The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

The upper realm, Qingyun Continent.

Between heaven and earth, wind and clouds surged, and Ling Xiu Han stood proudly like an unshakable god of war.

He was dressed in a rustling purple robe, his black hair was flying, and on his stern face, his eyes were flashing with a cold light like cold stars.

At this time, a group of enemies surrounded him, and greed was on everyone's face.

They may be trying to steal the treasure or to avenge their previous humiliation, but in short, they vowed to put Ling Xiu Han to death today.

However, Ling Xiu Han was not moved at all. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer.

"You dare to kill me?" Ling Xiu Han's voice was full of arrogance and strength.

In his hand, he tightly grasped a long sword that shone with cold light. Mysterious runes were faintly flowing on the sword, emitting a heart-pounding power.

Those enemies were terrified, yet they had no choice but to gather around him. They knew Ling Xiuhan was powerful, but for their own benefit, they had no choice but to fight to the death.

One of them roared and rushed forward first. He held a huge battle axe in his hand, the axe blade flashing with cold light, and slashed towards Ling Xiuhan with a whirring sound.

Ling Xiu snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, easily avoiding the fierce attack like a ghost.

The battle axe hit the ground, splashing dirt and rocks and leaving a deep gully.

Before the enemy could react, Ling Xiuhan instantly appeared behind him. With a swing of his sword, a sharp sword energy shot out, slicing the enemy in half.

Blood spurted out, but Ling Xiuhan showed no sign of emotion. His eyes remained cold as he scanned the surrounding enemies.

"Who else?" His voice was like the call of the god of death, causing those enemies to feel a little fear in their hearts.

But soon, driven by greed and hatred, they attacked Ling Xiu Han once again. All kinds of magic weapons and spells rained down on Ling Xiu Han, shining brightly and illuminating the entire sky.

Ling Xiu Han was not afraid at all. He danced with the sword in his hand, forming an impenetrable sword curtain.

Those magic weapons and spells collided with the sword curtain, making bursts of roaring sounds, but they could not break through his defense.

Suddenly, he spotted an enemy preparing to attack from behind. Ling Xiuhan's eyes flashed, and he instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared behind the enemy and thrust out with his sword without hesitation. The enemy had no time to react before the sword pierced his chest.

"Want to sneak attack me? You're not qualified!" Ling Xiuhan declared domineeringly. He charged into the enemy horde once more, unstoppable. Wherever his sword struck, the enemies fell, unstoppable. His attacks were fierce and devastating, each one imbued with devastating force.

An enemy cast a powerful spell, summoning a massive demonic beast. The beast roared and lunged at Ling Xiuhan, its flames blazing as if to devour everything. Ling Xiuhan showed no fear. His gaze focused, and the sword in his hand shone brightly.

"Break!" He shouted, and a huge sword energy slashed directly towards the monster.

The sword energy collided with the demon beast, making a deafening roar. The demon beast was instantly cut in half and dissipated into the air.

The battlefield was in ruins, the enemy numbers dwindling, but Ling Xiuhan's aura grew stronger. He was like an invincible king, dominating the battle with his dominance and strength.

"Do you think you can defeat me just by having more people? How naive!" Ling Xiuhan sneered and swung his sword again.

The sword's energy swept across the battlefield, and wherever it touched, enemies fell one after another. His dominance and strength made the entire battlefield tremble.

In the face of this powerful force, the enemies' resistance seemed powerless. They began to think of retreating, but Ling Xiuhan would not give them this opportunity.

"Want to run? Not so easy!" Ling Xiuhan's voice echoed behind them. With a swipe of his sword, a burst of sword energy instantly cut a fleeing enemy in two. The remaining enemies, terrified by this, knelt down and begged for mercy.

But Ling Xiuhan remained unmoved. His eyes held only coldness and determination. "Today, not a single one of you will survive!" He swung his sword once more, slaying all of his enemies.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and deathly silence.

Ling Xiuhan's clothes were soaked with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

His hair was scattered messily over his shoulders, a few strands of blood stuck to his cheeks. However, his eyes were still as sharp as a knife, coldly scanning the corpses of the enemies lying around.

The wind blew quietly, bringing with it a pungent smell of blood.

Ling Xiu Han was breathing slightly, and every breath was accompanied by pain in his body.

His body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, some of which were still bleeding, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

He gripped the long sword tightly in his hand. The blade was covered with notches and bloodstains, which were the witnesses of this brutal battle.

Drops of blood slowly fell along the corners of his clothes, making a slight sound in the silence.

After the battle, Ling Xiuhan stood in a pool of blood, emitting a powerful aura. His eyes remained stern, as if the battle was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

"It's time to go back," Ling Xiu Han murmured softly.

"Ah? My Lord, what did you say?"

Ying Yi was standing aside, unable to hear Ling Xiu Han's words clearly due to the interference of the wind or other subtle noises, so he hurriedly asked.

Ling Xiuhan turned around and said, "You guys go back to the Holy Palace. Yingyi, you come back to Canglan Continent with me."

After saying this, he turned around and headed for Canglan Continent without waiting for Yingyi to react.

Ying was stunned for a moment, but then quickly followed. He knew that his master's decision could not be changed, and as a shadow guard, he only had to obey unconditionally and protect his master's safety.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, quickly moved towards the Canglan Continent.

After receiving Ying Yi's message, the other people in the Holy Palace packed their bags and prepared to return to the place they had sworn to protect with their lives.