In his later years, he was backstabbed by his third wife, and he awakened the Wei Xiaobao system

On the eaves of the Taiji Hall, copper bells swayed wildly in the biting night wind, making broken and sharp sounds, as if wailing for the upcoming life-and-death battle.

Li Qingfeng, holding the demon-slaying sword, confronted Lu Yunyan.

The blood-colored spirit lamp in Lu Yunyan's hand spewed out a thick blood mist. Every time the spirit lamp swung, it brought out an eerie whistling sound, as if countless wronged souls were crying.

As soon as the two clashed, the blast of air generated by the collision of spiritual energy was like a hurricane, instantly shattering the floor tiles within a ten-foot radius and raising a cloud of choking dust.

This was the first time that Li Qingfeng faced the pressure of the Spirit Transformation Realm. This power was far beyond his imagination. It was not simply a crushing spiritual power, but an absolute control over the laws of heaven and earth.

Lu Yunyan casually waved her sleeve, and the surrounding space twisted and shattered like a broken mirror. It was the power of the law wreaking havoc. "Li Qingfeng, you are just a mere mortal, and you dare to think that you can stop the destiny of the Great Qin?"

Lu Yunyan's voice was carried in the wind, cold and resolute.

She flicked her wrist lightly, and several blood-red chains suddenly shot out from the spirit lamp. Like nimble and deadly venomous snakes, they coiled around Li Qingfeng. Each chain was entangled with the shrill cries of the wronged souls of the royal family's side branches.

Li Qingfeng was unable to dodge and one of the chains rubbed his shoulder hard, instantly tearing his skin and flesh, with the wound so deep that the bone was visible.

The crazy blood power attached to the chains was like a surging poisonous stream, rapidly corroding his body, and the flesh at the wound turned black and festered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If he hadn't practiced the "Taichu Qingxin Jue" and continuously supplied spiritual power to resist, this arm would have turned into pus and blood in an instant.

At the same time, on the nine blood altars in the distance, the corpses of the royal family members who had been used for blood sacrifice suddenly opened their eyes simultaneously. A dark green light of resentment flickered in their eyes, and they all looked at Li Qingfeng, as if wanting to devour him alive.

"This is not destiny, but your father's obsession that is devouring the Qin Empire!"

Li Qingfeng was extremely anxious. He bit his tongue hard and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the demon-slaying sword.

The Big Dipper pattern on the sword's blade instantly erupted with dazzling light, illuminating the entire battlefield. "Have you forgotten Bai Wenshan's dying words? Benevolence is the foundation of governing a nation!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to wake up Lu Yunyan, who was blinded by madness.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yunyan's whole body trembled violently, and the light of the spirit lamp in her hand dimmed a little.

In an instant, the bloody scene of her father throwing Bai Wenshan's head at her feet flashed through her mind like lightning. The old man's wide-open eyes and unclosed lips seemed to still silently accuse this inhumane killing.

Then, the helpless sigh of the third uncle when he was sacrificed, the desperate cry of the second aunt before she turned into blood, and the crying of the child holding the teddy bear before his death, like a surging tide, kept surging in the depths of her consciousness.

"shut up!"

Lu Yunyan screamed uncontrollably, waving the spirit lamp frantically. A blood-red beam of light, as thick as a bucket and filled with endless resentment, crashed down on Li Qingfeng like a mountain.

At the critical moment of life and death, Li Qingfeng thought quickly, reached out and pulled out a handful of hair, and quickly twisted it into pieces between his fingertips.

In an instant, a green light flashed, and thirty clones exactly like him appeared around the altar.

Each clone holds a faintly glowing phantom of a demon-slaying sword.

What shocked her even more was that ten of her clones shot out simultaneously like arrows, darting towards Lu Tianxiong at the entrance of the Taiji Hall, their swords flashing with cold light, aiming straight at the Great Qin King's throat.

"Lu Tianxiong, surrender!"

Li Qingfeng took advantage of the chaos and leaped to the top of the altar like a black lightning.

The clones cooperated tacitly, and the sharp sword blades were already firmly against Lu Tianxiong's temple.

"I know you have the ability to crush these clones in an instant, but your father's flesh and blood body is unlikely to withstand the full force of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

His eyes were firm, and his voice was filled with unquestionable authority.

The moment Lu Tianxiong was restrained by the clone, he not only did not show any fear, but instead laughed out loud with his head raised. His laughter made the dragon-patterned jade pendant on his chest buzz, revealing a sense of madness and determination.

"Li Qingfeng is so capable that he can force my daughter to use the 'Blood Sacrifice Mountain and River Formation'. However..."

He turned his head and looked at his daughter with a hint of crazy encouragement in his eyes, "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

The spirit lamp in Lu Yunyan's hand trembled violently, and the blood-red flame flickered, as if it was the entanglement and struggle in her heart at the moment.

She looked at the blood oozing from the corner of her father's mouth, and the heartwarming scene of her father carrying her on his back while galloping freely in the palace when she was a child, as well as the scene of her father personally putting on a black satin dress for her last night and saying with full of hope, "My son will become a great man." All of these scenes emerged in her mind one by one like a kaleidoscope.

But now, the man before him was filled with an almost insane desire for power, no different from the tyrant recorded in history books who burned cities to sacrifice to the heavens.

"Father, please stop now and let them withdraw..." There was a hint of pleading in Lu Yunyan's voice, and the light of the spirit lamp gradually softened.

"We have committed too many sins and killed too many people. The power of Mad Blood should not be abused in this way..."?

"Shut up!" Lu Tianxiong suddenly shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, so loud that the swords in the hands of his clones pierced deeply into his face, leaving bloody marks.

"Have you forgotten how your mother died? Those self-proclaimed righteous immortals, with a single cry of 'mad blood entering the body,' tied her to the Demon Subduing Platform in the Dragon Suppression Valley and burned her alive! Now, the opportunity to change the fate of the Qin Dynasty is right before your eyes, and you're actually trying to imitate their soft-heartedness?"

Li Qingfeng's heart suddenly trembled, and he finally understood the source of Lu Tianxiong's obsession.

He looked at Lu Yunyan and saw that her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her eyes were full of pain and struggle.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the girl before him, who had become a murderous maniac, was nothing more than a puppet carefully crafted by her father out of hatred.

"Yunyan, watch carefully——"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Lu Tianxiong's face, and he allowed the swords of his clones to penetrate his heart inch by inch.

His body began to swell rapidly, and the blood vessels beneath his skin swirled like a furious red python. He exuded a terrifying aura, the terrifying sign of a Nascent Soul cultivator before self-destructing.

"No!"

Lu Yunyan let out a heart-wrenching scream and rushed towards her father desperately.

The spiritual lamp in his hand burst out with unprecedented strong light, and the whole world was shrouded in this dazzling blood-red light.

Seeing this, Li Qingfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He hurriedly waved his hand to recall all his clones.

However, it was too late.

Lu Tianxiong's Nascent Soul burst through the top of his head, like a dazzling blood-red meteor, instantly transforming into a fiery ball of blood-red light in the sky. Amidst the glare, Li Qingfeng faintly heard Lu Tianxiong whisper, a voice only he and Lu Yunyan could hear: "Use their blood to water the future of the Great Qin..."

The air waves generated by the violent explosion were like a raging tsunami, instantly blowing Li Qingfeng hundreds of feet away.

He rolled in the air like a kite with a broken string, and with great difficulty he managed to insert the demon-slaying sword into the ground, using the reaction force to stabilize his body.

When he raised his head, the scene before him was like hell on earth, and it made him gasp.

Lu Tianxiong's body had been turned into powder in the self-explosion, leaving only a heart dripping with blood suspended in the air, tightly wrapped by Lu Yunyan with several blood-colored chains.

At this moment, Lu Yunyan's robes were tattered, and half of her face was severely burned by the aftermath of the explosion, leaving a bloody mess. However, she was completely unaware of it. Her eyes were red and her expression was frantic. She was desperately using the spirit lamp to frantically absorb the remaining essence and blood of her father.

“Father…Father…”

Lu Yunyan murmured softly, her voice filled with tears, filled with endless sorrow and reluctance.

However, the flame of the spiritual lamp in her hand grew stronger and stronger, illuminating her entire body like a Shura crawling out of hell.

Li Qingfeng was horrified to discover that the blood-red lines on Lu Yunyan's forehead were spreading at an alarming rate, rapidly crawling from the center of her eyebrows to her pupils, then winding down her neck and sinking into her heart, creating a strange and intense resonance with Lu Tianxiong's heart, which was suspended in the air.

"Oh no, she's integrating the power of Crazy Blood!"

Li Qingfeng thought to himself that something was wrong and subconsciously tightened his grip on the demon-slaying sword.

But his arms began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, which was the instinctive fear when facing an unknown powerful force.

At the same moment, the nine blood altars in the distance suddenly erupted with blinding light. As if controlled by an invisible force, the corpses upon the altars exploded simultaneously, transforming into a bloody rain. Each drop of blood, laced with a thick venom of resentment, coalesced in the air into the ferocious character "Kill," as if announcing endless slaughter and destruction to the world.

Lu Yunyan suddenly raised her head. At this moment, her pupils were completely dyed with blood, without a trace of human emotion or rationality.

She casually raised her hand and waved it, and a strong light instantly burst out from Lu Tianxiong's heart. Countless blood-colored chains emerged from the ground like mushrooms after rain, sweeping towards Li Qingfeng's clones with the force of thunder.

Although those clones tried their best to resist, in the face of this terrifying power, they were still like fragile ants and were easily crushed by the chains.

The hair that Li Qingfeng had plucked out made a series of whine in the air before transforming into tiny specks of green light and dissipating into nothingness.

"Li Qingfeng, you said that benevolence is the foundation of governing a country?"

Lu Yunyan's voice became hoarse and hollow, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, or as if countless voices were speaking at the same time, revealing a creepy chill.

"But in this chaotic world where the strong prey on the weak, only killing can end everything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an overwhelming and terrifying pressure rushed towards Li Qingfeng like a tidal wave.

He tried his best to dodge, leaving a shadow like a ghost, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

However, he was still a step too slow. A blood-red chain brushed past his waist like lightning. He felt a sharp pain in his waist and was blown away by the huge impact force, falling heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

When he landed, he clearly heard the crisp crack of his sternum, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth, mixed with tiny fragments of internal organs, which was a shocking sight.

"She must be stopped!"

Li Qingfeng had only this one firm thought in his mind.

He gnashed his fourth molar and forced his mind to circulate, attempting to mobilize the remaining spiritual energy within him. The Nascent Soul within his sea of ​​consciousness was already scarred and weak, yet it still stubbornly struggled to stand up.

The moment the blood-colored chains collided with the sword light, the entire palace trembled violently, the ground undulated like waves, the surrounding buildings collapsed, and dust rose into the sky.

Li Qingfeng saw a crazy and weird smile on Lu Yunyan's lips, and she raised her hand without hesitation and pressed Lu Tianxiong's heart into her chest.

At that moment, the blood-colored lines on the nine blood altars seemed to come alive, breaking away from the altars, interweaving and converging in mid-air, and finally transferring to Lu Yunyan's body, forming a complete and mysterious "Blood Sacrifice Mountain and River Map."

"Now it is your turn."

Lu Yunyan spoke softly, her voice soft but revealing a chilling determination. She raised her hand and swung out a blood-red streak, like a surging river of blood, sweeping towards Li Qingfeng at lightning speed.