The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

The vague figure in Qi Ming's mind gradually took shape, and he was about to say something.

The long sword in Jiang Wantang's hand pointed directly at his throat, and the sharp tip of the sword slashed all the way down, slicing through his belly, leaving his skin and flesh exposed...

Qi Ming fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in fear, sobbing but unable to make a sound.

Jiang Wantang curled his lips into an icy smile as he spoke each word with emphasis: "You Qi family beasts, you all deserve to die!"

Then, she chopped off his limbs just like she did with Commander Wu...

However, the guards outside the dark cell also rushed in at this time. Seeing the bloody scene in the torture room, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and became horrified in an instant.

The prison was filled with blood and corpses. Their two leaders lay on the ground in a miserable state...

The stunning woman in front of him was standing in a pool of blood in a bright red wedding dress. Large patches of red blood had soaked through the red silk. The dark red color was eerie, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

The guards' hands holding their long swords trembled, and they subconsciously took a few steps back...

Jiang Wantang turned around to look at them, curled her lips, and raised a charming smile, but her eyes were ice-cold.

She held the blood-stained sword in her hand and walked towards them step by step. Every step was like stepping on the raging fire of hell, and flames grew with every step.

Inside the dark cell, a scene resembling hell on earth slowly unfolds in the darkness...

The pungent smell of blood and decay intertwined with each other, like a thick haze covering every inch of space.

On the wall, mottled bloodstains crisscrossed...

The entire dark cell was filled with the sounds of fighting and heartbreaking wails...

The moonlight was like silver, but when Jiang Wantang emerged from the underground dungeon, it was stained with a strange red. The night wind blew her long hair that flowed down like ink.

She is like a demon walking out of purgatory, extremely charming and evil.

The peach blossom eyes that were originally as clear as water were now filled with blood-red bloodshot, flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

Jiang Wantang killed his way from the dark prison to the main camp, and then to the entire North Mountain, his eyes bloodshot with killing...

Wherever he passed, blood splattered and screams were heard. The long sword in his hand had already been soaked in blood.

Until the night gradually faded away, the sky began to turn pale, and the soft light was sprinkled on the soil stained red with blood.

When Ji Wuyuan and his group rushed to the mountain, he saw corpses everywhere. His pupils trembled and he quickened his pace.

Almost the moment he woke up, he immediately got up and rushed to Mingwu Mountain. He looked for her everywhere worriedly, his heart always hanging in the air.

When I saw the corpses all over the mountains, my heart sank and almost jumped into my throat.

He was so afraid that Jiang Wantang would lie there, motionless.

Every moment that slowly passed was like a cruel torture to him.

When Ji Wuyuan found out that Jiang Wantang had tricked him into coming to Wuming Mountain, he was furious, but more nervous and worried.

Especially when seeing such a tragic scene in front of him, no one knew how panicked and trembling he was, fearing that the next moment he would see Jiang Wantang lying on the ground.

He couldn't imagine what crazy actions Jiang Wantang would take if he died here.

The people led by Xie Zhiyan, as well as the Dragon Shadow Guards and Secret Guards led by Ji Wuyuan, searched the entire Wuming Mountain and finally found her trace on a back mountain near the underground prison.

The leader of the secret guards, Fei Yu, knelt on the ground and reported: "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine is in the back mountain to the north, and she doesn't seem to be in good condition..."

Feiyu paused, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself.

When Ji Wuyuan heard this, his heart suddenly tightened and he walked quickly towards the back mountain.

"Your Majesty..." Feiyu called out to him again.

Ji Wuyuan turned around, his cold and stern eyes glaring at Fei Yu who was kneeling on the ground, and he lost his patience: "Speak!"

"Your Majesty..." Fei Yu was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, his tone was hard and stiff: "All the men on this North Mountain have had their hands and feet chopped off, and their... their penises have been disabled..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head lower and lower, his voice becoming softer and softer: "It must...it must be the Imperial Concubine who did it."

Ji Wuyuan's pupils trembled, and his pupils became dark and dark, with a color that was bottomless.

His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

"When I arrived, I saw it with my own eyes and dared not hide it..."

"The imperial concubine was covered in blood, and the sword in her hand was gushing with blood, and... the scene... the scene was horrific." Fei Yu said tremblingly.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead. It was unclear whether it was because of tiredness from the journey or fear.

Fei Yu knew very well that his master doted on this imperial concubine the most, but the imperial concubine was usually delicate and gentle, which was completely different from her image as a female devil at the moment, so he did not dare to hide anything.

Ji Wuyuan no longer paid attention to Fei Yu behind him and walked quickly towards the back mountain.

At this moment, his mind was filled with Fei Yu's words: The Imperial Concubine is covered in blood...

This sentence is enough to shock people...

When he hurried over, he saw Jiang Wantang in the dim morning light, wearing a blood-stained red wedding dress, standing among the corpses, her fair skin splattered with blood.

The scattered black hair and delicate facial features, outlined by the bloodstains, give her a strange beauty...

Her eyes had long since turned bloodshot, filled with a bloodthirsty glint, devoid of any clarity or rationality. Her bloodstained hands tightly grasped a longsword, the blade completely stained red with blood. The blood that flowed down the blade gathered at the tip of the sword, forming beads of blood, which then dripped into the pool of blood at her feet...

Ji Wuyuan finally understood that there was something wrong with what Feiyu said.

At this time, Xie Zhiyan and his men also appeared in the back mountain, and the two of them were one step ahead of each other.

He seemed to be trying to calm himself down. Zhang Long saw the blue veins on his forehead. He was trying to suppress them, but they still popped up one by one.

A pair of hands clenched into fists trembled again and again.

Yes, there are corpses lying all over the place along the way. Who can remain calm?

Although Jiang Wantang had left some marks, this deep mountain was huge, with too many traps and mazes, so the group spent almost an entire night searching in the mountain.

Even Zhang Long couldn't help but tremble at the sight of this scene. In the past, he just thought that this Second Miss Jiang was just a little wild, with some kung fu and cleverness...

Who knew it could be so crazy!

I just don’t know how this will end now that His Majesty has caught me in the act.

Thinking of this, Zhang Long looked at Xie Zhiyan in front of him, who had an unclear expression.

Finally, he looked at Ji Wuyuan who was standing in the front.

Ji Wuyuan walked towards Jiang Wantang. Just as he approached, Jiang Wantang pointed the blood-stained sword directly at him, carrying a sharp and cold killing intent...

For a moment, all the Dragon Shadow Guards and Secret Guards present gasped and subconsciously raised their hands to grasp their weapons.

Ready to go...