Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

"No! Ah Yi, that's not how it is!"

Upon hearing Yuwen Yi's words, Ling Xuzi quickly spoke up to explain.

“We never abandoned you! It was Hua Yixiao who kidnapped us back then, causing us brothers to be separated! He has been impersonating you all this time, trying to confuse the public…”

"Bullshit! I think it's you who don't want to acknowledge me. One of you is the minor leader of the Demonic Sect, and the other is the head of the Purple Cloud Temple. You have immense power and are well-informed. If you wanted to find your own brother, how could you not find him?"

Yuwen Yi glared angrily at Ling Xuzi, while Hua Mu'an pointed in Hua Yixiao's direction and shouted at him.

"Ayi, didn't you hear what your brother said? That old monster impersonated you and deceived us for so many years. If it weren't for Uncle Zhuang, we might have remained in the dark forever. So it's not that we don't want you, but..."

"So, you knew my identity when you met Uncle Zhuang, but you still refused to acknowledge me! In the end, it's because you despise me and think I'm not good enough for your status! Now, even my elder brother doesn't want me anymore. I'm nothing! I'm just a superfluous person!" Yuwen Yi had completely fallen into a self-denialist trap, indiscriminately venting all his pain, confusion, and anger on everyone present who was connected to his background.

"Sigh, he's still just a child!"

Looking at Yuwen Yi's near-collapse and incoherent speech, Bai Yue couldn't help but sigh that he was just a boy who had just turned eighteen.

In contrast, Hua Yixiao's face was full of joyful smiles. He was like someone who had been watching a well-choreographed drama, and now he had finally waited for the "wonderful" scene he had been looking forward to.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

Looking at the pained expressions of the crowd below, Hua Yixiao's voice was full of satisfied sighs. He looked down at Yuwen Yi from his high position, and then raised a malicious smile.

"Since the scene of your brothers recognizing each other is so 'touching,' then I will take pity on you and give you a 'quick' way to end things."

He stretched out his hand and scanned Ling Xuzi, Hua Mu'an, and Yuwen Yi one by one, announcing each word clearly.

"Today, only one of you three will survive."

The crowd below fell silent after hearing this, while Hua Yixiao gestured with his chin to Mo Yulong and casually ordered, "Untie the chains on those three."

Mo Yulong was taken aback, his face showing hesitation and fear, and he cupped his hands in greeting.

"Master, these three are all skilled in martial arts, especially Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi. If we unlock their chains, what if they take the opportunity to attack or try to escape..."

Upon hearing this, Hua Yixiao chuckled and slowly swept his gaze over the bound Wuren followers.

“If they dare to escape, kill every single one of the Uyghurs here, regardless of age or gender.”

His gaze returned to the three people, and he continued speaking.

"Aren't they supposed to be heroes of the People's Protection Alliance? I just wonder if, in their eyes, these Ukrainian lives count as the people they're talking about."

Mo Yulong heard this, but still dared not step forward personally. If these three disregarded the lives of the Wu people and suddenly attacked, he, who was closest to them, would be the first to suffer.

He rolled his eyes and looked at Murong Chuan beside him, whispering.

"Sect Leader Murong, since the Sect Leader has given an order, why don't you go and untie them?"

Murong Chuan's face turned pale, and he retreated repeatedly, waving his hands.

"No, no, no, Master Mo, your martial arts are too advanced. It's safer for you to go! I... I'll be there to support you! If anything goes wrong, I'll definitely avenge you!"

"What revenge? That jinx!"

After Mo Yulong cursed under his breath, the two started shirking responsibility. Then a figure landed beside them. Ling Xi glared at them disdainfully before walking straight to the center of the altar and unlocking the chains for Yuwen Yi, Hua Mu'an, and Ling Xuzi in turn.

"The Lord has granted you a 'fair' opportunity to choose. You'd better decide quickly and not waste the Lord's patience."

After Lingxi finished speaking, she took two steps back. Seeing that the three of them were just standing there, seemingly still at an impasse, Mo Yulong rolled his eyes and loudly jeered at Yuwen Yi, whose emotions were obviously the most unstable.

"Yuwen brat! Weren't you just saying you hated them for abandoning you? Now's your chance! Hurry up and kill them!"

His instigation prompted Murong Chuan to chime in.

"That's right! Let's get started!"

"Kill them! Only then can you live!"

The cacophony of cheers and jeers was like a demonic din, constantly assaulting Yuwen Yi's already chaotic nerves.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze shifted back and forth between Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi. Finally, he raised his fist and smashed it towards Hua Mu'an, who was closest to him!

Faced with the angry punch, Hua Mu'an didn't even try to block it. He just looked deeply at Yuwen Yi, his eyes filled with guilt and pain.

"boom!"

Yuwen Yi's punch landed squarely on Hua Mu'an's chest. The opponent swayed slightly and let out a muffled groan, but did not take a single step back.

Yuwen Yi, who had landed a successful blow, felt no satisfaction. Instead, he became even more agitated and threw another punch at Ling Xuzi beside him!

Ling Xuzi did not dodge either, but simply closed his eyes, his face showing an almost apologetic calm as he let Yuwen Yi's fists land on his shoulders and chest.

"Fight back! Why aren't you fighting back?! Do you look down on me? Or do you think hitting me would dirty your hands?"

Yuwen Yi frantically swung his fists while roaring hysterically.

"Ayi! Stop! Stop it now!"

Yuwen Ze tried to rush forward to stop them, but was held down by two members of the Demonic Sect. Seeing this, Mo Yulong and the others cheered even more enthusiastically, their voices rising higher and higher.

"Hit! Hit him hard!"

"Yes! That's it! Kill them!"

The out-of-control boy roared with red eyes, while his silent brothers looked pained. Only Hua Yixiao, sitting high in the main seat, watched the whole drama of "brotherly strife" that he had orchestrated.

His smile deepened, and a morbid pleasure surged in his eyes, as if the pain and tearing before him were the very drama he desired.

"If we let A-Yi let his emotions cloud his judgment any further, it might lead to an irreparable tragedy!"

Bai Yue felt a surge of anxiety and tried to speak up to stop them, but before she could even utter a sound, her lips were sealed tightly by something soft.

"That old lunatic! He's addicted to kissing!"

While Bai Yue was frantically cursing in her heart, she was also thinking of a solution at lightning speed. It wasn't until her cheeks turned red and she was about to suffocate that Hua Yixiao released her, his tone teasing.

"Little girl, there are rules for watching a play. Don't try to spoil my fun."