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As Jiang Hetai had predicted, he directly reached around her waist and pulled her backward.

If Zheng Zhian insists on not letting go, Danqin will surely die at her hands.

Zheng Zhian clearly noticed this as well, and when he felt his body detach from Danqin's back, he immediately let go.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Before Danqin could react, Zheng Zhian was already in Jiang Hetai's hands. She quickly turned around and cried out, "Princess!"

Zheng Zhi'an, who was being carried in Jiang Hetai's arms like a bundle of firewood, looked up at her and comforted her, "It's alright, Danqin."

Her words had no effect on Danqin. Danqin slid the dagger out of her sleeve, held it in her hand, and charged at Jiang Hetai with all her might.

In a few swift movements, Jiang Hetai raised his leg and kicked Danqin several meters away, coldly mocking, "Overestimating yourself."

Danqin knelt on one knee, raised her hand and forcefully wiped the blood from the corner of her lips. When she stood up, the fierceness in her eyes revealed her bloodlust.

"Danqin, stop! This old bastard won't kill me." Zheng Zhian knew that Danqin was probably seriously injured, and if she continued to push herself, it would be disadvantageous for her.

Before seeing his father, that old scoundrel would never take his life.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hetai scoffed coldly, "What makes you think I won't kill you?"

Seeing Danqin's persistent refusal, Zheng Zhian's expression instantly turned icy cold. "Are you not going to listen to me anymore?"

Danqin froze, recalling what the princess had said earlier, her heart filled with hesitation and uncertainty. Her hand holding the dagger tightened and loosened repeatedly.

Zheng Zhian watched her actions and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Danqin was just too worried to see things clearly. How could she not see the situation clearly under normal circumstances?

Although she was unwilling, she at least stopped moving forward.

Suddenly, Jiang Hetai waved his hand in displeasure, and a powerful wind blade struck Danqin from above. He said with dissatisfaction, "What, does she think she can kill this old man?"

Seeing that Danqin had barely blocked the wind blade formed from internal energy, Zheng Zhian coldly said, "If you wanted to kill me, why did you hold back just now? You could have just slapped me to death." She calmly mobilized the remaining internal energy within her body, waiting for the right moment.

“You’re clever, but…” Jiang Hetai launched another wind blade at Danqin, like an old cat playing with a mouse. “I won’t kill you now, but I can kill her.”

The feeling of being at someone's mercy is incredibly distressing, especially for someone as proud as Zheng Zhian.

She channeled all her accumulated inner strength into her right hand and attacked the arm at her waist with all her might.

The sudden sharp pain in his arm made Jiang Hetai loosen his grip, and Zheng Zhian fell to the ground, but was instantly grabbed by the neck by Jiang Hetai with his internal force and suspended in the air.

"Do you really think I won't kill you?"

Feeling the suffocation in her neck, Zheng Zhian opened her mouth slightly, and her fair and delicate face slowly flushed red.

Zheng Zhian only thought, whether he was killed or not didn't matter, he just wanted to prove himself, it was too damn frustrating.

Since coming into this world, she's been constantly targeted for assassination or poisoning. There's nothing she can do about it. If you're so capable, just kill her today.

May you be free from suffering sooner.

Zheng Zhian and Yu Guangjian saw Danqin trying to step forward, her left hand swinging with difficulty.

Danqin's eyes instantly welled up with tears. The princess had tried to distract that old scoundrel from saving her, but...

A series of crackling sounds interrupted them. The main hall collapsed with a loud bang, and a dark figure plummeted into the ruins.

Zheng Zhian felt the pressure on his neck loosen and took a deep breath.

The dark figure that had been above them suddenly swooped down, its shadow carrying a powerful light, clearly intending to deliver the final blow to the person on the ground.

Ling Fei and Zheng Zhian immediately thought of Danqin's reaction just now. Ling Fei couldn't defeat the man in gray, and Zheng Zhian, who never believed in gods or Buddhas, was now praying silently; if Ling Fei could escape unscathed this time, I would...

Suddenly, an obscure and ancient Bagua formation, formed by intersecting silver and black, appeared in the air, blocking the powerful afterimage. The two collided, and the surroundings instantly became blindingly bright.

Zheng Zhian subconsciously closed his eyes.

"what!"

The sound was painful and piercing.

Zheng Zhian felt his neck being released, and his body fell into a broad and thick embrace, smelling the familiar ambergris.

She opened her eyes, looked up at the familiar, dignified, and handsome face, and smiled.

His smile was heartwarming and touching, and a gentle warmth flowed through my heart—it was her father.

Zheng Hongyuan raised his hand to wipe away the blood droplets on her face, and affectionately pinched the tip of her nose. "You."

Zheng Zhian felt an itch on his nose, shook his head to avoid his fingers, and rubbed it hard a few times to stop the urge to sneeze.

"Who do you want to kill?" Zheng Hongyuan was no longer as calm and amiable as usual. His gaze towards Jiang Hetai was filled with disdain and a majesty that looked down upon all people.

Jiang Hetai sealed the meridians in his right hand, looking at him with eyes that seemed to be coated with poison, "You're really lucky to be alive."

Those people really couldn't stop him; a bunch of useless trash!

"is it?"

Jiang Hetai suddenly lunged forward, attacking the little figure in his arms. "Why aren't you pretending to be so approachable anymore?"

That internal force did not affect Zheng Zhi'an's strength at all. In her father's arms, she could clearly see the two men's sharp and vicious attacks. Every move was deadly, and it was somewhat similar to the fighting techniques she had practiced.

She finally understood why she couldn't see the battle between Ling Fei and the others clearly. Her internal energy was insufficient, and her five senses couldn't keep up. Their speed had exceeded that of ordinary people by hundreds of times, and their strength was vastly different, so naturally she couldn't see clearly.

She could see that neither of them could defeat the other now; it was a contest of who had the deeper inner strength. Looking at her father, who had just dodged Jiang Hetai's attack and then launched a sharp attack on her right arm, she realized that he was truly hiding his true strength.

"emperor."

Zheng Zhian frowned, seeing his master, who had appeared outside the battle scene at some unknown time, leisurely watching the show.

Suddenly, she felt herself being suspended in mid-air; her father had actually thrown her out!

They just threw it away without saying a word, without even looking at it!

"Ah~ Master, save me!!!" This world is still a beautiful place.

After Zheng Zhian was safely caught, he tried his best to calm his heart, which was pounding in his throat.

Damn it, they're all inhuman.

"Weren't you supposed to be pretty brave? Now you're scared?"

Zheng Zhian probably rolled her eyes more tonight than in all of her previous lives combined. "Why don't you give it a try, Master?!" Although she was indeed fearless, who could stand being thrown out without any warning during a life-or-death battle?

It's as absurd as someone telling her that someone parachutes during an interstellar battle.

Xiao Huachi chuckled jokingly, "I don't have that chance."

Without his weakness, Zheng Hongyuan was no longer so restrained in his attacks. After only a few dozen moves, he seized on Jiang Hetai's weakness and kicked him in the head, knocking him to the ground.

A surge of internal force followed and struck him. Jiang Hetai rolled several meters on the ground before stopping. He spat out a mouthful of blood and weakly used his left hand to stubbornly support his body, trying to get up.

Zheng Zhian clapped his hands loudly in Xiao Huachi's arms, cupping them to his lips and shouting, "Father Emperor is so handsome!"

Zheng Hongyuan glanced at her helplessly, then looked back down at the person sitting on the ground. "Do you know your crime?"

Jiang Hetai laughed loudly, "Hahahaha... Crime? What crime have I committed?" He staggered to his feet, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and stared directly at the high-ranking, distinguished man, saying sarcastically, "Isn't this what you wanted to see? I'm so compliant with the Emperor's wishes, how can you say that's a crime?"

This statement is very misleading. If it were to get out, what would the world say about the current emperor? Especially the clans, they would definitely seize on it. Zheng Zhian raised his hand and rubbed his temples. What a cunning old man! Even on his deathbed, he can still throw mud at his father.

“Jiang Hetai, you are also someone who has read the ancient books of sages and worthies, so do you still remember the etiquette and the way of the ruler and his subjects?” Xiao Huachi held the little one in his arms and stepped forward to look at him.

A person who shows no respect to the ruler and has no sense of duty as a subject.

"Emperor and subject?" Jiang Hetai laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.