His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

Unfortunately, they were all poisoned with a strange toxin. It is said that when this poison takes effect, it causes immense pain. This poison is like an invisible shackle, mercilessly binding their hands and feet.

Even if they were tempted to retreat and wanted to escape this dangerous and uncertain battlefield, they were unable to do so.

They could only suppress their fear and unease, grit their teeth and stand guard in front of the palace gate, like emotionless sculptures.

They watched helplessly as the Tianxuan army, like a dark cloud, once again pressed in with overwhelming force, secretly lamenting their impending doom.

The group exchanged glances, each seeing helplessness and bitterness in the other's eyes. Then, they gritted their teeth and silently plotted in their hearts.

The only option now is to keep the palace gates tightly shut and avoid a direct confrontation with the Tianxuan army. Every day that can be delayed will increase our chances of survival.

Even if it's just a few more days of lingering on, a miracle might happen, and the situation might take a dramatic turn for the better.

In the gardens of the inner palace, the once vibrant flowers now appear listless, their petals adorned with morning dewdrops that resemble sorrowful tears.

Meanwhile, Emperor Xuanyuan, deep within the magnificent yet oppressive palace, was in a state of panic, like an ant on a hot pan.

He paced back and forth in the luxurious yet empty hall, his steps hurried and flustered, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like broken pearls, soaking his magnificent dragon robe.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he had lost control, as he desperately urged the mother Gu within his body. The mother Gu slowly wriggled inside him, emitting a cold and eerie light.

Wisps of black, smoke-like Gu Qi, invisible to others, rapidly spread into the bodies of the seven controlled individuals, ensuring they would not show any signs of retreating or betraying them.

Emperor Xuanyuan kept comforting and deceiving himself in his heart, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the palace walls.

It was as if I could see a glorious past on that wall, and also as if I could see a glimmer of hope.

He firmly believed that as long as the palace, the last barrier symbolizing imperial power and authority, remained standing, he would still have a chance to turn the tide and regain control of the country.

He would completely reverse this precarious and shaky situation, remaining the supreme and all-powerful emperor. Inside the palace, magnificent lanterns flickered, their light and shadow dancing eerily on the walls, like an ominous omens.

Qin Qianluo led her guards at breakneck speed, rushing towards the small gate of the palace without stopping. Before long, they arrived at their destination safely.

Although there were no top experts stationed here, the number of guards and secret agents was quite considerable, surrounding the small door in layers, making it impossible to pass through.

Especially near the entrance, various defensive fortifications are arranged in a well-organized manner, with visible and hidden sentries deployed alternately, making the defense extremely tight.

The sturdy chevaux-de-frise were laid out haphazardly, their sharp antlers gleaming coldly in the sunlight, as if proclaiming to the world that this place was inviolable.

On the palace walls, archers drew their bows and nocked their arrows, ready for battle. The arrowheads gleamed coldly, like venomous snakes poised to devour their prey.

The birds in the surrounding trees were startled into silence by the tense atmosphere, with only a few occasionally flapping their wings and taking flight, creating a rustling sound in the wind.

In the past, the Tianxuan army had repeatedly attempted to launch a strong attack on this place, but all their attempts failed in the face of this impenetrable defense, leading everyone to believe that this place was absolutely impossible to breach.

This is because if General An Yuan or General Piaoji were to personally lead troops to attack, the enemy would certainly dispatch skilled warriors to reinforce the area and strengthen its defenses.

But now the two generals and Hua Lingxiao are all gathered at the palace gate, attracting the enemy's main attention.

Therefore, all four experts were tied up at the palace gate, which temporarily weakened the defenses at the small gate of the palace.

A resolute glint flashed in Qin Qianluo's beautiful eyes, a gaze that seemed to pierce through all obstacles and reach the shore of victory.

She quickly took out the QJB201 light machine gun that she had prepared beforehand from the bundle behind her.

The light machine gun gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, seemingly silently proclaiming the destruction and deterrence it was about to bring.

Qin Qianluo moved with agility, like a female war goddess descending to earth. Her feet were firmly planted on the stirrups, and she kept her center of gravity firmly on the horse.

Then, she made a slight adjustment, leaned forward, and steadily lifted the light machine gun with both hands like iron clamps. The movement was smooth and natural, done in one go.

It was as if she and the gun had become one. Then, without hesitation, she pulled the trigger. In an instant, a gunshot rang out. Because it was equipped with a silencer, the sound was not loud, but its lethality was extremely high.

A dense hail of bullets rained down like a storm, each bullet carrying the aura of death and destruction. Wherever they struck, the enemy guards and secret agents were terrified.

They had never seen such fierce firepower before. For a moment, no one had time to react effectively, and they could only watch helplessly as the deadly bullets whizzed toward them.

In an instant, the seemingly impregnable defensive line was easily breached by this sudden and powerful firepower.

The ground was littered with the dead and wounded, and blood flowed slowly like a stream, staining the stone path at the small gate of the palace red.

Qin Qianlu sat nimbly on the horse's back, her legs like taut bowstrings, suddenly exerting force to squeeze the horse's belly tightly.

The horse let out a long neigh, as if it had been infused with boundless power, and galloped forward like a black lightning bolt.

Her body leaned slightly forward, as if she were one with the horse, and her tied-up black hair danced wildly in the wind, like a lively black ribbon.

Her hands gripped the reins tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, the reins digging deep into her palms, yet this did not affect her concentration in the slightest.

His gaze was like the sharp eyes of an eagle, resolutely piercing through the layers of palace walls ahead, as if trying to see through the palace gates.

The guards behind her stood tall and straight like pine trees, riding steadily on their horses, their legs gripping the horses' bellies tightly, urging them to keep up with Qin Qianluo.

Their arm muscles bulged, and they held their long swords high, the blades gleaming with a chilling light in the sunlight, like shards of ice broken off from a frozen lake in winter.

Each swing of the sword carried immense force. With a sudden twist of his wrist, the blade traced a cold arc in the air, slashing fiercely at the remaining guards along the way without hesitation.

Their bodies rose and fell rhythmically with the galloping of the horses, yet this did not affect the precision of their sword strikes; each strike was accompanied by a splatter of blood.

Like evil flowers blooming on the stone paths of the palace, their eyes were cold and resolute as they reaped the lives of their remaining enemies, like messengers of death executing judgment on earth.

After successfully breaking through the tightly closed small door of the palace, Qin Qianluo, like an agile cheetah, wielded the whip in her other hand.

Leading a group of secret guards, they filed into the palace like a surging tide, the stone slabs of the palace creaking and groaning under their footsteps and the hooves of their horses.

The sound echoed and reverberated between the empty palace walls, like a deathly symphony. They sped straight toward the magnificent palace gates.

Just as they were about to reach the palace gate, four experts suddenly emerged from the shadows on both sides like ghosts. They were agile and aggressive, like cheetahs hunting their prey.

Qin Qianluo showed no fear. She raised her eyebrows, a resolute glint flashing in her beautiful eyes, her gaze instantly becoming sharp as a cold star.

Without hesitation, he raised the gun in his hand, straightened his arm, gripped the gun firmly in his hand, and quickly pulled the trigger.

At that moment, the sunlight shone brightly on the square in front of the palace gate, casting a golden glow that also carried an air of grim solemnity. Then, a gunshot shattered the silence.

The experts were stunned and stood there blankly. They instinctively shrank back and retreated in a panic.

Their bodies were like leaves in a gale, only able to instinctively dodge, some sidestepping, some bending over to avoid it, their postures were extremely awkward.

Even though they reacted quickly, they were still unable to withstand the sudden attack. One of them screamed and fell to the ground after being shot.

His body fell straight backward as if his spine had been removed, and the weapon in his hand clattered to the ground.

At this moment, Qin Qianluo had only one goal in mind: to open the palace gates as quickly as possible. She gritted her teeth, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

Relying on his own protective mechanisms, he pushed off with both feet and shot forward like an arrow.

Her figure traced a graceful and agile arc in the air, and in a few breaths she arrived behind the palace gate like a nimble cat.

Facing the palace guards, she drew her double-edged scimitar and held it to their necks. Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a chilling scream.

The sound seemed to carry a tangible force, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The flags at the palace gate fluttered wildly in the wind, as if enraged by the tense atmosphere, their surfaces churning like surging waves.

The guards instantly lost their courage to resist; their legs trembled like leaves, and their hands reached out shakily toward the palace gate.

They strained with all their might to push the palace gates open. The gates slowly opened, creaking heavily, like the groan of an ancient beast.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to the opened palace gates, Qin Qianluo flicked her wrist slightly, the movement as natural and fluid as flowing water.

He quietly stored the light machine gun, which seemed out of place in this era, into his personal space, and with a nimble flick of his finger, the weapon disappeared.

The entire movement was flawless, like a highly skilled magician performing a silent magic trick.

Behind her, the bodyguards, like well-trained shadows, dispersed with perfect coordination.

Their steps were light and swift, as if gliding on ice, without making a sound.

They crouched slightly, like cheetahs ready to pounce, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily.

Intentionally or unintentionally, they blocked the view of the Xuanyuan Kingdom's guards. Some of the guards stood to the side, using their bodies to block the guards' view, while others cleverly used the shadows of the surrounding buildings to blend in.

Their movements were natural and discreet, making it impossible for the guards to notice Qin Qianluo's subtle actions.

Just as the palace gates opened a tiny crack, a deafening battle cry came from afar, the sound like a surging tsunami rolling in.

General An Yuan led his mighty army, sweeping in like a surging tide. Their footsteps were perfectly synchronized, like heavy hammers striking the earth, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The army quickly surrounded and subdued the remaining three experts. Seeing this, Qin Qianluo's bright eyes flickered slightly, a barely perceptible glint in them.

She tilted her head slightly and gave the guards a wink that was hard for others to notice, a look that contained unspoken understanding.

The guards were all intelligent and had excellent teamwork; they immediately understood each other.