"Seventh Prince! Seventh Prince, spare your life...Snake Palm...I used ten percent of my strength to hit the king just now...There is really no cure...Please..."
Part by part was removed, and Fen Xin finally couldn't stand it any longer, and fell to his knees with a plop, kowtowing, and begging for mercy, which seemed incoherent for a moment.
"I just want you to hand over the antidote!"
Nangong Jinsheng still stubbornly let out a roar, twisted his wrist, and thrust the sword straight out. The tip of the sword was two inches into Fen Xin's remaining eye socket.
With a whooshing sound, Fen Xin's face spattered with black blood, and he fell heavily to the ground, groaning.[
Nangong Jinsheng was completely out of control at this moment. A feeling of helpless despair was constantly impacting his brain, making him want to tear his heart into pieces in front of him...
He suddenly raised his sword and pierced Fen Xin's body.
Ao Junxie stepped forward, stretched out his big hand, and firmly grasped Nangong Jinsheng's arm.
"That's enough! Seventh Prince! Fen Xin has no way out! Let his blood cleanse the capital of Nanzhao and pay homage to the innocent people who died in this battle!"
You are the leader of Nanzhao Kingdom, don’t let your people see the Seventh Prince like this!"
Ao Junxie's thick voice slowly sounded, awakening Nangong Jinsheng's consciousness.
The uncontrollable anger in his chest finally calmed down a little. No matter what, he had to accept the cruel reality in front of him!
Qing Kuang knelt down gently and thought for a moment. There was a ding sound, and the Xianmo Guqin in his arms made a small vibration. In an instant, a slender crack stretched out from Nangong Lie's wrist.
Black blood slowly seeped out.
When Nangong Jinsheng and the sergeants were confused, Nangong Lie's stiff body trembled slightly. Then, the muddy old face slowly opened its eyes, and there was the last trace of weak light in the pupils.
.
"Father!"
Nangong Jinsheng cried bitterly, fell on Nangong Lie, and held his hands tightly.
Nangong Lie weakly raised his eyes and saw that his beloved seventh son had survived in the end, with a look of relief on his face.
Then he turned his eyes and looked at Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie standing next to them. The glimmer of light in their eyes clearly showed gratitude and guilt.
Qing Kuang nodded gently to Nangong Lie, indicating that she understood what he meant.
After gathering strength for a long time, Nangong Lie's pale lips moved and finally made a weak sound:
"Jin'er, from today on, the Kingdom of Nanzhao will be in your hands! No matter what your choice is, as long as you treat the people of Nanzhao well, my father will have no regrets!"
Nangong Jinsheng nodded solemnly, feeling extremely sad.
After hearing these words, Ao Junxie was about to say something, but Qing Kuang lightly touched him, indicating that he had nothing to say at this time, so he had to swallow it back.[
Nangong Lie stretched one hand to his chest with difficulty, took out a simple and exquisite bronze key, and handed it to Qing Kuang tremblingly, causing Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie to look at each other in confusion for a moment.
"Miss Feng... I know that you are a strange person among the cultivators in this continent. I am stupid and indecisive. I regret not listening to your advice earlier, which led to today's disaster.
There is an ancient mysterious object that has always been kept in my Nanzhao Palace. It does not belong to my Nangong family, and I am just trusting it.