Chapter 867: No matter how far, we will punish!

Behind the veil was a face of peerless beauty that could topple cities.

When they saw that face, more than half of the people present were stunned.

It wasn't for any other reason; this face was simply too familiar!

"Ye Qingran!"

Nobody knew who let out a low cry; in an instant, it was as if a boulder had fallen into a flat lake, stirring up thousands of waves!

Ye Qingran!

Who in Xiliang City still doesn't know the name Ye Qingran?

You know, back then she burst forth with endless sharpness, stunning the whole Xiliang City!

But wasn't she already gone from Xiliang City? She's been away for quite a while—is she coming back now?

Everyone's gaze toward Ye Qingran was filled with excitement, except for Gu Huanghou, whose face was dark and sinister.

If you were to ask who she hates most in this world, there's no doubt it's Ye Qingran!

"Your Majesty, hurry, kill this lowly wretch!" Gu Huanghou pointed at Ye Qingran and shouted in a sharp voice.

"This..." Wang Gang was dumbfounded at this moment.

"Ye Qingran?"

Isn't this person their Wuji Hall's number one enemy?

Not to mention Wang Gang, even Holy Son Lan Long's expression changed.

As one of the Ten Holy Sons of Wuji Hall, he naturally knows more than those below.

The news he received was that the Holy Lord himself had gone to the Demon God Relic, aiming to eliminate the Emperor Sovereign of Zhu Lu's Peak and Ye Qingran!

Didn't Ye Qingran go to the Demon God Relic?

How could she appear in Xiliang City?

"Could the Holy Lord have failed?" Holy Son Lan Long guessed, but then thought it impossible, "The Holy Lord's strength is unrivaled under heaven; how could he possibly fail?"

Then how should we explain the Ye Qingran before our eyes?

"You're Lan Long? Why didn't the Xu Kong Gongzi come this time instead?"

Upon mentioning the Xu Kong Gongzi, Lan Long's eyes sank; he had already accepted that the person before him was truly Ye Qingran.

When the Xu Kong Gongzi returned to Wuji Hall, he bitterly complained to them, saying he had encountered a very troublesome fellow in Donglin Country named Ye Qingran—even the Holy Maiden couldn't handle her.

"Ye Qingran, you weren't supposed to go to the Demon God Relic? How are you here?"

Holy Son Lan Long asked in a deep voice.

Ye Qingran looked at Holy Son Lan Long with a smile, "What you really want to ask is, Luo Dongyu clearly went to the Demon God Relic, so why am I still alive and back?"

Holy Son Lan Long's pupils trembled.

His gaze at Ye Qingran deepened, as if he wanted to see through her.

"Stop staring; your Holy Lord has already been wounded and should have slipped back to his lair."

Wounded?

All the Wuji Hall members present were stunned; in their view, the Holy Lord's strength was so formidable—how could he be wounded?

"Impossible! The Holy Lord's strength is superb; it's impossible for him to be wounded!"

Ye Qingran shrugged, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"Ye Qingran, don't spout madness. A few days ago, our Wuji Hall brothers were killed by you in Qin Ge; this grudge, we will surely repay!"

Lan Long had already noticed Ye Qingran came alone, with no sign of the Emperor Sovereign, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the Emperor Sovereign isn't present, dealing with Ye Qingran alone poses no problem for them.

At this moment, the Donglin Emperor had awakened; after a brief daze, he saw Gu Huanghou sitting in his seat, gripping another man's arm, and immediately cried out in anguish: "Why did you poison me?!"

Gu Huanghou's eyes flickered as she retorted, "I didn't! You're misremembering!"

The Donglin Emperor shook his head, his heart full of disappointment. He had occasionally reflected on whether sending Gu Huanghou to the cold palace was too heartless; now it seemed everything was her own doing.

"Someone, take her and lock her up in the Heaven Prison!"

This time, the Donglin Emperor had made up his mind; this poisonous woman could not be allowed to stay.

After a brief shock, Gu Huanghou sneered contemptuously, looking down at the Donglin Emperor: "Do you still think you're the ruler of a nation? The emperor has already been replaced! He is the current emperor of Donglin!"

Gu Huanghou shook Wang Gang's arm, looking pleased with herself.

Wang Gang also straightened his body, putting on the airs of a monarch, yet he overlooked that a true sovereign possesses an imperial aura; no matter how he disguises himself, he cannot hide his innate baseness!

What?

The Donglin Emperor was greatly shocked; in the time he had been unconscious, had the Dongfang family's ancestral realm already changed hands?

"This is impossible!"

Gu Huanghou snorted coldly, "How could it be impossible? Donglin Country now belongs to Wuji Hall! The new His Majesty is Wang Gang!"

The Donglin Emperor rose from the ground, looked around, saw Ye Qingran not far away, and was immediately astonished.

"Ye Qingran, you've come back?!"

"Your Majesty, long time no see." Ye Qingran replied with a light smile.

Seeing that smile, the Donglin Emperor could tell Ye Qingran had been doing well; he nodded and gave a knowing smile.

Turning around, he looked at Wang Gang and asked in a deep voice, "Is it you who wants to seize the Dongfang family's realm?"

Wang Gang lounged in the gilded seat, "So what if it is? This is the Holy Lord's decree; you, the emperor of a tiny country, still think you can rebel?"

Wang Gang wore a look of indifference.

He had personally seen emperors of other nations hand over their realms with their own hands; this Donglin Emperor truly lacks any sense of awareness!

Yet, to everyone's utter astonishment, the Donglin Emperor drew a sword without a word and slit Wang Gang's throat!

The motion was executed in one fluid motion!

Only when Wang Gang's head was rolling on the ground did everyone realize that the Donglin Emperor had actually killed someone from Wuji Hall!

Holy Son Lan Long's face was very grim.

The Donglin Emperor's behavior was undoubtedly a slap to the face of Wuji Hall!

"Donglin Emperor, are you trying to rebel?!"

The Donglin Emperor wore a fearless expression, looking up to the sky he first chuckled softly, then burst into loud laughter.

"So what? A scholar may be killed but not humiliated! If you want to take my Dongfang family's realm from my hands, you must first step over my body!"

Everyone must die; some deaths are lighter than a feather, others heavier than Mount Tai.

As the ruler of a nation, he cannot stand by and watch his realm be taken by others; if it cannot be reclaimed, he would rather lay down his life and shed his blood, expending his last breath!

Many of the youths present were inspired by the Donglin Emperor's bearing, stepping forward and declaring that if anyone wanted to take Donglin's realm, they would have to trample over their flesh and blood!

Although Donglin is not a strong nation and its strength is not formidable, its youths are filled with fervent passion!

Those who offend Donglin, no matter how far, will be punished!