Chapter 189

Looking at them, the lineup was in no way inferior to the people of the Tianzun Dynasty.

If the Empress wished to make a move, the odds of capturing Di Zhentian were extremely low.

At this moment, Di Zhentian looked at the Empress, and a greedy gleam flickered in his eyes.

"What a tempting Empress. If I could have her in this life, dying for it would be worth it." He swallowed, then said with a grin, "Why must the Empress be like this? Just marry me directly—wouldn't that make one big happy family?" The Empress's eyes were full of icy coldness: "You're worthy?" Di Zhentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of sullen anger crossed them.

But then he still smiled and said, "Empress, please choose your words carefully. After all, your younger brother is still in my hands."

Hearing this, a sharp killing intent immediately appeared in the Empress's eyes, as if she wished she could cut Di Zhentian into a thousand pieces.

She said coldly, "You're only fit to threaten me with my brother—like a rat in a stinking ditch, despicable and filthy, utterly revolting."

Di Zhentian still said with a grin, "I love watching the Empress when she's angry." Hearing this, the Empress's chest heaved—she was clearly furious beyond measure. But in the end, she still held back: "How shall we compete later?" Di Zhentian said with a grin, "Later I'll go up personally. The first bout—martial combat."

"But Empress, does your Tianzun Dynasty have any young generation at the ninth rank?"

"I won't ask for too much—under fifty years old will do. As long as you have a ninth-rank fighter under fifty, just send him out."

"Of course, that excludes you. You're the Empress—you can't enter the fray." Hearing this, the Empress still said with a cold face, "My ranks are full of talent—why would I need to enter the fray myself?

On the contrary, your Immortal Empire actually needs you, Di Zhentian, to fight yourself. It seems your Immortal Empire truly has no one left." Di Zhentian sneered, "Empress, victory isn't won by shooting one's mouth off. Tell me—who are you going to send out?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over all the experts beside the Empress.

There were ninth-rank fighters, even stronger ones, but every one of them was doddering and decrepit.

The Empress thought for a moment, then looked toward Bu Fengshuang.

At this moment, it seemed Bu Fengshuang was the safest choice. She sent a voice transmission to ask, "Are you confident?" Bu Fengshuang nodded, "No problem."

The Empress breathed a sigh of relief, then looked toward Tianling Juqi Ta, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. In truth, she wished even more that Xu Chen would arrive, personally stand up for her, shield her, and at the same time give Di Zhentian a brutal beating.

After all, any woman longs for the scene of a hero rescuing a beauty—and she longed for it too.

But Xu Chen had not yet come out of seclusion.

A shade of dimness flickered in her eyes. In her past life, she had ultimately hurt Xu Chen too much.

Even if Xu Chen came out, he probably wouldn't necessarily help her.

Thinking of this, she gave a bitter smile. Forget it—as long as she could help Xu Chen, she would be content.

As for anything more, how would she dare hope for it?

What she owed Xu Chen from her past life, she had to repay in full in this one.

With that thought, Bu Fengshuang was about to speak.

But unexpectedly, from high above the vast plaza, a faint voice drifted over: "A ninth-rank Prince? Then I, Xu Chen, must come and have a taste."

The moment these words fell, the Empress's heart jolted, and a surge of wild joy welled up in her eyes.

He—he had come out of seclusion?

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