The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 713 - 466, The Emperor has Fallen! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2

Moreover, the Empress who was interrupted during her ascension, fell grievously injured, and can keep her life, which is already fortunate, poses no threat.

Wu Xiankui stood alone at the mountain’s peak, his expression uncertain. Seeing the Magic God escape, he suddenly leaped into the sea of clouds, using the Divine Sense of the Heavenly Human Realm to seek the heavily injured Empress. Searching all around, he was astonished to find that the Empress’s aura had vanished without a trace. Upon seeing this, he sighed lightly, paid no heed to the sounds of fighting from the mountainside, and left towards the east.

A moment back in time.

Just as the attack on the mountaintop took place, Zhao Douan also ran wildly to the halfway point of the mountain.

Immediately, the buried "Green Lotus" in his Sea of Consciousness began to sway abruptly. Zhao Douan’s expression changed rapidly, as he stopped and looked up, seeing only a blanket of white mist in his vision.

Soon, above the mist, a figure faintly fell like a shooting star.

Zhao Douan did not hesitate, lowered his knees and hips, and leaped like a great bird. In mid-air, he reached out and caught the unconscious, blood-soaked Empress of Yu Country.

Then, the two fell together towards the bottom of the mountain, and in mid-air, Zhao Douan decisively crushed the Transmission Jade, gifted to him for self-defense by Xu Zhenguan.

"Crack!"

As the Transmission Jade shattered, a misty starlight enveloped the two, erasing their silhouettes, and randomly transported them a thousand miles away!

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At the foot of the mountain.

Both sides were still fiercely fighting, when suddenly, the entire Luo Mountain began to shake, and the altar that had been well protected at the base suddenly collapsed!

The Ancestor’s Tablet positions placed on the offering table nearly all fell down simultaneously!

"The altar is destroyed!!"

Someone exclaimed in alarm.

At the same time, everyone faintly heard a phantom-like mournful dragon chant by their ears.

An unnamed sorrowful emotion suddenly surged in everyone’s hearts.

As if it were a signal, those Magic God Sect magicians and the dead warriors of Prince Jing Mansion suddenly retreated like a tide, desperately trying to escape.

"Haha, had enough fighting today, next time I’ll come looking for you again!" Duan Shuiliu laughed loudly, coughing up blood while fleeing crazily.

He underestimated Eunuch Hai’s strength, both were heavily injured in their duel.

However, Eunuch Hai had no intention of chasing him, the Python Robed Old Eunuch suddenly raised his head, stared blankly at the mist-covered mountaintop, his pale hair dancing in the wind, and tears uncontrollably slid down his age-clouded eyes.

Not only him, all Inner Court Tributors who practiced the "Martial God" path felt a rise of sorrowful emotion in their hearts.

"Sealing failed..." Tang Jinzhong dazedly stared at the altar that collapsed without being touched by anyone.

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Hai suddenly shrieked sharply, leapt into the air, and rushed frantically towards the mountain top.

The other court experts, as if waking from a dream, also rushed to the mountaintop!

Yet when these experts climbed up the mountain, they found only devastation, the entire top of the mountain almost leveled by the remnants of battle, with pools of blood scattered on the ground.

There was no Empress, no Zhao Douan, and none of the other formidable enemies.

Eunuch Hai staggered to the Five-Colored Altar, softened his knees, and knelt on the ground, picking up the nearly buried Ancestor’s Tablet, wiping the surface’s dirt and dust.

Then, dazed and silent, as if he had lost his soul.

"Eunuch?" Song Jinxi called out cautiously.

Eunuch Hai suddenly turned his head, stared at him, word by word:

"Search! Search for... Your Majesty! Search!"

All the experts scattered, searching the traces of the Empress on Luo Mountain.

As Mo Chou, Sun Lianying, the Minister of Rites, Shipping Governor Ning Zechen, and other hidden ministers were escorted by soldiers and emerged from their hiding, they found the fighting had ceased.

They still did not know the situation, but upon seeing the collapsed altar, they felt a heavy heart.

A sense of ominous foreboding grew.

And when they witnessed Eunuch Hai leading a group of distraught Tributors down the mountain path, Mo Chou was the first to rush up, "Ice Block" stared fixedly at the old eunuch, his voice hoarse: "Your Majesty... where is she?!"

Eunuch Hai held the Ancestor’s Tablet to his chest, raised his head expressionlessly, and looked around at everyone, saying in a voice devoid of emotion: "Sealing failed, Her Majesty and Junior Guardian Zhao disappeared, search yields no results."

After pausing, he stared at the suddenly discolored officials, delivering a phrase that hit everyone like a thunderstrike:

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Eight Princes have rebelled by now, my lords, the sky of Yu Country has fallen."

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In the distance, on a bare mountain ridge.

Draped in a black robe, Xu Jianwen quietly gazed at Luo Mountain, from this distance, he couldn’t see the details around Luo Mountain.

But faintly heard the roarings fade away.

Suddenly, a hint of Dragon Qi seemingly flashed at Xu Jianwen’s brow, but it only flickered for a moment before disappearing.

Nonetheless, just this feeling of Dragon Qi sourced from the Imperial Family bloodline was enough for him to confirm some things.

"The show is over, we should leave too, Jiancheng Road will be in chaos, ha, it’ll be troublesome if they focus on us." Xu Jianwen chuckled softly and turned to speak.

Master Gu Huo, Qi Yuchun, and Ren Kun, Kuangfu Society’s trio, questioned suspiciously: "Your Highness, is the Fake Emperor dead?"

Xu Jianwen hesitated a bit, shook his head: "Probably not yet, but close enough. Besides, often, whether she is dead doesn’t matter, whether the world believes she is dead is more crucial."

The three seemed half-understanding but were somewhat excited: "Your Highness, if the Fake Emperor dies, the throne will be vacant, you..."

Xu Jianwen laughed and waved off: "Currently, my influence is thin, only a title remains, standing out now risks becoming many people’s target; forget it, let’s hide first, let my several uncles fight over this world, wait until the time is ripe, then come back to handle the aftermath."