153: Avalanche on the city wall, the last hope

The next morning, Qian Feng and Qian Renxue flew together towards Heavenly Dou Imperial City. After this blessing in disguise, Little Sister's soul power reached Title Douluo, and she even gained powerful methods.

According to her, this Azure Dragon scale might have clever combined uses with the Angel God.

It's just that she doesn't understand it yet.

At noon, two golden lights pierced the sky above Heavenly Dou Imperial City. Dugu Bo immediately stepped into the air to greet them.

He widened his eyes, looked at Qian Renxue beside Qian Feng, and said, "She's a Title Douluo?!"

"Hehe, yes~ Where is Miss Dugu Yan? She must be very worried." Qian Renxue looked at Dugu Bo, who sighed and nodded, saying, "She hasn't slept all night, she's still at the hotel."

"Brother, then I'll go see Miss Dugu Yan!" Qian Renxue turned her head, still quite worried about her Little Sister.

Qian Feng smiled slightly, gently stroked her head, and nodded slightly.

In mid-air, Qian Feng and Dugu Bo landed within Heavenly Dou Imperial City. Looking around, the battle of the past day or two had left several ruins in this Imperial City, which were currently under repair.

"It's not just my granddaughter who can't sleep," Dugu Bo chuckled. "The people in the Tiandou Royal Family are all terrified, afraid you'll vent your anger on them." The two stood in place, not rushing to enter.

Qian Feng's eyes were cold, his aura stern. After this incident, the bit of moderate thinking he brought from his hometown deep in his bones completely dissipated.

Standing here, there is only the Young Master of Spirit Hall!

"Mm, they're here." Qian Feng looked inside the Imperial Palace. Xue Qinghe, who was now the Heaven Dou Emperor, walked out quickly, followed closely by a group of officials whose eyes were filled with fear.

"Young Master Qian Feng! The scoundrel deeds done by my inferior brother caused Miss Qian Renxue to suffer misfortune!" Xue Qinghe bowed ninety degrees, appearing extremely humble.

He also understood that only by showing enough humility could he have a chance to gain understanding.

Dugu Bo stepped forward and patted Xue Qinghe's shoulder, smiling as he said, "Miss Qian Renxue is fine."

That one sentence was like a life-saving straw. Xue Qinghe's eyes turned red, the big stone hanging in his heart fell, and he quickly raised his head and sighed, "That's good, that's good! Someone, prepare the best tonics and medicinal herbs!"

Qian Feng's eyes were as usual, showing no emotion, as he coldly asked, "Where are Xue Beng, and the other two Crown Princes?"

"They have already been thrown into the death prison, entirely at your disposal!" Xue Qinghe said quickly, hastily distancing himself.

His three younger brothers had caused a huge trouble, and he was unable to interfere.

"Okay, Dugu Bo, then I'll go to the death prison." Qian Feng nodded slightly, then said loudly, "Xue Beng used to have dozens of retainers. Heaven Dou Emperor Xue Qinghe, you and Dugu Bo can deal with them together."

"Execute all of them."

"Mm, this old man understands." Dugu Bo nodded, and Xue Qinghe also nodded, knowing how to handle it.

The death prison of the Imperial Palace could not see daylight; there were only a few flickering candle flames.

At this time, Xue Beng and the other two Crown Princes each had a cell, with disheveled hair and dust-covered robes, looking very miserable.

"Tang San... will definitely come to save me. I helped him kill Qian Feng's sister, hehehe, this is a huge merit!" Xue Beng leaned against the wall, his long hair half-covering his face, smiling sinisterly.

"You are just a disposable chess piece of Tang San. Do you expect him to come save you?" A voice, carrying a strong sense of mockery, came out.

Xue Beng suddenly stood up, looked left and right, his eyes fearful: "Nonsense! Do you know what a great merit it is to kill Qian Renxue! Tang San, he will definitely come!"

"Is that so? Then perhaps you won't be able to wait."

With subtle footsteps, a figure walked outside the cell, looking at Xue Beng with a calm expression.

"Hahahaha~" Xue Beng immediately laughed maniacally upon seeing this, pointing at Qian Feng and mocking, "How is it? Was the funeral for your cute Little Sister grand? Does this Crown Prince need to send a small gift~"

Qian Feng's figure flashed, entering the cell, and immediately kicked the opponent in the abdomen.

The latter cried out in pain, his eyes wide, his body heavily hit the wall, and he spat out fresh blood.

"Little Sister is fine, and she even broke through to level ninety." Qian Feng took a few steps forward, with his hands behind his back, looking at Xue Beng curled up on the ground.

"Impossible! Blood Guanyin Tear is a powerful hidden weapon developed by Tang San, how could it fail! Are you lying to me, or are you... crazy?" Xue Beng smiled sinisterly, raising his head to look at Qian Feng.

The latter frowned, then immediately kicked him in the face, leaving it bloody and mangled.

"Ah!!!"

Inside the dungeon, it was Xue Beng's miserable cries.

"Tell me what you know about Tang San's situation." Qian Feng's voice was still calm.

"Hehehe" Xue Beng could no longer be recognized at this point, his whole body writhing on the ground, mocking from time to time, "Kill me, and Tang San will definitely not let you go! What a pity, if only I had held on a little longer, he would definitely have come to save me!"

"Okay, I'll let you see if he comes to save you." Qian Feng smiled slightly, walking step by step towards Xue Beng, who shrank towards the corner in fear.

"What what are you going to do!!" Xue Beng's heart pounded, his voice carrying a crying tone.

Qian Feng's mouth curved slightly, and he immediately stepped his right foot directly towards the area between Xue Beng's legs!

With waves of intense pain and humiliation, Xue Beng's eyes widened and rolled back, his screams echoing through the death prison.

The fresh blood flowing from between his legs caused him to fall into a coma.

However, with this kick, Qian Feng controlled the force, merely stomping it into mush, but did not damage the opponent's foundation; this was also for the plan later.

Next, the third and fourth Crown Princes experienced the same pain.

Immediately after, both of them fainted. Only Xue Beng, after regaining consciousness, gasped from time to time, his eyes vacant.

"Don't you believe Tang San will come save you? I'll give you this chance," Qian Feng chuckled, then immediately called the dungeon guard:

"Xue Beng and the other three Crown Princes endangered the safety of the Empire, and furthermore, they assassinated Heaven Dou Emperor Xue Qinghe! Their crimes are heinous!"

"Starting today, tie the three of them up and hang them on the city wall of Heavenly Dou Imperial City, to endure the sun and wind!"

...Yes." The guard's body trembled, not daring to look up at Qian Feng at all.

An hour later, Xue Qinghe and Dugu Bo also dealt with Xue Beng's dozens of retainers and learned of Qian Feng's arrangements.

The two exchanged glances, both feeling a bit of chill in the other's eyes.

Half a day later, Xue Beng and the three were hung on the city wall, with fresh blood still constantly oozing from between their legs.

Fortunately, the three still had a bit of soul power to protect themselves, and did not die too quickly.

It was just that this process... was very agonizing.

The cold wind of winter was like a knife, unable to blow away that sliver of hope in Xue Beng's heart.

Tang San will come to save him, right!

The intense physical pain and humiliation, and a sliver of hope in his spirit, dissipated in the day after day of waiting.

The most terrifying torture on the Continent was none other than this. How long did Xue Beng and the others live? Half a month or a month?

No one knew. At first, there were still commoners who came to curse these three for assassinating the Emperor, and threw stinky eggs and rotten vegetable leaves to humiliate them.

After a month, few people came, and no one paid attention to Xue Beng and the three anymore.

They were still hoping, their bodies already numb, just staring with wide eyes, looking into the distance.

From confusion and incomprehension, to resentment and anger.

Tang San, oh Tang San, how could you not come to save us...

Xue Beng kept muttering before he died, then in a final burst of energy, cursed angrily, "Tang San! Scoundrel!! Beast!"

Until the end, what hung on the city wall were only three sets of stark white bones, and even at this point, no one dared to take them down.

They will hang here forever, until they turn into a gust of flying ash.