49: Oh no! Something terrible has happened! The Emperor is dueling with Ye Gucheng!

The mastermind had already shown his Face, and Sword Demon Lu Jiuyuan no longer pretended, saying in his original voice, "You imposter, you are truly bold."

"You are the one who is truly bold! How dare you impersonate Your Majesty! I am the son of the late Emperor, and I ascended the throne in front of all civil and military officials.

How dare you, Prince of Nan, be so audacious, not content with being a mere Prince, but instead harboring thoughts of rebellion."

The Prince of Nan raised his hand, pointing at Lu Jiuyuan, and angrily said, "Where do you think the ancestral laws are?"

Eunuch Wang's eyes widened, his fingers trembled, and his whole body shook. He pointed at Lu Jiuyuan, his voice sharp and shrill: "You are fake, you are fake."

The Prince of Nan frowned, giving Eunuch Wang a side glance. At this moment, such a display was truly losing Face!"

"I know he's fake, Eunuch Wang, calm down, you don't need to emphasize it like that!"

"He's fake, he's really fake!" Wang An was still trembling.

"Shut up, I know he's fake!" The Prince of Nan scolded.

"This old beast was castrated at seven and entered the palace at nine. He has always been cautious and loyal. Now he's in his fifties or sixties, how did you get him to betray us?" Lu Jiuyuan asked.

"Everyone has a weakness, and his weakness is gambling and whoring!

Can you believe it, he's a eunuch, yet he likes to whore, he likes to play with women! Hahahahaha..." The Prince of Nan burst into laughter.

"Gamblers in this world are beyond saving. You just need to give them money, and anything can be bought."

"Your Highness, he's fake, that's fake!"

"I know he's fake, can you please shut up?"

The Prince of Nan turned around and looked at Eunuch Wang trembling like that, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"What do you mean by that?"

"He's fake, he's not His Majesty. His Majesty put a fake here, we've been exposed long ago."

The Prince of Nan's expression changed drastically: "Master! We've fallen into a trap!"

Ye Gucheng slowly walked in: "I didn't expect our next meeting to be here."

"I guessed you would come, and I've been waiting for you here for a long time," Lu Jiuyuan said with a smile.

"How did you guess?"

"You left too many clues.

You shouldn't have involved Lu Xiaofeng, and you shouldn't have involved me."

Lu Jiuyuan smiled and rested his hand on his Sword: "As revenge for involving me, isn't this gift a surprise?"

"Master, who is he?" The Prince of Nan quickly hid behind Ye Gucheng and asked.

"There are only two people in the world who can make me value them so much: one is Sword God Ximen Chuixue, and the other is Sword Devil Lu Jiuyuan!"

"Sword Devil? Bastard, we didn't provoke you, you got involved on your own."

The Prince of Nan was enraged, but after Lu Jiuyuan glanced at him and felt the killing intent, he immediately shrank back.

"You have a Sword! I also have a Sword!" Looking at Lu Jiuyuan, Ye Gucheng slowly said:

"At this time and place, our unfinished battle should perhaps end here."

"The Summit of the Forbidden City on the night of the full moon.

Ximen Chuixue will hate me to death!

But our battle has not ended, and it is only right that we continue it here and now.

I think he should be able to understand." Lu Jiuyuan stroked his chin, finding a plausible reason for himself.

"Please!"

"Wait a moment!" Lu Jiuyuan's Seven Stars Sword instantly unsheathed, a flash of Sword light, and then returned to its scabbard!

"Let's clear out the trash. Ximen Chuixue is on top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. If we go there, it will inevitably affect our battle. How about we have our decisive battle on top of this Southern Study!"

Lu Jiuyuan completely ignored Eunuch Wang, who was lying dead on the ground, and said with a smile.

"Good!"

The two directly leaped onto the roof, one in white clothes, the other in a Dragon robe.

"Are you going to fight me in that attire?"

"I'm going to fight you in that attire!"

"Oh no, something's happened! The Emperor and Ye Gucheng are fighting on top of the Southern Study!"

This sharp and urgent shout, like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly caused an uproar in the Hall of Supreme Harmony square!

The crowd, who had been immersed in the shock and confusion of Ximen Chuixue's Sword strike against the fake Ye Gucheng, all turned their heads to look.

Only to see in the distance, in the direction of the Southern Study, the moonlight, like a silken ribbon, clearly illuminated two figures standing prominently on the glazed tile roof.

One was dressed in a vermilion cloud-patterned Dragon robe, his posture as tall as a pine tree, standing with his hand on his Sword, it was indeed the "Emperor"!

The other, in white clothes whiter than snow, with a cold and aloof Face, and an ethereal temperament like an immortal flying from beyond the clouds, who else could it be but Ye Gucheng?

"Ye Gucheng!"

"Your Majesty!"

"A duel?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Exclamations and questions rose and fell.

"Bastards! This is going too far. One bastard, two bastards, a bunch of bastards, all bastards, not a single one of them is easy to deal with." Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened, and he cursed aloud.

He no longer cared about Ximen Chuixue and the corpse on top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. His figure was like lightning, and he was the first to rush towards the Southern Study!

Daoist Mu, Sikong Zhaixing, Bu Ju, and other Masters also awoke as if from a dream, displaying their movement techniques and following closely behind.

The Imperial Guards in the square stirred. Commander Wei Ziyun reacted extremely quickly, and sharply ordered:

"Seal off the Southern Study area! Protect His Majesty! Everyone else stay put, no unauthorized movement!"

He himself led a team of elite personal guards, rushing like arrows from a bowstring towards the scene.

On top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Ximen Chuixue slowly sheathed his Sword. His icy gaze swept over the chaotic crowd below, finally settling on the two confronting figures on top of the Southern Study.

When he saw the "Emperor's" posture with his hand on his Sword, and felt that unique aura, still sharp and unparalleled even from a great distance, faintly carrying the meaning of slaughter and destruction.

On his icy Face, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly, and he instantly confirmed something.

"Bastard! Lu Jiuyuan..."

He muttered in a low voice, his figure suddenly vanishing, like a white meteor, silently streaking across the night sky, heading straight for the Southern Study!

On top of the Southern Study.

The night wind whistled, blowing Lu Jiuyuan's Dragon robe and Ye Gucheng's snow-white clothes.

The two were only about eight zhang apart, their gazes meeting in the air, like two invisible Sword Qi colliding and probing.

The air seemed to solidify, and the heavy pressure made the first batch of Imperial Guards and Masters who had rushed over feel their breathing constrict, involuntarily stopping beneath the courtyard wall.

Lu Xiaofeng was the fastest and thought he would arrive the earliest, but just as he was about to say something, he was already stopped.

The Emperor, disguised as Lu Jiuyuan, blocked his path with the Guhong Sword: "Lu Xiaofeng, don't ruin this wonderful battle!"

"You?" Lu Xiaofeng immediately noticed something was wrong. He looked at Lu Jiuyuan in front of him, then at the Emperor on the roof.

He couldn't help but curse again, "Bastard! Old Nine, you are the real bastard."

"Ye Gucheng, do you want to rebel? Hurry up and come down!"

Wei Ziyun shouted loudly, thunder rumbling in his heart. Damn it, letting you duel in the Imperial Palace is already putting our lives on the line.

If you duel with His Majesty, do we, the guards, have any way to survive?

"Ye Gucheng! How dare you! How dare you disturb His Majesty, and force your way into the palace with a Sword! Why don't you surrender immediately!"

Wei Ziyun's eyes were splitting with rage, and he roared sharply, his hand already tightly pressed on the hilt of his Sword.

The Imperial Guards behind him were even more on high alert, their strong bows and powerful crossbows all aimed at the white-clad figure on the roof.

If His Majesty were to suffer any mishap here, all of them would be buried with him!

"Ye Gucheng," Lu Jiuyuan spoke, his voice low: "This battle will determine both victory and death!"

"Once the Sword is drawn, there is no regret. Tonight, only the Sword matters."

"Stop! You can't fight to the death, Your Majesty, you can't fight, Your Majesty!"

Wei Ziyun could no longer hold back. With a command, several elite Imperial Guards, swift as lightning, were about to rush onto the roof to protect His Majesty.

"Retreat!" Lu Jiuyuan shouted: "No one is allowed to obstruct this battle!"

The Imperial Guards rushing towards the roof stiffened, subconsciously stopping their steps. Wei Ziyun looked at the Emperor above with doubt and surprise, thinking, 'This voice doesn't sound right, what's going on?'

"Whoosh!"

A white figure, colder than moonlight and sharper than the cold wind, like a comet streaking across the night sky, suddenly descended onto the roof of the Southern Study, in a position slightly below and between the two, where both could see and be seen.

Ximen Chuixue!

He didn't even look at the crowd below the wall, his pair of icy eyes fixed on Ye Gucheng and Lu Jiuyuan on the roof.

Although the precious Sword in his hand was not unsheathed, that pure and ultimate Ruthless Sword Intent had already caused the surrounding temperature to plummet!

"Ye Gucheng, Lu Jiuyuan!" Ximen Chuixue's voice, every word, carried a bone-chilling coldness: "You two bastards!"

Ye Gucheng remained aloof and ethereal, his white clothes rustling in the night wind, as if he had merged with the moonlight.

He looked at Ximen Chuixue, his eyes complex, with apology, Battle Intent, and a hint of relief: "Ximen Chuixue, this battle is not what I wished for, but I have no choice but to fight it. My apologies!"

Lu Jiuyuan's hand on the Seven Stars Sword tightened slightly, his Dragon robe billowed in the night wind. His gaze swept over the extremely anxious Wei Ziyun and the Imperial Army below, finally resting on Ximen Chuixue:

"Ximen Chuixue, this is my battle, you still haven't retreated!"

"Exactly, why haven't you retreated! We want to watch the duel!

Oh, and why are you scolding me? I didn't do anything, I just wanted to watch the show!" The Emperor below shouted loudly.

Feng Bao had already left, tying up the Prince of Nan and quietly escorting him away.

"Hmm?"

Ximen Chuixue's voice seemed to freeze the air. He turned and glared at the Emperor, who naturally hid behind Lu Xiaofeng.

He also squeezed his shoulder.

"Lu Xiaofeng, give me some Face, let's persuade him together!"

Lu Xiaofeng's body stiffened, and he gave a helpless bitter smile. Could he not give this Face?

He looked up and said, "Ximen Chuixue, come down! This is not The Summit of the Forbidden City, it's not your and Ye Gucheng's battlefield.

Since the one in the Dragon robe wants to fight him, then let him fight."