Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

The group followed the Dragon Bone Stairs downwards, and soon arrived at a massive pit.

At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary pit, but upon closer inspection of the surrounding environment, Jiang Shouzhong was shocked to realize it was actually a dilapidated, ancient giant cauldron.

They were inside the giant cauldron.

On the earth layers around the cauldron, faint mysterious runes could be seen, emitting a dim light.

Inside the pit, the light was dim as if covered by a thick veil, and the smell of blood was rampant in this enclosed space, invading one's nostrils.

Jiang Shouzhong's gaze swept over and saw the Third Prince slumped on the ground.

At this moment, the Third Prince was covered in blood, his clothes tattered, and his disheveled hair stuck to his blood-stained face, making him look extremely disheveled.

And on the ground around him lay many corpses with missing limbs; some were armored soldiers, others were Jianghu figures in various attires.

The corpses bore clear bite marks.

Upon hearing the group's footsteps, the Third Prince slowly raised his head.

When his gaze met Jiang Shouzhong's, Zhou Yin was initially stunned, then a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he sighed, "Truly, enemies always meet. I should've guessed you'd show up here."

Luo Wanqing's beautiful eyes shifted as she surveyed the surroundings, then she gracefully stepped forward to Zhou Yin, her lips curling into a mocking smile, and sneered:

"Oh my, how has the mighty Crown Prince of Dazhou ended up looking like a dead dog?"

"The Empress certainly is chaste; as soon as your father died, she found another man."

Zhou Yin wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and retorted with a smile.

Luo Wanqing, however, was unfazed, her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons as she replied nonchalantly, "You guessed wrong, I found a man before your father even hit the ground."

Zhou Yin was momentarily at a loss for words, unable to retort.

"Where are the others?"

Jiang Shouzhong asked.

Zhou Yin glanced toward the deep pit not far away and lamented:

"All a bunch of lunatics with no regard for their lives. Do they really think the Dragon Clan is so easily controlled? Although I am puzzled, previously no one could find it, but now with a hint of a clue, they're all charging in like ravenous dogs."

Ran Qingchen stepped to the edge of the deep pit, heat waves assailing her face, carrying faint traces of sulfur.

Clearly, the Dragon Clan was below.

Jiang Shouzhong looked at the heavily wounded Zhou Yin and asked, "So, you're the only one left now?"

Zhou Yin met Jiang Shouzhong's gaze and laughed, with a hint of provocation, "So, do you think this is a great opportunity to kill me?"

Jiang Shouzhong said, "Can't kill you? Do you remember my brother Lu Renjia?"

Zhou Yin nodded, "Of course I remember, but unfortunately, I had two chances to kill him, yet he escaped both times. But it also shows the guy has a tough life."

"It also shows your life isn't tough."

Jiang Shouzhong released his flying sword, unhesitatingly stabbing towards Zhou Yin's throat.

Zhou Yin remained expressionless, looking at him coldly.

In a blink, the flying sword plunged into Zhou Yin's neck, yet the anticipated scene of blood splattering did not occur, as the flying sword seemed to plunge into a mire, disappearing without a trace.

"A clone?"

Ran Qingchen's brows knit slightly.

She suddenly turned, her skirt swirling in the blood-soaked mud, creating dark ripples, as arrows of blood shot in all directions.

With a ripple in the air, Zhou Yin's true form was seen sitting cross-legged under a blue rock ten zhang away, surrounded by a translucent Barrier, where dragon-shaped light figures seemed to swim.

The blood arrows were halted seven feet away.

"Tricks of the trade."

Ran Qingchen's jade palm struck down, the bloody energy swirled like an ink dragon, but upon touching the Barrier, it shattered into countless shards.

The semi-transparent barrier wall rippled with golden-scaled patterns, dissipating the palm force invisibly.

"True Dragon Shield?"

Luo Wanqing twirled her hair around her fingertips, staring at Zhou Yin with interest,

"Zhou Chang really values you, giving you the National Guardian Divine Artifact, truly fatherly love."

Zhou Yin's gaze pierced through the sparkling veil to land on Jiang Shouzhong.

"Actually, sometimes I envy you, feeling the Heavenly Dao is unfair."

Zhou Yin spoke slowly, his bloody forefinger brushing his lips, "You always put on a facade of being devoid of desire, yet opportunities always land in your lap."

Jiang Shouzhong did not speak, continuing to unleash flying sword attacks.

The flying sword turned into countless silver arcs, crashing onto the Barrier with continuous sounds of shattering jade.

The True Dragon Shield was the world's top protective Barrier, clearly not easily broken.

"In a way, it's interesting."

Zhou Yin's gaze suddenly shifted to Ran Qingchen, his eyes reflecting an eerie appearance under the Barrier's golden light,

"Actually, a long time ago, my father considered marrying you to me because I was the future emperor of Dazhou, and you were Jiang Wan's daughter. He hoped to fulfill the unachieved love between him and Jiang Wan through us.

Had I agreed back then, even if you were unwilling, even if the Ran Family was reluctant, and even if your aunt resisted, you would have had to marry me, do you believe it?"

Ran Qingchen sneered coldly, "So, it's you who disagreed?"

Though what Zhou Yin said was true, given the circumstances at the time, the Ran Family indeed did not dare refuse.

Zhou Yin's voice turned icy, like a blade dipped in ice, "Indeed, I refused. I'm not like my elder brother, who cares about Power and women.

But I care more about Power. In my view, within the royal family, there's no such thing as pure love, it's nothing more than desire.

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