Chapter 13834: The Hero of Zhaixing Tower City

"It was because my father pitied me and thought of my sincerity that he made me the crown prince and gave me an empty title."

Qin Yu paused, looking into the distance, as if lost in the memories of her past life, with a faint smile on her lips, she continued: "If you can manage the Qin family well, and let the Qin family develop steadily in this ever-changing situation, I will be so happy."

"When the time comes, I will recite poems and drink tea every day, and get together with a few good friends to talk about everything under the sun. Isn't that wonderful?"

"The fame, wealth and status in this world are nothing but passing clouds to me. Only the inner peace and freedom are the most precious."

His voice is soft and soothing, as if carrying a kind of magic that makes people involuntarily immersed in the beautiful life he describes.

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At this time, the Zhaixing Tower City had completely turned into a purgatory trampled by the god of death.

The devastated scene was like a sharp knife, piercing the eyes of every witness.

The magnificent buildings that once towered high and reached the sky have now turned into ruins, tottering in the biting cold wind, and making painful groans like those of an old man on his deathbed.

On the broken walls, there are densely packed with mottled marks, as if time has used its ruthless chisel to carve out the cruelty of the earth-shaking and color-changing war that once took place.

Demonic energy and sword energy intertwined wantonly in the city, like a painting with crazy brushstrokes, strange and terrifying colors, permeating every inch of the air without a gap.

The thick, inky demonic energy, carrying with it a creepy, chilling evil aura, was like a ferocious beast that was ready to devour its prey, ruthlessly devouring all life in the world.

Although the sharp sword energy had lost a lot of its edge after the war, it still retained the sharpness and determination when the battle was fierce, as if silently telling the story of the wars of the past.

The glory of the past has long since disappeared without a trace, like a dream bubble, leaving only this devastated scene. People can't help but sigh from the bottom of their hearts about the impermanence of the world and the despairing cruel nature of war.

After that earth-shattering war, both the Tyrant Empire and the Star-Picking Tower suffered heavy losses and were severely damaged.

Many cities of the Tyrant Empire are now in ruins. The once bustling and bustling streets are now filled with broken bricks and tiles and cold, stiff corpses.

The blazing flames, like the tongue of a devil, licked the ruins wantonly. They had not yet been completely extinguished, and from time to time they made crackling sounds, like a low and sad elegy, silently weeping for this human tragedy.

The Zhaixing Tower was not spared either. This originally mysterious, profound and powerful force has now been severely damaged by the impact of the war. The majesty and superiority of the past are no longer visible.

Jiang Yuyan, the boss of the Demon Tower, was unfortunately seriously injured in that life-and-death battle.

Her originally beautiful and charming face was now as pale as the remaining snow in winter, completely bloodless. There was a trace of blood that had not yet dried at the corner of her mouth, which was bright red and glaring.

Her body was so weak that it seemed as if a slight breeze could easily blow her down like a candle in the wind.

In the short term, there was no possibility for her to recover. She could only lie quietly on the cold bed, her eyes revealing endless fatigue and unwillingness, which was the deep regret for her serious injuries and inability to fight again.

The owner of Zhaixing Tower also consumed a lot of energy in the war.

He used to be tall and straight, with an imposing manner, but now he looked a little hunched, with his back slightly bent, no longer having the heroic demeanor of the past.

The clothes on his body were torn to pieces, hanging on his body in tatters, revealing the shocking wounds deep enough to see the bones.

His eyes were full of fatigue and vicissitudes, as if he had experienced countless years of hardships and vicissitudes. It seemed that he had aged several years overnight, and his former vigor and vitality had long since disappeared.

Whether it was the Zhaixing Tower or the Batian Empire, there were countless casualties and widespread grief.

On the battlefield, corpses were piled up like mountains, layer upon layer, emitting a disgusting stench.

The blood flowed and spread wildly, completely dyeing the earth red, forming shocking pools of blood that looked like a sea of blood.

Those lives that were once lively and full of vitality have now turned into cold and stiff corpses. In their eyes, there is still a lingering fear and despair when facing death when they were alive. Their eyes are empty and lifeless, as if silently accusing the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

Ling Xiao had not yet had the time to practice in seclusion. He was alone, standing quietly in the center of the ruins of the Tyrant Empire.

The demonic energy around him was like a surging tide, spreading madly around him. The demonic energy was so thick that it was almost tangible, as if it would completely envelope the entire world and devour it.

His eyes were as cold as ice and as firm as iron, like stars in a cold night, revealing a murderous intent that was chilling enough to scare away the enemy.

Ling Bi, Xiao Lianzhu, Meng Haoqingqi and others stood in an orderly manner behind him like loyal and fearless guards.

They all had extraordinary auras, emitting a strong and fierce aura. Together with Ling Xiao, they formed an indestructible line of defense.

The warriors of the Tyrant Empire had eyes as hot as burning flames. They stared at Ling Xiao closely, as if he was their only ray of hope in the dark abyss and their life-saving straw in despair.

The only reason they were not completely destroyed in this devastating disaster was due to Ling Xiao's timely appearance and ability to turn the tide.

In that thrilling battle with the Holy Temple, Ling Xiao almost single-handedly relied on his own strength to defeat the powerful Holy Temple with overwhelming force.

His unparalleled strength, fearlessness of life and death, and courage to move forward deeply impressed everyone.

In the hearts of everyone in the Tyrant Empire, he is undoubtedly their hero, the savior who saved them from danger and turned the tide!
Everyone in the Zhaixing Tower also admires Ling Xiao very much.

In the previous battle, they were unwilling to help with all their strength due to various concerns and selfishness. However, even so, they were still mercilessly killed by the Holy Temple.

If Ling Xiao had not appeared in time at the critical moment and quickly turned the tide of the battle with lightning speed, they would probably have been wiped out and no one would have survived.

At this moment, they were filled with awe and gratitude, and their eyes looking at Ling Xiao were filled with deep respect and gratitude.

Ling Xiao stood there quietly, his eyes slowly sweeping across the miserable scene around him.

The pungent and strong smell of blood came over him like an invisible wave, almost suffocating him.