The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1165 - 630: Life and Death Puppet

"Then let you die first!" Prince Jing was furious, no longer retreating, and fiercely stomped on the lake water, with a whistle rushing toward Zhao Douan.

He must interrupt this guy’s Far Mountain Breaking Formation Drum, or even if he wins in the end, the internal injuries would leave him with only a few years to live!

Zhao Douan had no choice but to stop drumming and once again engage in close combat with Prince Jing with a punch and a kick.

No technique, only brute force.

The two wrestled in the water like dragons and elephants entangled, and Zhao Douan truly had no thought of self-preservation, fighting more frantically. Quickly, Prince Jing was terrified; he was afraid!

At this moment, he saw determination in Zhao Douan’s calm eyes and realized that the opponent was really fighting desperately, and if the opponent was truly willing to give up his life, could he be left behind? The answer made Xu Wen shiver with fear.

Thus, at this moment, after another punch exchange, Prince Jing suddenly twisted his body and ran, leaving everyone behind, sprinting crazily to the east. As long as he could escape, Zhao Douan would die on his own after a while.

"Trying to leave? Too late." Zhao Douan smiled faintly, "My governor’s banquet is not something you come to and leave as you wish."

Saying this, Zhao Douan slowly stepped forward, rosy clouds began to spray from his body, he intuitively performed the starting techniques of the Martial God Map, the fist skill Xu once unleashed atop the mountain, and after he executed several moves, he was surprised to find the Dragon Essence within him becoming increasingly adept. Unfortunately, Prince Jing had already taken the opportunity to escape a long way, nearly disappearing from sight.

Zhao Douan could only stop, eyes condescendingly striking out a palm, five fingers grasping!

Galaxy inverted!

At this moment, he seemed to return to the Martial God Map, to that snowy night on the plains when he and Xu looked out at the Mubei Forest. At that time, the Grand Ancestor Emperor struck out a palm, causing the heavenly stars to fall one after another.

With Zhao Douan executing this move of a Mortal Realm hand skill that hadn’t been used in ages.

Within ten miles of Dongxuan Lake, countless clouds crazily converged toward him.

"Ah..." Prince Chen and his consort felt the blowing wind, their expressions changing.

On Yutou Mountain, Zuo Tang and other martial world people saw that all the trees on the mountain were swaying, bowing toward the person at the center of the lake, as if ministers worshipping.

On Daluo Island, countless locals first heard three "thunderclaps," then saw the sky change color, clouds converging, and could not help but drop the "Spring God sculpture" they were carrying and kowtow to the ground, thinking it was the Spring God manifesting.

Already on the verge of escaping into the mountains, Prince Jing felt an overwhelming, irresistible suction force coming from behind him. He struggled desperately, like a solitary leaf in a giant whirlpool in the deep sea, passively retreating backward, with the view changing before him until, with a thud, he crashed into a body reeking of blood.

Zhao Douan’s laughter came from close behind his neck, "Prince, don’t turn around, I am the Grand Ancestor."

Prince Jing paused, didn’t understand, but realized he was actually being held by Zhao Douan.

He tried to break free!

But Zhao Douan’s hands weren’t loosening even a fraction despite his struggles.

"What do you want to do?!" Prince Jing didn’t understand, what was the meaning of this restraint and confinement? Was it just to prevent him from escaping?

Not just him, countless people watching were equally puzzled.

They didn’t understand Zhao Douan’s intentions.

But in the next second, everyone’s confusion was resolved.

They saw Zhao Douan’s now weakened face turn ferocious for the first time as he operated his Qi Mechanism and shouted, "Chen Gui! Fire the cannon!!"

Fire the cannon!

In a dense forest on Yutou Mountain.

Tang Ping suddenly heard this shout, felt tingling from his spine, eyes widened, realizing something was wrong, he quickly turned to Chen Huoshen, trying to stop him: "Don’t!"

Zhao Douan actually wanted to use himself as a cage, forcibly locking down Prince Jing, summoning the Heavenly Element Cannon!

Mutual destruction?

This phrase surged in Tang Ping’s mind, but he was a step too late, watching helplessly as the almost crazed Chen Huoshen, with red eyes, laughed wildly and pulled the "trigger," igniting the fuse!

Then, the enormous cannon, like a house, lit up its barrel patterns, brewing a terrifying aura.

At the foot of the mountain, Gongshu Tianyuan heard the words "fire the cannon" and instantly understood, horrified. As the maker of the cannon, how could he not know the destructive power of this cannon shot? Brother Zhao demanded death... Gongshu Tianyuan’s expression was one of panic as he turned his head toward Yutou Mountain.

Only to see in some place on the mountain, an extraordinarily bright glow burst forth.

It was a "sun."

In the brief moment when no one had come to their senses, a miniature "sun" flew out from Yutou Mountain, in a blink devouring Zhao Douan and Prince Jing.

And then, the world seemed quiet.

All sounds disappeared.

The massive roar temporarily deafened everyone’s ears, and they only saw a mushroom cloud rise.

Then, two distorted bodies flew out from the center of the explosion, one after the other.

On Zhao Douan, the Red Flame Saint Armor made a "crack" sound, splitting into web-like cracks, completely destroyed.

Prince Jing was even worse off; not only was his Protective Treasure Armor shattered, but his whole body was nearly charred, a bloody mess. It was only the supernatural resilience of the Heavenly Human Realm that sustained his life. Despite his dire state, he was still struggling to repair his body.

A cannon shot equivalent to a full strike from the Heavenly Human Realm finally played a decisive role after the two were already weakened.

Yet the first shock belonged to the onlookers.

Prince Chen and his wife sat on the ground, along with other confused guests, oblivious to the world around them.

Duan Shuiliu had escaped hundreds of feet the moment the cannon fired, his eyes fixed on the direction of Yutou Mountain, puzzled: "Cannon? Is this a cannon?"

Senior Brother Qingshan’s worldview was shattered.

Chai Keqiao, Xiao Ran, Qi Ye, and other martial artists were equally bewildered, unaware of what had occurred, their minds swaying with the thought that the court might have a fifth Heavenly Human concealed.

Princess Consort Lu Yan’er and Ji Yue distanced themselves, both trembling with shock.

Yu Xiu and Jin Jian were equally affected.

Only Gongshu Tianyuan gazed at the mushroom cloud, muttering to himself: "Played too big..."

"Cough... cough cough..."

Finally, coughing broke the silence, and the bloodied Prince Jing, dried almost to the bone at the lakebed, managed to stand once more. Step by step, he rose unsteadily, though one of his arms was severed and half his shoulder nearly blown off. If not for the Shariputra within him, it would be hard to imagine him moving at all in this condition.

"Haha... haha..." Prince Jing laughed miserably, staring at a large plank where a gruesome mix of charred remains and bloodstained clothing lay. He laughed loudly: "Zhao... Zhao thief... after all, you’re the one who couldn’t hold on... I’ve won... haha..."

He thought Zhao Douan had been killed by the blast.

Indeed, having been nearly crushed by the Dragon Essence and forcibly withstanding a shot from the Heavenly Element Cannon, even he had suffered so much. How could Zhao possibly still be alive?

Prince Jing laughed and laughed until his laughter quieted...

Because within his sight, in that mix of bloody clothing and charred remains, something moved, and then...

Before everyone’s eyes, a broken straw man pushed itself out from the clothing.

It was only palm-sized, its entire body colored in seven hues, its eyes like black gemstones shining with an eerie light.

But at this moment, the straw man seemed to have sustained injuries it shouldn’t have. Though it tried hard to stand and attempted to flip over, it only took a step before breaking apart and remaining motionless.

"Life and Death Puppet!"

The knowledgeable Yu Xiu exclaimed.

"Splash!"

Suddenly, a topless figure emerged from the lake water—it was Zhao Douan, his face pale, his breath weak, but without a trace of injury on him. He floated in the water, clinging to a piece of wood, barely keeping himself from sinking. He weakly laughed: "Prince Jing, who do you say won?"

Like being struck by lightning!

At this moment, Prince Jing silently looked at Zhao Douan and suddenly shouted without hesitation: "Protect me! Go!"

He turned and flew towards the distance without any hesitation!

But the group of Qingshan experts who heard his command were still bewildered, unsure whether to continue supporting Prince Jing.

At the critical moment, only one female sorcerer in a green robe decisively flew towards Prince Jing.

"Princess Consort!" Prince Jing was moved, his heart complex, not expecting at the critical moment, the only one he could rely on was the "fake Princess Consort" he had been using all along!

Lu Yan’er quickly crossed the water to Prince Jing’s side, listening to him saying quickly: "Take me away! I’m exhausted! Can barely hold on, Zhao is likely too weak to pursue us, hurry..."

However, Zhao Douan calmly said: "Do it!"

"Puff!"

Lu Yan’er suddenly thrust a sword and pierced through Prince Jing’s heart.

Silence enveloped the scene.