The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 267 Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze 41

Unfortunately, reality was cruel. The two sides fought for only a short while before the old man and the young girl were seriously injured, and the middle-aged scholar died, completely shattering his last shred of hope.

This is the only way to complete the task now.

Zhan Yubo gripped the pill tightly, about to put it in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, a sudden and powerful force struck, knocking the pill hard to the ground. The pill bounced several times on the rough ground before finally rolling to the side.

Startled, Zhan Yubo instinctively bent down to pick it up.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the pill, an even more powerful force descended from the sky and landed precisely on the pill.

So he watched helplessly as the pill that carried all his hopes was crushed into powder, eventually drifting away in the wind and disappearing without a trace, leaving only a faint bitterness lingering in the air.

"No—!" Zhan Yubo's eyes widened in horror, and his roar echoed through the sky, filled with despair and resentment.

The seriously injured old man and the young girl witnessed this scene, their faces ashen, filled with disbelief and despair.

That pill was their only hope to turn the tide and kill Xiao Ruojin, but now it has vanished into nothingness.

Recalling how the four of them had failed to defeat Xiao Ruojin despite their combined efforts, how could Zhan Yubo possibly succeed on his own now?

What do you mean by killing Xiao Ruojin?

What could prevent the birth of a divine emperor who could roam the mystical realm in Beili?

Everything vanished in that instant.

Do not!

It's not all just a mirage.

After this battle, Xiao Ruojin will definitely take revenge on Nan Jue.

The revenge of a master who has traveled to the Divine Realm is something that no individual, force, or even nation can bear.

The four of them became the sinners of Nan Jue.

The old man looked up at Zhan Yubo. If this person could take the pill immediately and reach the state of divine travel, then with the combined strength of the three of them, Xiao Ruojin would surely die.

It was a sure win, but it's turned out like this.

Fortunately, the higher-ups in Beili made things easy for them, holding back everyone who could help Xiao Ruojin. In the end, they failed because of their stupidity.

The old man closed his eyes, suppressing the surging anger and urge to curse. At this moment, cursing would be futile, only making them a laughingstock and causing others to look down on them.

"Xiao Ruojin, you've gone too far!" Zhan Yubo roared, his finger trembling as he pointed at Xiao Ruojin. His eyes seemed to spit fire, and his voice was filled with anger and resentment. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless hatred.

However, just as he was enraged and raised his knife, ready to strike with all his might, a gentle breeze swept by, bringing a fallen leaf that inadvertently grazed his neck.

At first, Zhan Yubo only felt a coolness on his neck, followed by a slight itch, so he subconsciously reached out and touched his neck.

But the moment he touched her neck, a warm liquid instantly welled up in his palm.

He was startled and looked down to see blood flowing from his fingertips, quickly staining his palms and clothes red.

Zhan Yubo's roar abruptly stopped, replaced by a face full of shock and pain. He stared wide-eyed at the blood on his hands, trying to understand how all this had happened.

Finally, he realized what had happened and hurriedly covered his neck with his hands, but blood gushed out from between his fingers like a burst dam.

"You...uh..." Zhan Yubo managed to utter a sound, his eyes filled with anger and resentment towards Xiao Ruojin. He was still trying to raise the knife in his hand again, but his body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and he collapsed helplessly.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and time slowed down dramatically at that moment.

Zhan Yubo's panting gradually subsided, eventually turning into faint gasps. Then, the sound of blood dripping also slowly stopped until it disappeared completely, leaving only a deathly silence.

The onlookers gasped, their eyes filled with bewilderment and shock.

Some people stared wide-eyed, trying to find a clue in Zhan Yubo; others covered their mouths, afraid that they would make a sound and break the oppressive silence.

"Has anyone... seen how this person died?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, their voice trembling slightly.

This question is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Everyone else shook their heads upon hearing this.

"I don't know. I just saw him touch his neck, and then his neck started bleeding. Then he collapsed and died."

"Was it Prince Jingyu who did it? I didn't see it."

"I did see a leaf fall on the big man's neck, and then he got into trouble."

"You're really amazing! Unlike me, I not only didn't see how the big man died, I didn't even feel the fluctuations of true energy in the air."

"me too."

"This is absolutely bizarre."

Everyone looked at each other.

Good guy!

It turns out they'd been looking around for ages, but nothing happened.

……

Xiao Ruojin straightened her clothes and said casually, "Do you have any last words?"

The old man and the young girl knew these words were directed at them. They looked at each other and both smiled bitterly: "Can you please not involve Nan Jue?"

Xiao Ruojin didn't speak, but looked at them with an extremely cold gaze, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The two closed their eyes, said nothing more, and each reached out to pick up the broken pieces of the knife that had fallen beside them. Without much hesitation or struggle, they cleanly and decisively made a light cut across their necks, and blood gushed out instantly.

Xiao Ruojin glanced at the two corpses, then turned around and took a step forward, her figure already several feet away. A few steps later, she disappeared from everyone's sight.

……

"Has the patriarch still not made up his mind?" Ib's eyes grew sharper, and his cold words pierced Mu Mingce's heart: "In this world, only by being willing to give can one reap rich rewards. By the time the situation settles down, it may be too late to make amends."

Upon hearing this, Mu Mingce's face tightened, his teeth clenched, and his inner conflict and struggle were clearly visible.

He naturally knew that adding flowers to brocade was not as good as providing charcoal in the snow.

However, he is the patriarch of Dark River, and all his decisions are closely related to Dark River and the survival of the entire organization.

If the mission is terminated at this point, it would be tantamount to Dark River completely betraying Emperor Tai'an.

If Jingyu Wang's plot fails in the end, Anhe will face the endless wrath and pursuit of Emperor Tai'an. Although Anhe is powerful, how can it compare with the entire court?

However, on second thought, what if King Jingyu wins? Wouldn't that be the perfect opportunity for Dark River to rise to prominence?