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Chen Yuanyuan appeared almost delirious, crawling on the ground, her voice hoarse with exhaustion from screaming between life and death.

Running away in reliance on others, with her cultivation level rendered useless, she felt as if she had been thrown into the deepest valley.

The elder brother from her clan, whom she had depended on the most, was killed by Li Xiaobai right from the start, shattering her dreams of controlling an army of two hundred thousand and declaring herself queen.

And the principal culprit of all this was the demon head in front of her!

"What are you all standing around for, hurry up and kill him, whoever kills this man will be handsomely rewarded by the Imperial Court!"

Chen Yuanyuan scolded.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about your father. He stepped over my junior sister's corpse to ascend to the throne; you should be satisfied now and can die."