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The bone sword pierced through Yin Qiao's throat, and the intense pain made Yin Qiao's mind go blank for a few seconds.

After coming back to her senses, Yin Qiao widened her eyes in shock, as if she didn't expect Yu Huang to kill her directly.

Logically, Yu Huang should forgive her.

But…

Yin Qiao's eyes darted around slowly. From the corner of her eye, she saw Prime Emperor Jiang Chen's pained and shocked expression. She wanted to say something to Jiang Chen, but she could only make gargling sounds. Yin Qiao could clearly sense that blood was flowing down her throat and into her chest, and her vitality was rapidly dissipating.

"Uh…" Yin Qiao widened her eyes and died on the spot.

The woman who was eloquent just a few seconds ago died in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Ye Qingyang appeared in front of Yin Qiao in a flash. Then, he pulled the bone sword out of Yin Qiao's neck, and blood instantly splattered everywhere.