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Then she knew from Uncle Yuan that someone had killed her father, but he didn't know who it was, and Uncle Yuan would investigate this.

"The one who killed the former Emperor is… your Husband… no… your former husband, Zhou Yu Huang of the Heaven Sealing Sect." The Peng Clan Ancestor answered, his tone fearful.

Hearing this, The Empress frowned; the name didn't ring any bell… Zhou Yu Huang? Her former husband? Does this mean her beloved lord husband is not her first man? This is ridiculous! Does this mean that Zhou Yu Huang had forced himself on her!?

This… this is preposterous! This Zhou Yu Huang needs to die! No, he deserves the death by a thousand cuts! And the Heaven Sealing Sects need to be annihilated! But… how is she supposed to win against the one who could murder her father, force himself on her, and manage to erase her memory!?

"Then… where is this Zhou Yu Huang right now?" Asked The Empress, her voice full of cold, murderous intent.

"Your Majesty… He's missing and now presumed dead… There's nothing we can do…" Said the Peng clan ancestor.

Hearing this, the Empress is silent; there are a lot of inexplicable and complex feelings within her mind right now that are hard to describe. There are mostly anger and vengefulness, but feelings of loss… not the loss of something she misses, but the loss of hope.

"Then… the Heaven Sealing sect will be the one who will inherit Zhou Yu Huang Sin…" the Empress uttered in a calm and unfeeling tone.

Hearing this, the ancestor nervously gulped. "Your Majesty… I'm afraid that's also impossible."

Once again, the Empress fell silent. She didn't say anything, but the Peng Clan Ancestor knew that if he didn't provide her with a convincing reason, he and his clan would face her wrath. He mustered his courage and then spoke.

"The Heaven Sealing Sect has already been annihilated. It was the first sect to be destroyed in this war. Initially, it began with harassment from other sects to test the waters and see if Zhou Yu Huang would appear. However, it soon escalated into a full-blown war between the Heaven Sealing Sect and every other sect within the Immortal Realm, ultimately leading to the annihilation of the Heaven Sealing Sect!" The ancestor reported, praying to all the higher powers that the Empress would not hold him accountable.

"I see… You are dismissed…" the Empress replied before cutting the connection to the jade slip.

Tian Xingyun sat listlessly in the gazebo, gazing at the starry sky above her. The moon was bright tonight, as if trying to console her. Now, all her grudges had nowhere to go, and her enemies were nowhere to be seen.

She felt very empty, as if something was missing. Unsure of what to make of this feeling, she suddenly found her strength vanishing.

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Amidst the once-grandeur of the Eternal City of Rome, there is smoke and fire, and pristine marble buildings crumble before their inhabitants' eyes. The grand Colosseum, which once held blood sports and was a place for entertainment for the Roman Empire, is now abandoned and filled with cries for help.

On the once pristine road of Rome, it is now littered with bloodied dead bodies and broken chariots. Marble fountains, once pristine, now overflowed with blood-streaked water and corpses of Roman citizens. Their toga dyed with blood, the owner's eyes stare dead into the sky as fear, disbelief, and horrified are the last things they witness.

The laughter of the looter and the Visigoth warriors filled the air, and the screams and cries of women and children alike reverberated within the once city of Grandeur and Glory. The warrior looted the gilded halls of patrician estates, tearing silks from walls and ripping gold fixtures from the foundations.

Even the sacred temples were not immune to the atrocity; priests were struck down at the altars, and their holy relics were stolen or defiled.

Inside basilicas and palaces, the screams of the Roman elite echoed as they were dragged from their hiding places. The warrior enjoys their spoil of war with the pleasure of flesh from the wives and daughters of the once Roman noble. Their laughter grates to the ears as all their protector either run away, deserted, lie dead, or worse…, they become traitors and turn their blades to the people they once swore to protect.

In the midst of all this, the man in the gilded armor with noble and ruthless air watches all of this scene with relish. This… is the scene of glory for him… the King Alaric of Visigoth.

In the corner not far from the noble district, a young woman crawled out of the manhole. This manhole was connected to the hidden chamber in her residence in the noble district. She wears a ragged robe, hiding her gorgeous features. Her beautiful dark hair and beautiful emerald-like eyes were there for the people who saw her to be in awe of her beauty.

She was proud of her beauty and took pride in it… but now… it serves as nothing more than a painted target to her. Those barbaric Visigoths would immediately jump on her with lust the moment they noticed her features.

The girl quickly uses the chaos of the city to disguise herself; she passes the slum and uses the mud there to hide her gorgeous features.

She runs, runs, and runs until it nearly reaches the gate… in just a mere 10 meters, and she'll get out of there, away from all the danger. She doesn't know if she will survive or not, but her instinct tells her to get away from there.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"You there! Stop!" A command in Latin was spoken.

The girl was stunned. She fearfully turned in the direction of the voice. What she saw was the man with a mustache in gilded armor on the horse's back. There were hundreds of elite guards surrounding him; the man was none other than Alaric, the king of Visigoth.

Seeing this, the girl quickly runs to the gate; the elite guards rapidly follow, and the purses seem to take their time as they follow her. There are bets and arrow shots following her, trying to maim her leg. This has become nothing but a sport to them, an entertainment.

This goes on until King Alaric seems bored. He quickly commands his men to run after her while he's not far behind from horseback. Continue reading at empire

The pursuer quickly caught up, and the moment they saw her face, they made a curious expression. Then they spoke with each other, and one of them brought a skin bottle and poured the water on her face, washing the mud grimed off.

After all the obscurity of mud and grime washed off, the elite guards were stunned at the girl's beauty, but they didn't dare touch her. They quickly brought her to their master, King Alaric, with the beauty preserved as much as possible; they didn't dare use much force for fear that they would leave a mark on her gorgeous skin. They didn't dare to pull her on her hair, afraid that their rough hand would tear her silk-like hair and bring the wrath of their King to themselves.

The girl cried out for help, but no one came; she tried to escape, but there was no way that her strength could help her struggle against the strength of the elite Visigoth warrior.

The distance comes closer and closer, and the King seems to be satisfied with her beauty. The girl quickly produces a dagger hidden within her robe and plunges it into the gab of the man's armor.

Blood splattered as the warrior cried out in pain; she quickly used this chance to run away as her captor released her out of pain. She runs, runs, and runs without looking back… her feet bring her to the cliff.

The commotion quickly died down, and King Alaric rode his horse, following her. In fear of being captured, she threw her dagger at the King, hoping that it would kill him, but with the skill of an amateur, the dagger bounced off the shield and did nothing; the only thing it did was to slow the King down a little bit.

And in the end, she ended up cornered, her back against the cliff; she was afraid, and fear clutched her heart. She doesn't want to be the toy of these men; she knows that it's not only the King, and she will surely be the prey for these men to pour their lust on her.

The King laughed along with his men as they slowly crept in. The girl gritted her teeth; it's better to die than be the toy for this barbarian! She jumped off the cliff to the mad sea below, and then she lost consciousness. The only thing that registered in her consciousness was the sharp pain on her head and the curse from those Visigoths.