Becoming Invincible By Marrying The Ultimate Villainess - Chapter 43 - Chapter 43 – Shattering the Dragon Blade with Bare Hands, Master’s Orders Are Absolute!

“Are you done?”

Ning Ye gently set down his wine cup and asked the old man in the bamboo hat in a calm, indifferent voice.

“Done!”

“May I ask what His Highness the Tenth Prince would like to say?”

The old man clasped his hands behind his back, smiling with a mocking glint in his eyes.

Heh.

A faintly amused smile tugged at the corner of Ning Ye’s lips. He slowly raised his hand, middle finger and thumb crossing with a snap.

In the depths of his eyes, a pair of ghostly, hellfire-like began to rise!

In the next instant—
The eighty-eight ever-burning lanterns of the Yangxin Hall extinguished at once.

Darkness swallowed everything.

The grand hall was plunged into utter blackness—so dark you couldn’t see your own fingers.

Everyone blinked, caught in the pitch-black confusion, glancing around nervously, unsure what had just occurred…

Zheng!!!

A crisp, piercing sound—the unmistakable ring of a sword being drawn—sliced through the silence!

At the same time, a brilliant streak of sword light burst through the darkness like a shooting star—bright for a split second, then instantly snuffed out.

Ssshhhhh!

A soft sound echoed—like the whisper of wind brushing past, or water splashing gently.

Many felt a cold sensation on their faces.

Is it rain?

Not quite.

When the oppressive metallic scent filled everyone’s noses, they realized… it was blood!

But what exactly had happened?

For a moment, terror gripped the crowd in the dark.

Soon, the eighty-eight lanterns in the Yang Xin Hall were relit.

And what they saw made blood run cold in their veins.

There, still standing motionless in the center of the grand hall, was Kuang San—the very same warrior whose consciousness had been erased by the Second Prince, Wu Lintian.

But his head—was gone.

Blood gushed from his severed neck like a fountain, spraying several meters high, dyeing the Yang Xin Hall in red.

The entire hall fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared, eyes wide, at the grisly scene before them. Their hearts felt like they were about to leap out of their chests.

Notably, Third Prince Wu You stood in a daze, his face smeared with blood, still unable to comprehend what had happened. His wife, Nian Nujiao, sat motionless at the table, staring at Kuang San’s severed head with horror-stricken eyes, swallowing convulsively.

Boom!!!

As Kuang San’s massive body, resembling a small mountain, collapsed, everyone finally awoke from their stupor. Instinctively, they turned their gaze to Ning Ye.

At that moment, Ning Ye stood before the high platform, casually toying with the Dragon Yao sword in his hand—clearly, it was his doing.

“Ning Ye… such audacity!”

Third Prince Wu You finally regained his composure, wiping the blood from his face before unleashing a frenzied roar.

“You lunatic!”

Nian Nujiao, too, slammed the table and flung Kuang San’s head away, furiously scolding Ning Ye.

“This guy… his strength has improved considerably!”

Wu Yao clenched her fists, taking a deep breath. She felt the gap between herself and Ning Ye had only widened.

“The sword’s light arrives first, the sword sound follows late.”

“What a fast sword!”

Princess Consort, Mu Lin, quietly watched Ning Ye, murmuring to herself. She had heard about the battle at Tianmen Pass, but seeing it today, Ning Ye seemed far stronger than she had imagined.

“Your Highness the Tenth Prince… what is this?”

Crown Prince Wu Chen stared blankly at Ning Ye, his voice dazed with disbelief.

“Weren’t we testing swords?”

“So… isn’t it normal that blades don’t know mercy?”

Ning Ye responded blandly, as if he’d done an ordinary thing.

“Your Highness the Tenth Prince, truly extraordinary!”

The old man under the straw hat gritted his teeth, staring at Ning Ye with a deep, wary gaze. At this moment, cold sweat dripped down his back. He knew Kuang San, despite his spiritual awareness being erased, still possessed terrifying cultivation at the ninth level Star Condensation realm, his combat power still formidable.

Yet, Ning Ye had slashed him down with a single stroke?

Most disturbingly, in the brief darkness, even he had failed to catch a glimpse of the sword’s trajectory.

In his mind, only one word lingered: unfathomable. He knew there was no way he could match Ning Ye.

Without hesitation, the old man turned and fled, determined to report the night’s events to the Second Prince, Wu Lintian.

At that moment, a cold voice rang out behind him.

“Star Condensation Ninth Realm… doesn’t seem useful for tempering my sword.”

“But… the Legend Realm? That might be interesting.”

Danger!!!

Hearing these words, the old man’s face changed drastically. There was no mistaking it—Ning Ye’s words carried a deadly intent.

He was going to kill him!

In the next moment, the eighty-eight lanterns in the Yang Xin Hall mysteriously went dark again.

In the darkness, Ning Ye’s eyes glowed with a chaotic, otherworldly light. Raising his finger, he unleashed an icy flame laced with ghostly energy. Then, with a flick of the Dragon Yao sword, he struck again!

Clang!!!

A thunderous, shattering sound of the sword echoed.

When the lanterns in the Yang Xin Hall lit up once more, the old man was gone, leaving behind a pool of horrifying blood.

Third Prince Wu You, with his disheveled hair, collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. His face was filled with terror as he pressed his hands to his neck, blood pouring through his fingers.

As for his delicate wife, Nian Nujiao, her beautiful face bore several sinister wounds.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with venomous hatred as they looked toward Ning Ye, but they did not dare speak a word. They knew that what had just occurred was Ning Ye’s warning—his final warning.

“Tenth Prince, what is the meaning of this?”

Wu Chen’s voice trembled slightly as he addressed Ning Ye.

Hahaha.

Ning Ye chuckled, casually tossing the hilt of his Dragon Yao sword to the ground. He responded coolly, “Crown Prince.”

“I’ve tested it for you.”

“The sword is good.”

“Just a bit too brittle.”

With those words, the nobles present couldn’t help but gulp nervously, not daring to take a breath. Who didn’t know about the sharpness of the Dragon Yao sword?

Yet, now it had shattered, and no one knew where the fragments had gone.

Breaking the Dragon Yao with bare hands—what kind of monstrous figure was this?

“And… him?”

Wu Chen pointed to where the old man in the straw hat had been standing and asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, Ning Ye shook his head and said nothing, only turning his gaze toward the direction of the bronze coffin, where a thick, ghastly stench of blood oozed out.

At that sight, several nobles mustered the courage to step forward, trembling. It was only then that they made a horrifying discovery—the bronze coffin contained the body of the once-aggressive straw-hat old man.

His body was now pierced with shards of the Dragon Yao sword. He was clearly dead beyond death.

Just like before, no one present, aside from Princess Mu Lin, could see how Ning Ye had struck down the old man and thrown him into the coffin. But the difference this time was that the dead man was none other than Wu Lintian’s right-hand man, a powerful warrior with Legend level cultivation.

“Thank… thank you, Tenth Prince, for testing the sword for this prince.”

Wu Chen’s lips twitched, his tone uneasy. He never expected Ning Ye to take such a bold step against Wu Lintian’s subordinate.

Haha.

Ning Ye smiled nonchalantly. “Crown Prince, there’s no need for thanks.”

“But please have someone deliver the coffin back to the Second Prince.”

“I’m not in need of it for now…”

“But he might be.”

At those words, Wu Chen’s face stiffened. The nobles in the hall dared not speak a word. Based on their knowledge of Prince Wu Lintian, Ning Ye’s actions tonight would not go unanswered. The entire city would soon be engulfed in a storm of blood and chaos.

Meanwhile, as the hall fell into silence, loud commotions echoed from outside the East Palace.

“Assassin!”

“Capture the assassin!”

Hearing this, the faces of the gathered nobles changed drastically.

What’s going on?

This is the Imperial Palace!

But soon, news arrived—mysterious, powerful forces had ambushed the Imperial Palace. The Empress had been attacked, and her whereabouts were unknown.

“It’s the Empress!”

Wu Chen rushed out of the hall without hesitation.

“I’ll go check as well!”

Wu Yao, frowning deeply, drew her Qianmiao sword and followed.

As the two of them dashed out of the hall, chaos erupted.

“It’s starting.”

“It must be her doing.”

“Now is the time to act!”

Ning Ye raised an eyebrow and, amid the turmoil, slipped into the crowd, vanishing into the night.

…

“Sigh… The time has come.”

Princess Mu Lin gazed after his retreating figure, took in a deep breath, and whispered.

Her voice was soft—almost wistful.

Riiiip—!!

A breeze swept past the palace under the summer night sky.

She vanished into the shadows as well.

…

That night, the entire Imperial Palace was in turmoil.

Every strong figure within the palace rushed toward the outer gates, determined to rescue the Empress.

The chaos spread beyond the palace—Wudu City itself was in disarray. Shadows darkened the sky as countless figures soared through the night.

Meanwhile, Ning Ye, taking advantage of the confusion, quietly made his way to the Crown Prince’s chambers in the East Palace.

Creak…

He stepped into the Crown Prince’s chambers and, without hesitation, signed-in.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, sign-in successful in the Crown Prince’s chambers. Reward: Spirit Nourishing Pill!]

“Spirit Nourishing Pill obtained!”

“Next, I need to act fast and find that secret jade!”

Ning Ye murmured, glancing around the empty chamber.

With most of the palace’s power drawn away by Jun Qianyue’s diversion, this was the best—and only—window of opportunity. Ning Ye had to find the secret jade as soon as possible. With that, he could enter the forbidden ninth floor of the Scroll Hall, locate the Crimson Dragon’s blood, and unseal the Reversal Moon Heavenly Blade.

With that thought, Ning Ye hurriedly began searching the chambers.

…

Outside the Crown Prince’s chambers,

A breathtaking figure stood still.

The summer night breeze gently blew, causing her flowing dress to sway closely, accentuating her perfect, alluring curves.

The bright moonlight fell on her cold, unmatched beauty, creating a mesmerizing sense of otherworldly elegance.

She was none other than Mu Lin, who had followed Ning Ye all along.

At this moment, Mu Lin gazed at the silent chambers, biting her delicate lips, her eyes shifting rapidly, as if she were on the verge of making a final decision.

Sigh.

In the end, Mu Lin let out a long sigh, raising her head to look at the bright moon above. The night breeze caressed her face, and after a moment, she softly murmured, “Master’s command… must not be disobeyed.”