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Binghai stood in the palace, his hands gripping a sword stained with fresh blood. His expression was icy and devoid of any trace of fear or reluctance as he gazed down at Ling Yun lying on the ground. Without a second thought, he tossed the sword onto Ling Yun's body.

The emperor observed the deadly skirmish between father and son with a detached interest. Indeed