Tian Han’s heart was pounding wildly!

He sneered, "Do you mean to single-handedly change the royal succession of Yin Country? Do you even know what you’re saying!"

"Of course, I know," Chen Xiao said calmly, "And I will achieve it."

"Certainly, if you don’t want to, then forget it."

Leng Baiyu also nodded, "Chen Xiao is right; if after you ascend, you can maintain friendly relations with Divine Land, then we can support you."

Tian Han felt like he was going insane.

This was a monumental event involving royal succession!

How could these two talk about it as if it were as simple as eating or drinking water?

Moreover, their expressions were not joking at all!

Were they crazy, or was he the one going crazy?

Tian Han was silent for a moment, "Currently, the Eldest Prince is eyeing me threateningly; if he gains an absolute advantage, I will surely die. Also, my father now looks at me with disdain; I went to plead for Manluo Sha, and nearly got killed by him."

"Since they are so ruthless, I won’t be polite either. In fact... I have prepared everything and plan to launch a coup secretly tomorrow to rescue Manluo Sha."

He smiled bitterly again, "Of course, I know the success rate is basically zero, but I am determined to die."

"Don’t worry. With my help, you won’t die; you will be the new king of Yin Country," Chen Xiao said with indifference.

"You’re too confident," Tian Han shook his head, "You don’t know how many strong people are in the Yin Country Royal Family; your Half-step Grandmaster cultivation is far from enough!"

"Then tell me, how many strong people are there in the Yin Country Royal Family?"

Tian Han said, "Tomorrow, all the high-ranking members of the Holy Sect and Royal Family will be dispatched to personally handle Manluo Sha; within the royal family, there are six Great Inner Masters, all renowned Half-step Grandmasters. There is also a State Preceptor, the Zhengyi Sect Hierarch, who is a bona fide Martial Saint of the Human Realm!"

"Do you think, a Half-step Grandmaster like you can be a match for a Martial Saint of the Human Realm?"

"How do you know without trying?" Chen Xiao said calmly, "I’ve killed Martial Saints of the Human Realm before."

Leng Baiyu took out a scepter and asked softly, "Do you know what this is?"

Tian Han looked at the scepter, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed, "This... Is this the Pope’s scepter of the Vatican Holy Court?"

A storm surged in his heart, "Where did you get this replica? This scepter represents the supreme authority of the Holy Court; if you dare to replicate it, you will be in great trouble once you anger the Holy Court."

The two were speechless.

Chen Xiao laughed, "This is the genuine Pope’s scepter, not a replica. As for the so-called Holy Court Pope... he’s as dead as can be."

With that, he infused power into the Pope’s scepter, and a surge of violent Thunder Power spread out.

Tian Han was stunned speechless.

"The Pope, dead?"

"I killed him," Chen Xiao said lightly, "So trust me, with me here, Martial Saints of the Human Realm are nothing to fear."

With that, Chen Xiao briefly recounted the events that transpired in the Buddha Ancient Temple.

Tian Han was completely flustered.

The Pope of the Western Holy Court was really killed by Chen Xiao?

Even in their Yin Country dramas, they wouldn’t dare act like this!

"You don’t need to worry about other matters; leave it to me. All you need is to take me into the palace," Chen Xiao said flatly, "Otherwise, it’s too much hassle for me to fight my way in."

Tian Han tried hard to suppress his inner shock, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and weakly asked again, "Did you really kill the Holy Court Pope?"

"Truer than a pearl."

After being stunned for a long time, Tian Han laughed heartily, excited beyond words, "Good! Good! Good!"

"Now, Manluo Sha can be rescued!"

"But... it’s still a bit troublesome; on our royal side, there is a State Preceptor, and on the Holy Sect side, there is a High Priest, both of whom are Martial Saint-level powerhouses! Can you take on two opponents at once?"

"You’ll know once you try," Chen Xiao sneered, "Is there any other way?"

"Then let’s do it!" Tian Han gritted his teeth.

After all, at first, he had already planned to risk his life to save his sister, and now, with Chen Xiao as a powerful ally, what was there to hesitate?

At least, now his odds were much better than before!

After a pause, he continued, "Next, I will forge identities for you to infiltrate the palace, but you’d better not expose yourselves to avoid alerting the enemy."

"By the way, tomorrow during Manluo Sha’s execution, I’ve been ordered not to go, so we might still need to force our way in by fighting."

"I’ll go back and make arrangements now."

Chen Xiao nodded, "Good!"

——

Elsewhere, in the Yin Country Royal Family, the Heavenly Prison.

In the dim and damp Heavenly Prison, Manluo Sha was shackled and restrained in the depths of the prison.

Suddenly, she lifted her head.

A woman dressed in white appeared before her, gazing at her with a complex expression.

"Master." Manluo Sha’s lips moved slightly, "I’m sorry, I have let you down."

The woman standing before her was her mentor, the previous Holy Daughter of the Holy Temple.

Manluo Sha grew up without a mother.

And the Holy Daughter, in her heart, was both a mentor and a mother-like figure.

After a long silence, the woman in white sighed, "Silly child, why put yourself through this?"

Manluo Sha smiled, "Master, you told me that being the Holy Temple’s Holy Daughter was to use your influence to grant more people freedom and happiness."

"But are you happy yourself, do you regret?"

The woman in white was silent; Manluo Sha merely did what she dared not to do.

"Manluo Sha, you haven’t let me down; it’s the Master who couldn’t protect you," the woman in white said with dim eyes and a bitter smile, "Our abilities are too feeble, too insignificant; before the strong, our so-called Holy Daughter status is worthless!"

She felt a deep sense of powerlessness; a Holy Daughter, after all, was no more than a mascot.

A mascot needed by the ruling class.

With her eyes painfully closed, the woman in white said, "Now, I don’t know if my choice back then was right or wrong. Over the years, the rights I’ve fought for the people at the bottom are insignificant. Am I fighting for a dream or aiding tyranny?"

"Moreover, the ideas I conveyed to you, making you yearn for freedom and the outside world, brought you downfall... I’m also one of the causes of your demise."

Manluo Sha’s eyes held a tender expression, "Master, don’t say that, and don’t doubt yourself. In Manluo Sha’s heart, you are my life’s mentor, and someone as close as my mother; because of your guidance, Manluo Sha became a person rather than a muddled corpse."

"You consider everything you did insignificant."

"But history is propelled by countless insignificant moments, isn’t it? After us, many will inherit our will and fight endlessly; they too may be insignificant, they too may go unnoticed."

"But a spark can start a prairie fire; one day, this weak spark will become an unstoppable blaze, reducing the decaying old system to ashes!"

With tears glistening in her eyes, the woman in white said, "Manluo Sha, Master will take you away from here. Let’s not think so far; now I only wish for you to live."

After years of companionship, she long regarded Manluo Sha as her successor, like her own daughter, unable to bear seeing her endure such torment.

Manluo Sha smiled, "Master, I don’t want to implicate you."

"How can it be called implicating?" the woman in white cried and laughed, "You are my daughter..."

"Master, involving yourself in my matter will only lead to pointless sacrifice. Also, please relay a message to my brother, ask him... to strive to live."

At this point, Manluo Sha’s voice was somewhat choked.

She had no regrets about everything she did.

Silence fell between them; she slightly raised her head to look forward.

Would that man really go all out, as he said, to come save her?