Heavenly Tribulation 3

An Zhengnan's hands trembled ever so slightly, his gaze never leaving her. "...Princess, what is happening to you?" his lips mumbled continuously. "Come on, come on, you can do this."

Ouyang Xueqing had no idea of what had transpired outside.

After her eyes turned crimson, the tumultuous clouds suddenly halted as if a formidable force was holding it back. Ouyang Xueqing's figure slumped down lifelessly and dead silence descended to the Imperial Palace.

No one dared to take a step forward. No one dared to move. Even the sound of breathing was indistinct. The sky was dark as if it was nighttime, wholly covering the sunshine. The heavy atmosphere was akin to when an apocalypse arrived and they were taken aback by the rapid development.

"Qing'er...!" Xia Wei shrieked and wanted to run toward her.