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Chapter 5083: 5.0835 Miscalculation

"That's a divine artifact invented by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. It specifically targets cultivators above the Divine Realm," Qiao Mu said expressionlessly. "It snatches a Divine Realm cultivator in its net before they even know what's happening."

It wasn't me who came up with it!

It's not like all the treacherous things are done by this Crown Princess, hmph!

Aoye twitched his lips: Master and Mistress truly belong together; neither can claim to be more treacherous than the other.

"Then your subordinate will go do business! Crown Princess, His Royal Highness said you should enjoy yourself for a while; he'll be back later to have dinner with you."

The little Crown Princess let out an "oh," and Aoye's big head disappeared from the window.

Play what?

Lord Qiao Qiao thought for a moment, then with a gentle wave of her hand, her figure vanished from the sleeping chambers.

After learning that her family was safe, Qiao Mu finally had the inclination to do other things.

"Your Royal Highness, the testing talisman arrays in the streets and alleys aren't reacting much now. Could it be that the opponents have gotten smarter and are staying indoors?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "The city and its outskirts are currently on lockdown. Even if they hide indoors, our people will go house to house to investigate."

"With a spirit-testing talisman, we can detect what level of cultivation people are inside a house."

"They can't escape," Mo Lian snorted. "At this critical juncture, their only option is to take a gamble and break out of the city as quickly as possible to gain a sliver of hope for survival."

"So, the remnants of the Duo Luo Kingdom will try to break through the city gates today?"

At the same time, countless battle teams patrolled the streets and alleys, conducting round after round of searches for any suspicious individuals.

In a private booth on the second floor of Yixiang Garden, a curtain covering the window was slightly pulled aside, then dropped back down within moments.

"Cough, cough." A heavy cough was muffled by a handkerchief, producing a dull sound.

"Master."

The coughing man slowly raised his face, gesturing subtly with his hand to his subordinate.

It was an extremely aged face. Beneath his gray hair, a pair of bloodshot, weary eyes looked as if he hadn't rested for several nights.

The subordinate had half his face covered by a black cloth, revealing only a circle of pitted skin below his eyes, as if it had once been burned by fire.

"So many years have passed, and I never thought..." The gray-haired elder sighed. "He acts even more ruthless and decisive than before."

"I never lost to him," the elder said faintly. "I only lost to the power he wields."

If he had such great influence, he could also suppress that person, even making it difficult for him to cling to life.

However, he didn't. Some things, once lost, are gone. No matter how much he fought, he couldn't get them back.

The elder looked on with deep regret.

His subordinate, however, quickly reminded him, "Master, our most pressing task right now is to leave the city as quickly as possible."

"The streets and alleys are all searching for us. Every minute we stay in the city increases the danger."

Their plan had already failed.

They had originally sent people to infiltrate Consort Chen's returning carriage convoy, but unexpectedly, they were stopped at the East side gate, and their identities were exposed on the spot.

Even though they decisively seized the Consort, managing to secure a glimmer of hope and protect their master in their escape, countless brothers were killed or wounded along the way.

After a continuous pursuit and flight, a headcount revealed that from over three thousand people originally, only three hundred remained.

The losses exceeded eighty or ninety percent.