Hearing that urgent and caring cry, a flicker passed through Dugu Xiaojin's eyes.
In the depths of the soul teetering on the verge of madness, a trace of hesitation emerged; the heterochromia reflected the figure of someone.
That figure was running towards him.
"Father Emperor, save me, he's gone mad."
Dongfang Cheng was tightly entwined by Dugu Xiaojin's serpent-like body, both shocked and terrified.
Emperor Yongye was in a furious rage, ready to command the archers to release a flurry of arrows with just a single order.
Feng Bailing spread her arms, blocking in front of Dugu Xiaojin.
"Shooting him might likely harm the Eldest Prince."
Feng Bailing stepped back a few paces, moving closer to Dugu Xiaojin.
Emperor Yongye furrowed his brows; with Dugu Xiaojin ensnaring the Eldest Prince, if they really shot the arrows, Dongfang Cheng's chances of survival would be slim.
"Emperor, I'll be the hostage, in exchange for the Eldest Prince."
