The Little Prince, whose na was known throughout Cangyun City, had been living in luxury for over a decade. When had he ever witnessed such a scene firsthand?
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.
Staggering several steps, he nearly collapsed to the ground.
GULP.
He swallowed hard, his complexion as pale as paper, his whole body trembling.
Just five minutes earlier, he had been fantasizing about Zhou Yufei's exquisite body and the tragic death Chen Yang would suffer tomorrow. The thought alone was almost unbearably exciting.
But now...
The sudden, imnse reversal left Zuo Fan breathless.
HISS!
The other mbers of the Imperial Clan stood frozen, their heads bowed. Deeply shaken, none of them dared to make a move. In their wildest dreams, they would never have imagined that the recently sensational Forr Chief Military Commander would have the audacity to barge into their temporary headquarters.
This… this is like seeing a ghost!
"I'm sorry, I'm just an errand boy, this has nothing to do with ! Please, sir, show rcy and spare my life, I..."
CRACK!
Mid-sentence, Duan Fei, who willingly played the lackey for Zuo Fan, began to crack from the inside out as fissures spread across his body. Duan Fei's eyes looked ready to split open from their sockets. He stretched out a hand as if to beg for help, but it was too late. His body fragnted completely, and his breathing ceased.
"This..."
Terror shot through everyone, making their hair stand on end.
THUMP.
Zuo Fan could no longer hold himself up. With half his soul already gone, he plopped onto the ground.
"Tell , how were you planning to take revenge on ?" Chen Yang asked.
Zuo Fan's facial muscles trembled uncontrollably. "I, I..."
BOOM!
"Cough, cough." Zuo Fan's pupils dilated as he coughed violently, blood gushing from his mouth in large spurts.
"Forget it." Chen Yang shook his head, unwilling to waste any more words. With a kick, a broken piece of wood shot out, piercing Zuo Fan's chest and pinning him diagonally to the floor.
Zuo Fan still clung to a sliver of life, acutely aware of his blood slowly ebbing away.
Such cruel thods.
Is he going to make wait for death, just like a stray dog?
The rain grew heavier. Darkness enveloped the land.
Outside the estate, Chen Yang lit a cigarette. "Still a bit angry."
BANG.
A stomp sent the ground trembling. Large cracks spiderwebbed across the estate, and its main building instantly exploded into pieces.
Only then did Chen Yang start walking toward the SUV. After all, real n never look back at explosions.
「In the car.」
Zhou Yufei stared at Chen Yang for a long while before breaking into a grin. "I've booked us a spot at the Ancient Cliff Grand Hotel. How about dinner together tomorrow night?"
Tomorrow, a great battle was inevitable. She could neither stop it nor help. The only thing she could do was pray—pray that Chen Yang would return safe and sound.
"Okay," Chen Yang agreed with a nod.
Zhou Yufei held out a hand. "Let's high-five on it."
SLAP.
Chen Yang smiled and gave her a high-five. Then, the car fell silent once again.
"No matter how late, I'll wait," Zhou Yufei said before getting out of the car. "I'll wait until you show up."
"Actually..." Chen Yang had just begun to speak when Zhou Yufei ran off, disappearing into the heavy rain.
Sigh. Chen Yang let out a long breath and murmured to himself, "Actually, there's no need to wait."
In truth, that's just how feelings are. You have your decisions, and I have my convictions.
Yang Hu remained silent.
「...」
After dropping Zhou Yufei at her family's ho, Chen Yang decided against visiting the Chen Family and headed ho instead.
「In the car.」
"Boss, Tu Su and the other powerhouses from the Imperial Clan went to the Elders' Court. I don't know what they're up to," Yang Hu said.
Chen Yang looked out at the passing scenery and said indifferently, "Nothing more than a play to seize complete control of the Elders' Court."
"Yang Hu, if you had known it would turn out like this, would you still have sworn your allegiance under that flag?" Chen Yang asked.
Yang Hu gave a bitter smile. "Boss, I'll be honest. I definitely wouldn't."
"We fight with our lives on the front lines, only for them to reap the benefits. And the people we swore to protect? They're still forced to live like ants. For what?!"
"This damned world!" The usually carefree Yang Hu now wore a gloomy expression. "I've even wondered why we bother resisting the Barbarian invasion. We should just let them in. Either way, it's the common folk who suffer and die."
Chen Yang shook his head but didn't bla Yang Hu for having such thoughts. This world was just too cold, capable of extinguishing a heart full of passion in an instant.
If he could do it all over again, Chen Yang would still resolutely choose to go to battle. Not for anything else, but simply to ensure that the common people would not be trampled under the iron hooves of the Barbarians. Even if the world never changed, at least they would still have their hos and their families.
「Mountains Rivers Villa.」
From a distance, Chen Yang saw a figure standing outside the courtyard gate, holding a sword in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
As the SUV pulled to a stop, the young man—Qin Hao himself—waved. "Big Brother."
"Let's go inside." Chen Yang clapped him on the shoulder. He knew exactly why Qin Hao was here. This kid, too loyal for his own good.
Sure enough, no sooner had they entered the villa than Qin Hao said impatiently, "Big Brother, I'm coming with you tomorrow."
SMACK.
Yang Hu slapped him on the forehead and scolded, "Go where? What's a little brat like you doing here? Believe it or not, I'll beat you so badly you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow!"
Qin Hao remained unmoved, his expression resolute.
Chen Yang placed two Ancestral Swords on the table. Without looking up, he began examining them closely and said, "Tomorrow, both of you are going back."
His tone was indifferent but left no room for discussion.
Yang Hu was speechless.
"Impossible!" Yang Hu shouted, growing agitated. "Why should you go alone? I've followed you for ten years, fighting by your side in every battle. At this crucial mont, you're trying to leave behind to fight by yourself?"
Chen Yang raised an eyebrow, gazing indifferently at Yang Hu.
Yang Hu didn't flinch, eting his gaze directly. Was this, perhaps, his first act of insubordination? He knew exactly why Chen Yang didn't want him to go, but the question was, how could he not? How could he possibly stay behind?
"It's unnecessary," Chen Yang said.
"It is necessary!" Yang Hu declared resolutely. "Whether you agree or not, I'm going."
As they argued, Qin Hao, who had been standing to the side, was dumbfounded. His eyes were glued to the Ancestral Sword in Chen Yang's hand—or more precisely, to the runes engraved on its hilt.
"Th-that's the Dao Sect's Yin Talisman, isn't it?" Qin Hao stepped forward in astonishnt. "Big Brother, where did you get this sword? It's extraordinary!"
Chen Yang was visibly taken aback for a mont, then his expression grew intense. "You recognize these runes?"
"Of course," Qin Hao said, picking up the sword to examine it. He studied it for a mont before nodding seriously.
"..."
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