694: Chapter 220 The Arrival of the Master of the Dark Tower (Part 1)_1 694: Chapter 220 The Arrival of the Master of the Dark Tower (Part 1)_1 A black silhouette, like a deathly specter, swept past the five who had previously surrounded Ye Yinzhu and arrived behind him like lightning, with a deep purple glow.
A hand with claws over a foot long thrust straight into Ye Yinzhu’s back.
The surrounding ministers all retreated quickly towards the bottom of the stand, but even so, the formidable Advanced Zi rank Douqi Energy still caused the nearby space to tremble violently.
Under the effect of the deep purple Douqi, countless fine cracks appeared in the air, and the claw suffused with a dark qi was already at Ye Yinzhu’s back in an instant.
With his left hand, his sword appeared on his back in a flash, the dazzling golden light shined like the sun, and a sacred aura burst forth.
With his back turned, he executed Bamboo Star Cold Strike and met the black claw’s full-force attack.
Change tactics?
There was no chance for any change in tactics.
When both parties’ Douqi of Seventh Rank Zi rank or above locked onto each other, skill could only play a supporting role.
Everyone understood that the moment one dodged, the opponent’s offensive power would surge like a tidal wave.
So, the only option was a head-on clash.
The piercing sound of Douqi friction and the sizzling sound like cold water poured over hot coals resounded continuously as the powers of light and darkness engaged in a desperate fight.
The Black Dragon King-level Cassano was indeed strong, but he was not facing an ordinary adversary.
Setting aside Faran, Ye Yinzhu before him could pletely be called the strongest of humans.
His backhand strike seemed to only have a spot of gold, but it contained the techniques of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, his own overpowering Douqi, and the sacred power of the Divine Sword of Light Augustus, which was specifically designed to counteract darkness.
Cassano, transformed into a black shadow, came fast and retreated even faster, almost instantaneously fleeing away after only a slight touch, and when he stopped twenty meters behind Ye Yinzhu, his clawed hand had already vanished, with each of his fingers emitting white smoke and horribly mangled.
However, Ye Yinzhu’s adversary appeared as if he had done nothing at all, still looking up at his beloved woman, “e with me, Sura.
As long as you’re willing, how can they stop me?
I know what you’re troubled about, the Master of the Dark Tower, Slone, has taken your soul, but I already have a way to make up for it.
Once we return to Qin City, even if Slone himself es, what of it?” While speaking, he removed his hood and the mask from his face, revealing his true features.
In Kleyena’s eyes, at this moment, Ye Yinzhu truly deserved his unmatched temperament.
Sura looked at Ye Yinzhu with surprise, having not expected him to know so much, but the desolation on her face did not diminish in the slightest, thinking to herself, Fool, what if I’m not worried about myself but worried about you?
Although Qin City is not weak, how would you know the extent of the teacher’s power?
Ye Yinzhu’s expression suddenly changed dramatically, his face, which had not shown any sign of change under the attack of the five experts and Cassano, Black Dragon City’s Second Elder, now looked exceptionally dreadful because Sura held something in her hand, something he had given her.
In Sura’s hand was the dagger with a pair of demonic eyes, a cold aura, and an evil sharpness— the Dagger of Angelic Breath that Ye Yinzhu had obtained from the Divine Music Treasure Vault and given to her.
Offensive power increased by 200%.
When attacking physical defense, offensive power increased by 150%.
Silent and unobtrusive, any Douqi infused into it would not release any light.
Called the Curse Blade, anyone wounded by it would bleed incessantly and die without the healing of Green rank Light Attribute magic or above.
And at this moment, such a dagger was placed on Sura’s neck, the sharp blade resting at her own throat.
“Stop,” Emperor Maximo shouted, halting the five men and one dragon who wished to continue their attack on Ye Yinzhu.
He, too, noticed Sura’s change and his heart suddenly sunk.
At that moment, he realized prestige seemed no longer important to him; what he was more worried about was his daughter, as he absolutely did not want Sura to be in any danger.
Sura looked at Maximo, “Let him go.”
Maximo met Sura’s icy gaze, opened his mouth, uttered a long sigh, and gestured, “Let him go.” Saying these three words was incredibly difficult for him, but he did not notice that as he spoke them, Sura’s expression on the high platform had visibly changed, and when she looked at him again, it was no longer as cold.
Sura turned to Ye Yinzhu, “Yin Zhu, I know you too well.
I realize that even if I force you to leave now, you’ll still e back again.
I’ve seen too much of your persistence.”
A sudden chill gripped Ye Yinzhu’s heart as he exclaimed, “Sura, don’t do anything foolish.
If you don’t want to see me, I will leave immediately.”
Sura’s gaze returned to Maximo, “Father, take care of yourself.
For the fact that I called you ‘father,’ no matter what happens, don’t harm him.
He is the only man I have ever loved in my life.”
Simultaneously, both Maximo and Ye Yinzhu felt an impending sense of dread, yet at this moment, it was already too late for both of them.
They, one a sovereign of a powerful nation wielding supreme authority, the other, the Zither Emperor with strength so formidable he could even contend with Faran.
Yet, at this moment, they were both helpless to prevent the unfolding tragedy before their eyes.
“No——don’t——”
Indeed, Sura knew Ye Yinzhu all too well.
She understood that even if she could send him away once, he would return a second time.
Could she truly refuse his love again?
Sura knew it was impossible.
In light of everything Ye Yinzhu had done today, her icy heart had long melted pletely.
However, she was even less willing to see her lover get hurt.
Otherwise, why would she have chosen to hide the truth of her daughter’s identity, and leave without looking back after being exposed?
There was only one way for him to leave this place and safely return to Qin City without being further troubled by her.
That was—death.
Therefore, when Sura called out to Emperor Maximo with the word ‘father,’ the Angel’s Sigh in her hand had already pierced towards herself.
Only in death could Ye Yinzhu’s love for her be severed, and only in death could she find true release.
With a hauntingly beautiful and hazy look in her eyes, she gazed at Ye Yinzhu, “Yin Zhu, farewell, I love you.
Having heard your zither and song twice, I die without regrets.”
Ye Yinzhu’s body moved.
He almost reached the limit of his strength.
At that moment, all the meridians and bones in his body trembled violently, emitting strange noises due to the excessive mobilization of his Douqi energy.
But right now, he could care for nothing else; he only wished to save Sura’s life in the nick of time.
Ye Yinzhu was so regretful, lamenting why he had to be so persistent.
He never imagined Sura could be so resolute.
Why, Sura?
Why couldn’t you believe in my power to protect you?
Ye Yinzhu’s body had almost achieved instant teleportation, but he was still too slow.
By the time he took his first step, it was already too late.
If Sura were an ordinary person, he might have had a chance to succeed.
But Sura was the Dark Saintess.
Her speed had once caused Ye Yinzhu immense trouble during the ranking battles of the Seven Nations, Seven Dragons.
The determination to die accelerated her speed to the limit.
By the time Ye Yinzhu moved, the cold, sharp edge had already reached her throat.
It’s over.
In an instant, Ye Yinzhu’s mind went blank.
Never had his heart felt such fear, such powerlessness.
The same despair also appeared in the mind of Emperor Maximo.
Hearing Sura call him father was perhaps the most moving heavenly sound he had ever heard in his life.
Yet before he could even rejoice in this melody, his daughter…
Maximo also regretted.
He berated himself.
Why couldn’t he bring happiness to his daughter, but instead only sorrow and pain?
He knew it was too late.
Watching Ye Yinzhu soar into the sky, he found himself praying for his enemy.
He swore in that moment that if Ye Yinzhu truly could save Sura, he would bless them, even if he were to be cursed by all of Landias.
Did Ye Yinzhu save Sura?
No.
Did Sura die?
No, she didn’t either.
Boom—— Just as Ye Yinzhu was about to reach the high platform, at the moment when Sura was about to depart, it seemed as if time halted.
Then, Ye Yinzhu’s body seemed to crash into an invisible yet incredibly solid wall.
The thunderous impact sent him rebounding and crashing harshly to the ground.
And beside Sura, acpanied by a distorted beam of light, a fair hand took the place of Sura’s own, grasping the Angel’s Sigh.
Departing quickly, returning even faster—among the thunderous noise, Ye Yinzhu’s body slammed fiercely onto the platform, creating a human-shaped crater.
An ancient and sinister voice sounded indifferently, “From the moment I took you away from Landias, your life no longer belonged to you.
Have you forgotten?
Without my permission, how could you die?”
On the high platform, another figure appeared beside Sura; a young-looking man with skin so fair he could be pared to Sura standing next to him.
His handsome and grim face bore a pair of eyes more lifeless than Sura’s.
He was wrapped in a black robe adorned with countless golden ornate patterns.
Sura stood beside him, frozen in the same posture, unable to move.
A small wound on her slender, fair neck was pierced by the Angel’s Sigh, from which a trickle of fresh blood flowed.
Every expression of sorrow, desolation, and despair had vanished from Sura’s face, replaced now by fear as she looked at the man beside her, struggling to utter two words, “Teacher.” (To be continued, for further developments, please log in at , more chapters are available, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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