702: Chapter 222 Golden Armor Forbidden Insect, Butterfly Breaks out of Cocoon (Part 2) (Requesting Monthly Ticket)_1 702: Chapter 222 Golden Armor Forbidden Insect, Butterfly Breaks out of Cocoon (Part 2) (Requesting Monthly Ticket)_1 Sloan’s face grew grim, sensing from Ye Yinzhu a power that set his own nerves on edge.
The formidable protection of armor, an indestructible longsword, large wings, plus the super divine artifact he held.
All these fused together to give Sloan a sense of divinity emanating from Ye Yinzhu.
Yes, the aura of a god.
Even though it wasn’t a real god, wasn’t the Demon God he summoned the same?
With the zither in his left hand and the sword in his right, Ye Yinzhu slowly stretched his arms.
At that moment, his eyes finally opened, his black pupils shining like icy black crystals.
The tear stains were gone, replaced by a boundless sorrow that transformed into a surging bat intent.
The air emitted a sound like that of shattering crystals, the Demonic God’s pressure could no longer restrain the Four Sacred Beasts fused Ye Yinzhu.
A milky white flame fiercely sparked, his figure like a flash of lightning, acpanied by the humming of his zither, instantly charged towards Sloan.
Clang–
The Demon God crossed his claws over his chest to block Ye Yinzhu’s attack with the Amethyst Star Sword.
Despite the fact that Ye Yinzhu was only two meters tall pared to the ten-meter-tall Demon God, at that moment, their forces seemed evenly matched.
The super divine artifact, the Deadwood Dragon Chanting Zither, clung to Ye Yinzhu’s hand as though it were part of his own body.
It did not need to be held, simply hovering motionlessly beneath Ye Yinzhu’s left hand.
Soft zither notes resonating from within his soul, emitted the purest melody devoid of any trace of elemental aura.
As the solemn aura of death spread out, the Amethyst Star Sword in Ye Yinzhu’s right hand began to shine even brighter under the influence of the zither’s melody.
Finally, Sloan felt terror.
After using the Summoning of the Demon God, he felt terror.
He suddenly realized that if he were not in the state of calling upon the Demon God, this youth, fused with the Four Sacred Beasts, could potentially threaten his life.
At this moment, he was scared.
As their might clashed against each other, Sloan’s emotional upheaval instantly affected the power of the Demon God.
Boom–the gigantic body of the Demon God was amazingly knocked off by an attack from Ye Yinzhu who was one-fifth of his size, and flung far away.
Shock filled Sloan’s eyes.
He felt a rapid depletion of his energy after the violent collision and knew that he would not be able to maintain the summoning of the Demon God for much longer.
His wings abruptly flared open at the back, and as Ye Yinzhu pursued, Sloan let out an angry roar.
A dark purple glow emanating from the Demon God’s body momentarily repelled Ye Yinzhu, and with a sudden increase in speed, he disappeared like a teleportation spell, reappearing a kilometer away.
“Sura, since you betrayed me, may your soul scatter and vanish.
Ye Yinzhu, don’t you love her?
I’ll let you experience what the pain of parting in life and death feels like.” With his brutal and dark laughter ringing out, Sloan’s body disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, Sura’s body collapsed slowly, her originally fair plexion turning deathly pale.
From her body, no sign of any life force could be felt anymore.
Yes, before making his exit, a resentful Sloan had broken Sura’s soul into pieces.
Ye Yinzhu’s face was serene, as if he had anticipated Sloan’s actions.
He did not chase after Sloan.
With a flicker, he held the fallen Sura in his arms, his arms holding tightly to her perfect body, a circle of milky-white glow spreading from Ye Yinzhu’s body, enveloping Sura pletely within.
His huge golden and silver demon pattern wings lightly flapped at the back, receding the atmosphere of oppression, bringing him to the overhead of Emperor Maximo of Landias and his court.
Ye Yinzhu’s eyes were indifferent, but deep within that indifference, endless sadness swelled.
Seeing Ye Yinzhu suddenly appear overhead sent Landias’s crowd’s heart palpating.
Even though Ye Yinzhu had already withdrawn his suppression, the dazzling glow from his body and the dominant strength he had displayed in defeating Sloan, the Master of the Dark Tower, put everyone in Landias on edge.
Emperor Maximo, fully aware that if Ye Yinzhu wished to snuff out his life and the lives of his court members, he could effortlessly do so.
Sloan had said that the ancient zither he carried was a Super Divine Artifact that could even defeat the incredibly powerful Holy Sorcerer.
Was there anything he couldn’t do?
Kleyena and Marina arrived at the forefront of the crowd almost simultaneously.
The Staff of Judgement of Light appeared in Marina’s grasp, pointed towards Ye Yinzhu suspended mid-air.
Though she was fearful, she couldn’t afford to retreat for the honor of Faran.
“Your Excellency, the Zither Emperor, I never expected it to be you,” Marina looked at the divine man in the sky, her emotions slightly plicated.
She had cultivated magic for over twenty years, somewhat similar to Ye Yinzhu’s practice of Pure Qinxin, always with a mind unburdened by distractions.
But for some reason, after seeing Ye Yinzhu’s display of divine power several times today, ripples emerged in her usually calm mind.
Kleyena sounded significantly more emotional than Marina, her arms spread wide and tears of excitement glittering in her eyes, “If you want to kill, kill me first.” Everyone heard the legend of the Emperor of the Zither, how he single-handedly held back the tens of thousands of soldiers from Flore kingdom, striking down countless enemies fearlessly on the battlefield.
Everyone understood just how ruthless a mander could be.
Emperor Maximo had a perturbed look on his face.
He didn’t open his mouth, but his stunned gaze was fixed on Sura.
At that moment, it seemed as if he had aged a decade, the once majestic figure appeared powerless, replaced only by a feeling of defeat.
His daughter was dead and he was unable to exact the revenge he craved so much, not even having her corpse to mourn over.
Such agony gruesomely shredded Emperor Maximo’s heart.
He had to push himself to the brink in order to keep his tears from cascading down his face.
“Father-in-law, do you remember the promise you made to me?
If Sura agreed, you would permit me to marry her?” Ye Yinzhu’s calm voice drifted from the sky.
Maximo squinted at Ye Yinzhu, his voice profound.
“That promise was made under the assumption that you hid your identity.
If I knew from the beginning that you were the Zither Emperor, I would never have agreed.
What use is there in discussing this now?
My daughter is already dead.
If you have the guts, storm Faran to avenge her.”
Ye Yinzhu coldly uttered, “I will go to Faran sooner or later.
Who told you that Sura is dead?”
Maximo was dazed.
Saintess of Light, Marina, couldn’t help but speak, “Sura’s soul was torn apart by Master Slone’s attacks.
How can someone without a soul live?”
Ye Yinzhu lowered his head, fixating his gaze upon the deathly white face of Sura in his arms.
In a soft voice, he said, “She can.
As long as I live, Sura will not die.
Do you think I am not aware that Slone could shatter her soul at any moment and I am powerless to stop it?
Since I dared to e here, it proves that I was prepared.
Emperor Maximo, I have to ask, if I can resurrect Sura from the dead, are you willing to grant her to me as my wife?”
Only then did realization wash over Maximo.
Even though the Landias Empire had lost face already, he couldn’t help but feel elated at Ye Yinzhu’s words.
“You…
you truly can revive the Phoenix?
Good…
good…
I agree.
If you can resurrect the Phoenix, I will approve the marriage.”
Ye Yinzhu stared deeply at Maximo.
“It seems you are not entirely a heartless emperor.
Fine then, for Sura’s sake, I will not harm the Landias Empire any further today.
However, I hope you remember, dear father-in-law, if we meet on the battlefield one day, I will show no mercy towards the Landias Empire.
Because, my Sura never accepted the fact that she was a princess of the Landias Empire.”
Maximo’s face darkened slightly as shock washed over the ministers around him.
Who would want to be enemies with a power figure who the Master of Faran’s Seventh Tower couldn’t pete with?
At Ye Yinzhu and Slone’s level, they couldn’t be batted on the basis of numbers, their strength alone was enough to effortlessly destroy a city.
Ye Yinzhu lowered his head, drawing closer to Sura.
He etched her delicate features into his mind as if he would never see her again, whispering, “Sura, I am uncertain of what I’ll lose in the process, but regardless of what it is, I will never forget your face, your scent, and everything about you.”
After finishing his sentence, Ye Yinzhu’s formerly tranquil eyes suddenly turned sharp as they locked onto Maximo below, “For your concern for Sura, Father-in-law, I will resurrect her for you to witness today.
From this moment, Sura will have absolutely nothing to do with Landias.
Whether we bee enemies in the future depends on you.”
As his voice faded, Ye Yinzhu slowly lifted Sura’s body in his embrace.
Under the subtle white light, Sura’s delicate body quietly floated in mid-air.
Clothed in her palace dress, she appeared so pure and so beautiful under the shroud of white light.
The magic-patterned wings on Ye Yinzhu’s back gently retracted but his body stayed suspended in mid-air.
He performed a cross gesture over his chest, and the Super Divine Artefact – Deadwood Dragon’s Roar appeared, hovering before him.
As he strummed his zither, Ye Yinzhu’s gentle and emotionally-filled gaze rested on Sura.
His hands, gliding over the zither strings, were in a silent harmony with her.
The solemn invocations of war were absent, only a tranquility similar to that of a flowing brook remained.
The soothing music emanating from the Super Divine Artefact made everyone present feel unusually serene.
The music was Ye Yinzhu’s incantation, except his chant was through his flexible eight fingers.
A subtle white light linked him and Sura, and rings of white aurora encapsulated them within.
Specific magic patterns floated out of the Deadwood Dragon’s Roar, one after another.
A total of six magic patterns came to Sura’s side and silently revolved around her body.
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