She sat up abruptly and stared in the direction of the palace entrance, dumbfounded.
Why the hell would Zhan Nancheng come back?
Where did it go wrong?
What should she do now that she was in a dilemma?
Fuyao sat on the bed in a daze for a second. Then, she decided to go all out and kill Zhan Nancheng.
The eunuchs and palace maids from the outer palace had been stuffed behind the curtains, but there were still two palace maids lying in front of the bed. There was not a single palace maid in the entire hall, which was very suspicious. Meng Fuyao unsealed the two palace maids' acupoints and immediately lay down with her back facing them.
The two palace maids rubbed their eyes and propped themselves up, confused as to why they had suddenly fallen asleep. When they saw Fuyao sleeping with her back facing them, they carefully retreated.
Zhan Nancheng had already stepped into the palace.
His brows furrowed, he entered the palace with his hands behind his back. He had just received news that Zhan Beiye's corpse had been found in the Vast Mountains, which made him wake up immediately. After thinking for a long time, he could not help but head to the Xihua Palace again.
Fuyao slept on her side, staring at the faint silhouette reflected on the white wall. Her whole body was ready for him to take another step forward.
Zhan Nancheng stopped ten feet away.
He stared at the curvaceous figure on the bed with a strange look in his eyes. He waved his hand to dismiss the palace maids.
Soon, only two people were left in the palace, one sleeping and the other standing. They were both breathing lightly and motionless. The bronze incense burner in front of the bed emitted wisps of green smoke that drifted in the air like a hazy veil between the two of them.
Meng Fuyao fell asleep stiffly. She could only feel a pair of hot and forceful eyes behind her, searching her body but not taking another step. She was anxious from waiting, but she was also afraid that Zhan Beiye would rush out at any moment out of worry. She could not help but curse in her heart.
'If you don't come over and catch him, I'll curse your son to not have a d * ck!'
Suddenly, Zhan Nancheng opened his mouth.
His first sentence was a call that sounded like a sigh.
"Imperial Concubine Jing …"
Fuyao was stunned. She then realized that this was probably the title of the old Imperial Concubine. Why did Zhan Nancheng call her Imperial Concubine Jing instead of Imperial Concubine Gong Jing?
"I've received the news … and I'm finally relieved."
What news?
Zhan Nancheng sighed again. "… You're the only one left."
Hmm?
After a moment of silence, Zhan Nancheng suddenly took a step back. Meng Fuyao was startled and immediately moved, but she vaguely saw Zhan Nancheng pull a chair over and sit down.
F * ck! You still want to wage a long war of resistance?
Meng Fuyao felt an unbearable itch from the gaze on her back. She hoped that he would come closer, but she was also afraid that Zhan Beiye would rush in. Her heart was burning with anxiety, yet she could not move. She felt as if she was covered in lice, yet she could not scratch it.
Zhan Nancheng sighed again. She felt goosebumps all over her body — this was an old man with early menopause!
"… I still remember what you looked like when I first saw you …" Zhan Nancheng suddenly changed the topic, his tone filled with deep reminiscence. "At that time, I was the first to break into the Jin Kingdom's palace. I went to the Shengyi Palace first. When I opened the door, I saw you in plain clothes sitting on the ground. You slowly raised your head and said with a smile, 'General, it must be hard for you to come from afar.'"
He paused for a moment, then continued in a low voice, "The candlelight blew through the snow among the flowers, and the bright moon rose above the curtain …"
The snow among the flowers, the bright moon, and the peerless beauty of the Empress from many years ago slowly emerged from the dust of time. Zhan Nancheng's gaze pierced through the emptiness, staring at the eternal shadow hidden deep in his memory. His eyes were misty like the autumn drizzle.
"… At that time, when I looked at you, I felt that you didn't look like the mother of a nation. Instead, you looked more like a young girl next door. Delicate, exquisite, noble, and innocent. However, with that dignity and bearing, no one else is worthy of being the mother of a nation except you."
Meng Fuyao trembled. Damn it, is this what a 'stepson' should say to his' stepmother '?
"… You shouldn't have gone crazy. You could still smile at the enemies who entered the palace when the army was forcing you to abdicate. You used the noble grace of an Empress to comfort the people to comfort the women of the enemy. How could you have gone crazy? Perhaps it was because of your unyielding character that you went crazy. Father raped you, and you got pregnant. "
When the extremely unyielding character was broken, the wound and the sound of it breaking became even more severe and irreversible.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes. 'So that's how it is, so that's how it is.'
The shadow behind her moved slightly, as if Zhan Nancheng was about to stand up. Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. Suddenly, she heard a timid knock on the door.
At that moment, Zhan Nancheng was in a daze from the mixed emotions of the past and reality. When he heard the voice, he said impatiently, "Get out, don't disturb me!"
Outside the door, the eunuch immediately bowed and retreated out of the Xihua Palace. He said to the eunuch who was waiting outside to report, "What an insensible thing. He caused me to be scolded. Tell him to get lost!"
The eunuch said in a low voice, "That person said it was urgent news about King Lie. He has already arrived …"
"Not just King Lie, even Emperor Lie is useless. His Majesty is furious!" The old eunuch flicked his sleeves and shouted, "Tell him to get lost!"
He stomped away. The eunuch did not dare to say anything else and left the palace. Outside the palace, an ordinary-looking man with a finger injury heard the eunuch's reply. He looked up and let out a long sigh. "Heaven's will …"
Without another word, he turned around and hurried into the darkness. After walking for less than two miles, he passed through an alley and suddenly saw a pair of black boots in front of him.
He slowly raised his eyes and saw the last ray of light in his life.
The flash of a knife.
As he fell, he heard the last words of his life.
"Those who betray the king shall be killed!"
The long street was silent. The corpse was thrown into a ditch and sank without a sound. This silent assassination in an alley in Pandu seemed insignificant, but it had a profound impact. A missed opportunity quietly changed the history and structure of a country. It became a turning point in the fate of an emperor and a vassal, and ultimately toppled a dynasty.
Because of this missed opportunity, Zhan Nancheng lost the best opportunity to obtain first-hand information about Zhan Beiye's whereabouts and kill him.
Because of this missed opportunity, Zhan Beiye escaped a calamity.
At that moment, this episode was still unknown to the parties involved. Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Nancheng, who had rejected the eunuch, and sighed silently.
Just now, when the eunuch had knocked on the door, her heart had suddenly started pounding. An ominous premonition had surrounded her, and she had been so nervous that she had almost made a move.
Zhan Nancheng's mind, however, was not on that crucial piece of information. He was absent-minded and absent-minded. When he stood up, he did not sit down. Instead, he paced a few rounds on the spot, and suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he walked towards the 'old concubine'.
= = =
Zhan Beiye was in the toilet.
The women's toilet was too small. He was waiting in the men's toilet, hanging upside down from the roof in a very uncomfortable position, staring unblinkingly at the door of the women's toilet.
His heart was beating extremely fast. He had never been this nervous in his memory, not even when he was surrounded by a large number of Mo Luo Cavalry in the desert and was forced into a hand-to-hand fight.
His palms were wet with sweat, and he was in danger of losing his grip on the roof beam. He dug his fingers into the beam, ignoring the rough thorns piercing into his flesh. Seeing Meng Fuyao enter the inner hall without making a sound, his heart was in his throat. If it was not for the faint stabbing pain, he would have rushed out and pulled her back.
Letting the woman he loved take the risk without putting in any effort was not something he would do. However, before she left, her gaze was firm and sharp. She had said, "Trust me."
Was it a necessary process for a woman like her to learn to trust her?
He had been used to protecting women all his life, just like his mother. He had always thought that all women were weak and needed to be attached to someone. But Fuyao had shown him that there was another kind of woman in the world, one that was strong, resilient, independent, and confident, and would never be willing to be attached to anyone's wings.
Zhan Beiye pursed his lips and stared into the darkness. The sweat in his palms slowly dried, and his gaze gradually calmed down.
Yes, trust her.
Then, he saw a palace maid walk out of the hall step by step with her head lowered. Her posture was very similar to Meng Fuyao's as she slowly walked over.
Zhan Beiye's tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.
That was his mother.
Even with his eyes closed, he could hear her slow and light steps.
Biting his lower lip, Zhan Beiye stared at his mother without blinking as he walked towards the women's washroom.
The old concubine walked without any distractions. She was not aware of the danger she was in or the worries of others. She did not know that she was in the center of Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao's concerned gazes. One was in the women's washroom, and the other was in front of the window. They were both watching her, using all their concentration and willpower to count her steps.
She only remembered Meng Fuyao's words. She lowered her head and said nothing. Women's washroom, Little Ye.
Her moon-white figure slowly melted into the darkness of the women's washroom.
When she looked up, she saw her son's face peeking out from the opposite window.
The old concubine stared at him in a daze. She did not speak, but her eyes gradually turned red.
She tiptoed and reached out her hand through the wooden grille of the dusty women's washroom. She tried her best to reach the men's washroom, which was a foot away, and touch her son's face.
Zhan Beiye immediately broke the wooden bar of the washroom and moved his face over.
Between the men's and women's washrooms was a thick shrub that covered the space between the two washrooms, as well as the mother's actions of touching her son.
At this moment, both mother and son were no longer crying. Zhan Beiye was afraid that his mother would touch his tears. As a mother, she felt that she was too happy at this moment. If someone had to cry, it should be someone else.
They stood in the smelly, dark men's and women's toilets, separated by a foot, silently looking at each other and smiling.
She slowly touched her son's face, pulling out the stubble that he had not had time to comb for a long time. She did not like it.
She used too much force and did not know how to control her strength, causing some blood to seep out. Zhan Beiye did not even frown. He cooperated and moved closer, allowing her to pull more smoothly.
At this moment, they heard the voice, "His Majesty has arrived!"
Zhan Beiye's body suddenly jumped. The old concubine was caught off guard. She scratched her hand and pulled out a stubble that was half plucked. Her nails scratched Zhan Beiye's face, but he did not feel it at all. He shrugged his shoulders and was about to jump.
However, he suddenly stopped halfway. On the opposite side, his mother looked at him in horror. She did not know what the call meant. She only saw Zhan Beiye's shock, and this shock immediately infected her. The old concubine's calm eyes began to panic because she saw her son.
Zhan Beiye saw his mother's eyes and immediately took a deep breath, restraining himself.
He could not be impulsive.
Things had not gotten to the worst point. Fu Yao was smart and cunning, and his martial arts were also high. He might be able to deal with Zhan Nancheng. If he rushed out rashly, it might bring danger to her.
It was she who said, trust her!
He took a deep breath and leaned against the smelly washroom beam. He held his mother's hand tightly and patted her soothingly.
Then, he waited.
= = =
Zhan Nancheng walked to the bedside.
He gazed at the woman's slender back. Her fragrant shoulders were delicate, shaped like a delicate butterfly. Her waistline hidden under the thin bedding was astonishingly narrow, but when it was extremely narrow, there were just the right amount of undulations. Thus, those undulations became the spring water, the distant mountains, the willows, and the graceful and flowing poems written by all the literati and poets.
When the poem hit his eyes, it also hit his heart. His breathing slightly quickened.
The curtain of memory suddenly opened, just like that day when he opened the paper door on the long corridor. The lilacs in the garden were blown by the wind and floated into the room. In the midst of the falling flowers, she raised her head. Her jade-like chin was as smooth as a pearl, but her lips were more delicate and beautiful than the lilacs.
She said that the general had worked hard.
As if her words had come true, from then on, he had indeed had a hard time. That was the empress of the previous dynasty, his father's concubine, and then the old concubine. It had nothing to do with him.
He could not have anything to do with it either. The Tiansha Emperor. That fleeting glimpse of her had stirred his heart, and he could never tell anyone about it.
At this moment, the news that made him feel slightly relieved had finally removed his guard. He suddenly felt at ease. The world was his, and this lonely woman had broken away from the protection of her brave son. She had become his citizen. Why couldn't he get closer and look at her?
He walked closer, his eyes dazed. He was immersed in that late spring many years ago. He bent down slightly, breathing heavily on the shoulder of the woman on the bed.
He reached out his hand to pull the delicate shoulder.
The knife flashed!
It was like a flash of lightning in the western sky. In an instant, it pierced through the vast sky, splitting the clouds and fog, and headed straight for the enemy's leader!
Fuyao had used all the strength she had in her life to unleash her fastest move!
The whole room was filled with the rustling of the knife. The snowy light was like silk, chilling one's skin. In the snowy light, Meng Fuyao shot up like an eagle and shouted, "Avenge the prince!"
"Swoosh!" The knife had almost reached Zhan Nancheng's chest the moment it appeared. Zhan Nancheng was very alert and quickly retreated. His eyes were filled with rage, but he did not exchange blows with Meng Fuyao. Instead, he intended to quickly retreat into the room.
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly. "Trap?" The knife in her hand suddenly shone brightly and slashed at his head. Zhan Nancheng subconsciously tilted his head, only to feel his throat tighten. Meng Fuyao had already thrown away her knife.
"Idiot, this is a feint. Don't you know what a feint is?" She laughed. Zhan Nancheng snorted and suddenly made a mistake with his fingers.
Meng Fuyao immediately increased her strength, and Zhan Nancheng's body went limp. However, that mistake was extremely fast. With a 'pa' sound, the two rings between Zhan Nancheng's fingers touched. Suddenly, a layer of smoke and a cluster of sparks appeared. The former went straight for Meng Fuyao, while the latter flew towards the wall with a 'chi' sound.
With a loud bang, the guards inside and outside the palace rushed over in unison.
With a loud boom, Li Zhan Beiye gave a fierce shout, and with a kick, he sent the roof of the men's washroom flying. The birch roof spun and flew out, smashing several guards to death. When it landed on the ground, it triggered some kind of mechanism, and a rain of arrows shot out in all directions, killing another round of guards.
Zhan Beiye hugged the Old Concubine in his arms and made her hug his neck. He then used a piece of cloth to tie her eyes and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about anything. Just hug me tightly."
The Old Concubine leaned against her son's broad chest and nodded with a smile.
"Pa!" Zhan Beiye kicked open the wooden wall of the toilet and flew out amidst the dust and smoke. He did not run out of the palace. Instead, he picked up a few corpses of the guards nearby and used them as a shield. Then, he turned and rushed into the inner palace.
'Fuyao, I'm coming to pick you up.'
Behind him, the Double Lotus Palace was brightly lit. The sound of footsteps could be heard. On the palace walls, there were rows of crossbows and arrows. On the wooden towers on both sides of the palace, huge black cannons were being loaded quickly.
Zhan Beiye rushed forward, and with every step he took, a new corpse fell to the ground. Every time a corpse fell to the ground, he would use it as a new shield with the tip of his foot. Whoever attacked the most fiercely would die the fastest. Some people rushed up and cut the human shield in half. It was perfect. Zhan Beiye used one half to block the swords and the other half to cover his feet.
He was like a mad tiger, invincible. Most of the Xihua Palace's mechanisms were set up on the way out. For convenience and safety, there were fewer obstacles in front of the inner palace. There was a deep trench in the middle with arrows hidden in it. However, Zhan Beiye saw through the trap in the midst of the chaotic battle. He lifted his foot and kicked a soldier to the front of the mechanism. With a scream, the soldier was shot into a hornet's nest. Zhan Beiye had already rushed into the inner palace, stepping on the ground covered in blood.
"Stop him! His Majesty is inside!" Countless guards rushed up and formed a human wall on the top step. Their swords and halberds were pointed at Zhan Beiye, who was trying to break into the palace alone.
With a boom, Zhan Beiye had just stepped onto the bottom step when it suddenly flipped and caved in.
Zhan Beiye shouted and rose from the ground. His body flipped in midair like a hawk.
Behind him, in the Double Lotus Palace, someone shouted, "Shoot!"
"Buzz!"
A large number of arrows shot out like dark clouds. In the dawn sky, a green light flashed, covering the sky and covering the earth as they shot toward Zhan Beiye's back.
= = =
The battle in the outer palace was a battle of blood and fire, but the battle in the inner palace was a battle of strategy and psychology.
The yellowish smoke dispersed in an instant. It was obviously poisonous as it sprayed toward Meng Fuyao's face.
Meng Fuyao did not even blink. She grabbed Zhan Nancheng and sent him into the poisonous smoke.
Zhan Nancheng's eyes turned red. He did not expect her to be so fierce and agile. Normal people would instinctively avoid such a situation, but she wanted to drag him down with her!
Meng Fuyao was not willing to let him go. She laughed wretchedly and said, "It's an honor to die with the Tiansha Emperor."
Suddenly, a cold snort came from above his head. The voice was cold and ethereal, as if it was there but not there, like a soft cloud drifting around.
As soon as the snort came out, the pale yellow smoke dispersed.
Zhan Nancheng's ashen face immediately brightened. If not for Meng Fuyao's death grip on his throat, he would have probably cheered in joy.
Meng Fuyao's eyes turned cold. She gripped her knife tightly, and the gleam of the knife reflected the image of the person on the beam. It was vaguely a woman with long, ash-white hair and a long, ash-white robe. She had a cloud-like temperament. Although she was sitting still, she gave off the impression that she was constantly drifting, dazzling the eyes.
She 'floated' lazily on the roof beam and scratched her head in boredom. She casually plucked out a strand of white hair and looked at it in a daze. She said lightly, "The Emperor of Tiansha is really useless. I was just one step too late and he was almost killed by a little girl."
Zhan Nancheng's face turned ashen, but Meng Fuyao giggled and said, "Hey, Senior Liang, don't underestimate the Tiansha Emperor. He's not good at fighting, but he's good at other things. He's good at scheming, setting ambushes, murdering his own brother, and coveting a widow's mother."
Zhan Nancheng's face no longer resembled a human's. He gritted his teeth and glared at Meng Fuyao as if he wanted to devour her. Meng Fuyao stared at him without any intention of concealing the hatred in her eyes. "What? You want to kill me? What a coincidence, I want to kill you too. If it weren't for the fact that your lowly life still has some use, I would have cut you into pieces just now. You disgusting thing that's worse than a pig or a dog! "
The more she spoke, the angrier she became. The faces of the eight dead Black Wind cavalrymen and Zhan Beiye's tearful face as he listened to his mother sing through the wall kept flashing in front of her eyes. She was so angry that she raised her hand and gave him a slap. "Damn it, I get angry just by looking at you. I'll beat you up first!"
The crisp sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberated in the room. Some of the soldiers who had rushed in to protect the emperor turned pale and their legs went soft. Meng Fuyao cast a sidelong glance at Zhan Nancheng and laughed sinisterly. "Call, call more people in to see the emperor of Tiansha being slapped by me. Hurry up and see, I'll slap one more time for every person that comes in. It's a free gift, no entrance fee required."
Zhan Nancheng's chest heaved up and down as his entire body trembled. His face first turned red, then pale, and finally ashen. He could tell that Meng Fuyao was a ruffian who would do what she said. How could the emperor of Tiansha be slapped repeatedly by a lowly commoner in front of everyone? How would he be able to show his face in the future? Helpless, he could only signal with his eyes, "Get out!"
The soldiers retreated into the outer hall with cold sweat all over their faces as if they had been granted amnesty. The cloud-like lady on the beam said lazily, "Young lady, don't be too arrogant. You're not giving me face by slapping him left and right in front of an old man like me. Just one or two slaps will be enough."
"Senior, the more I listen to you, the more I like it." Meng Fuyao beamed. "I'll listen to you, just one or two slaps."
She swung her hand and slapped Zhan Nancheng, who was so angry that he could not control himself, and said innocently, "Senior, you wanted me to slap him twice."
…
The lady on the beam laughed. Her gray hair made her look old, and her voice was so lazy that it made people want to sleep. However, her laughter was crisp and sharp, like a broken silver bottle. "I quite like you, child, but it's a pity …"
She was still talking when she suddenly let out a faint sigh. As she sighed, her sleeves seemed to move.
With a flick of her sleeves, Fuyao immediately raised her saber. With a snap, the jade light collided with a ghostly greyish-white light. Fuyao tilted her body and pulled the Heaven Piercing Sword backward, but the greyish-white light actually rolled over like layers of clouds and mist. A collision! Another collision! Three collisions!
Three collisions, and then it stopped. After a while, black hair that had been cut by the blade and the surging True Energy slowly fell down.
The gleaming blade was pressed against Meng Fuyao's forehead, just a hair's breadth away from disfiguring her.
Meng Fuyao did not even blink and put down the knife without a change in expression. She smiled and said, "Aiya, Senior, thank you for helping me cut my bangs."
The lady in gray suddenly said, "The True Energy in your body has Da Feng's Sudden Wind Rise. Are you Da Feng's disciple?"
She looked down, revealing a face so pale that it was devoid of blood. Her facial features were delicate, and her eyebrows were especially straight and elegant, like a perfect "1" written by a famous writer. However, her eyes were illusory, and she could not tell her age. She could be in her forties or fifties, or even in her twenties or thirties.
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes. From the lady's tone, she was most likely one of the Ten Strongest. Yu Heng's gender was unknown, while Yun Hun and Wu Yin were women. Which one was this?
Also, according to someone from the Zong Family, one of the three had a grudge with Da Feng, but she did not know who it was. Therefore, she had to be very careful with her answer.
She clutched Zhan Nancheng's neck tightly and placed the knife in front of their faces. She giggled and said, "I don't know Senior Da Feng. I only met him once in a prison a few days ago. I was almost killed and was forced to inject some True Qi into my body, almost crippling my martial arts. It was probably this Sudden Wind Rise?"
"Da Feng has a good eye." The lady in gray scrutinized Fuyao. "You have a good foundation, and I think you're quite suitable for my sect. Unfortunately …"
Fuyao immediately raised the knife again.
"Hoo …"
All of a sudden, an undercurrent rolled up beneath her feet. It was silent yet overbearing, like a cloud crossing the blue dome of heaven. It was so fast that it seemed to travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, carrying with it an irresistible force of nature. Meng Fuyao only felt her ankle tighten, and before she could react, she was thrown away by the airflow from head to toe.
She tumbled and fell, hitting the wall with a loud thud. She coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Unfortunately …" the lady in gray said again.
With a bang, Fuyao hit the corner of the table, knocking out half a tooth.
"Unfortunately …"
"Bang!" Fuyao slid from the floor, scraping off a piece of skin on her elbow.
"Unfortunately …"
"Crack!" Fuyao's fingers, which were blocking her face, suddenly flipped over and broke.
…
However, Zhan Nancheng was still in her palm.
She would never let go, no matter what kind of invisible force was used to send her flying, no matter if she spat out blood or teeth, no matter if her flesh or skin was scraped off, no matter if her knuckles were broken or her knuckles were broken.
Her dagger never left his throat. Every time he fell, the dagger swayed back and forth, causing Zhan Nancheng to tremble in fear. Every time he rolled away, the sharp dagger would leave one or two gashes on his body. Every time she spilled a drop of blood, Zhan Nancheng would have to compensate with more than one drop.
The lady in gray finally stopped, and the aura that controlled the power of heaven and earth disappeared. She rolled up her sleeves and looked at Fuyao for a while, shaking her head. "I've never seen a woman as ruthless and shameless as you."
"Senior." Fuyao spat on Zhan Nancheng's face. She wiped her mouth with his Nine Dragons Golden Robe, still smiling. "Think carefully. I can't beat you, but with my strength, as long as I'm not afraid of death, it won't be difficult for me to protect the hostage. Even if you kill me, I'll drag him down with me. I'll make him understand what it means to be unlucky."
"Why do you have to do this?" The lady in gray frowned and looked down at her. "Is it worth it? Why? "
Fuyao was silent. A shadow flashed past her eyes: the cavalryman who had died from the snake's kiss, the pale face hanging upside down in the poisonous vines, Wang Hu who had been gossiping in the swamp, Hua Zi who had been reduced to a skeleton, San Er who had pushed her out of the tomb, Old De who had detonated the bomb, Ah Hai who was left with only half of his body, and Little Luo who had disappeared …
She slowly placed the dagger on Zhan Nancheng's throat, watching the cold air penetrate his body and a trace of blood flow down his throat. Her eyes revealed a sinister smile. "For those who have sacrificed themselves."
The lady in gray stared at her in confusion. After a while, she said, "Why is a talent like you always putting your life on the line? Let him go, and I'll ask him to spare you in the future. "
"Now, it's up to me to spare him, not him to spare me." Fuyao smiled wholeheartedly. "You're mistaken."
The lady in gray looked at Zhan Nancheng helplessly and muttered, "I shouldn't have accepted the Zhan family's betrothal …" She thought for a while and said, "I'll give you a strand of my white hair. It might save your life in the future."
Fuyao stared at the violent and naive member of the Top Ten and said solemnly, "Senior, I'll definitely grow white hair in the future. I might even have more than you, so I won't trouble you to send me off."
"Sigh …" The lady in gray grew irritated and pulled the strand of white hair that she had been stroking. "Then I'll have to kill you."
= = =
Zhan Beiye was in mid-air.
The stairs in front of him had collapsed, and the arrows behind him were raining down. He was still holding his mother in his arms, and only had one hand left to fight the enemy.
If he were to throw his mother out, he would be able to escape the trap and the rain of arrows behind him.
However, he hugged his mother even tighter and yelled, "Hurry up!"
"Up!"
With a kick, he picked up the stone slab that had fallen from the stairs. It was a whole white marble slab that was a few meters long and weighed thousands of kilograms. With a single kick, he sent it flying into the air!
The slab flew up and met the rain of arrows behind him. No matter how powerful the arrows were, they could not penetrate the solid stone and broke one after another. At this point, Zhan Beiye's figure could not avoid falling.
Below him was a pit filled with steel knives.
Zhan Beiye roared again.
"Stop!"
His voice was like thunder, startling the guards on the first step who were about to raise their spears to force Zhan Beiye into the steel knife formation. In that instant, Zhan Beiye did a horizontal slash and leaped into the air at an almost impossible speed. His two long legs braced against the edge of the pit.
Once he braced himself, he was as stable as a boulder that could not be moved by a hurricane. He raised his head and his black eyes were as heavy as iron, causing the guards to freeze.
Crossing his legs, Zhan Beiye leaped into the air and stretched out his hand. Dozens of spears appeared in his hand, and he swung them with all his might. The guards around him were all sent flying, crashing into each other in a messy mess. Some of them even fell into the pits, screaming in pain as blood spurted out. Zhan Beiye laughed loudly, stepping on the heads of the people on the ground as he charged straight for the door.
However, more people rushed out from the door. The guards that Zhan Nancheng had retreated to the outer hall blocked the way in an attempt to stop Zhan Beiye.
"Whoever dares to stop me shall die!"
Zhan Beiye had always been a man of his words. With a flash of his long sword, he pierced through three people. Fresh blood spurted out as he laughed coldly. "I love killing. Thank you for providing me with your heads."
The space between his eyebrows was stained with blood, and his body was covered in blood and mud. When he swung his sword, he brought out puffs of blood that floated in the Splendid Hall like a rainbow. The guards who had fallen under his feet and were injured and half-dead had their skulls crushed by him without holding back. "Smack!" Again and again.
Fresh blood and broken bones were everywhere. Organs and brain matter flowed everywhere.
Stop killing with killing.
At this point, Zhan Beiye could no longer care about whether or not she was a citizen of Tian Sha. All he knew was that the longer he delayed, the more danger Fuyao would be in. Whoever stood in his way would be equivalent to killing Fuyao. In that case, he would kill whoever stood in his way!
Such cruel methods and the awe-inspiring might of a reborn Death God shocked the guards. Although they didn't dare to retreat due to their duty, their resistance was much weaker. Many of them retreated as they fought. Zhan Beiye didn't hold back at all and charged straight into the Inner Palace, killing a path of blood.
Once he entered, he did not see Zhan Nancheng or the lady in grey. He only saw Fuyao, half of her body covered in blood, her swollen lips, and even her broken little finger hidden behind her sleeves.
His eyes reddened as he watched.
Then, he saw Zhan Nancheng, who was also covered in blood. He heard the words of the lady in grey. "Then I have no choice but to kill you."
He dashed in immediately.
He approached menacingly, his robes fluttering, stirring up a sharp gust of wind. The grey-clothed woman merely glanced at him and said lazily, "Another one. Sigh, I'll have to spend more effort to kill him."
Zhan Beiye laughed coldly and pounced on her without hesitation.
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