Horne's expression was very strange. There was excitement in his nervousness, agitation in his excitement, anticipation in his excitement, madness in his anticipation, and hatred in his madness. The only thing missing was fear and pity.
For so many years, he had tried everything he could to kill Patrick, this powerful demon.
Of all the people he knew, no one dared to show the slightest disrespect to Patrick, much less have the ability to kill him.
But now, hope was once again ignited in his heart of despair. Even if Patrick was his father, his biological father who loved him to the bone, it still could not extinguish his desire to kill Patrick.
In his heart, Patrick was not his father, but an extremely twisted and morbid demon. All of his misfortune was caused by this demon.
His biological mother, the woman he deeply loved, the friends and classmates he could get along with, the eight wives who shared the same bed with him, the five unborn children … The deaths of them and their families were all caused by this perverted demon.
He had buried this hatred deep in his heart, but he had never forgotten it. He hated him, just like how he loved him, and it was deeply engraved in his heart.
He had countless nightmares in which he would wake up drenched in sweat. In his dreams, the people who had died because of him would sternly ask him why he had killed them.
Those questions were like the interrogation of his soul, and the pain of his conscience being constantly condemned made him unable to sleep at night. It was unbearable pain.
He had long since grown tired of such a tormented life. Patrick's so-called fatherly love only made him feel disgusted and afraid. It was not love, but selfish and cold-blooded cruelty and flaunting.
And he, his son, was just a platform for Patrick to display his fatherly love and flaunt his powerful strength. He had long been lost in the fake fatherly love that he had created, and he was never tired of it, even going to the extent of doing anything, because it had already become a special hobby of his.
Horne, who had seen through all of this, did not feel the slightest kinship towards Patrick, only endless hatred, disgust, and fear.
Now, seeing that Patrick had finally met his match and was running for his life under the siege of the wolf cavalry, no longer as high-spirited as before, Horne felt incomparable joy in his heart.
Touching the dagger in his pocket, Horne's eyes revealed a trace of desire. If possible, he really wanted to send him to hell with his own hands. If not, he would not be able to comfort the souls of those who died tragically.
The dagger was a gift from Patrick on his eighteenth birthday. It could cut through iron like mud and was exceptionally sharp.
That night, Patrick forced him to use the dagger to cut off the slender, snow-white neck of a virgin who had just had sex with him. The reason was just to let him see blood. He, Patrick's son, couldn't be a flower in a greenhouse.
Horne still remembered the beautiful girl's eyes full of unwillingness, despair, fear, disbelief, and infinite nostalgia for the world when she covered her throat before she died. Although she was just a greedy and vain girl who voluntarily exchanged her body for money, it was still a fresh life.
Horne closed his eyes in pain. He was not afraid of anything except dreams and memories. Every nightmare or memory made him feel that he was full of sins, sins that he could not wash away even after he died and went to hell. This made him hate the man called his father even more.
Patrick's valiance shocked Lang Kui. The battle formations developed by the Marshal had always been successful. However, today, they were ineffective against this European Martial Monarch.
It could not be said that it was completely ineffective. It could only be said that Patrick's strength was terrifyingly strong. He used every part of his body to the extreme and could turn it into a killing weapon at any time.
Although he seemed to be in a very sorry state in the battle formation and seemed to be overwhelmed, he hadn't suffered any serious injuries since the beginning of the battle.
Those battle formations that could besiege and kill experts at the peak of the Saint Martial Arts Realm could not hurt him at all. At most, they could add some insignificant injuries to him.
As an expert at the middle stage of the Monster King Realm, Lang Kui was usually extremely confident, but at this moment, he had to admit that if he fought Patrick alone, he had no chance of winning.
Compared to the God of Fire, who could control all the muscles in his body, Patrick was clearly much stronger. As expected of the European Martial Emperor.
This made him even more determined to kill Patrick. If such an expert became his enemy, it would definitely bring great trouble to his Young Master.
"Kill!"
Lang Kui's will was like iron. The full moon scimitar in his hand drew a huge arc and slashed at Patrick.
However, Patrick was not afraid at all. The walking stick in his hand, made of an unknown metal, transformed into a series of afterimages. In an instant, he launched thousands of attacks, forcibly dispelling Lang Kui's attack. He even struck the chest of another Wolf Cavalry with the walking stick.
Crack!
The Wolf Cavalry's sternum was broken. He screamed and fell off the wolf's back, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
With this, the rhythm of the battle formation's attack was disrupted. The Wolf Cavalry immediately became restless. However, Patrick let out a long howl and leaped up, charging straight for the back of the Wolf Cavalry's camp.
Lang Kui's expression changed drastically. He immediately saw through Patrick's plan. He shouted in a stern voice, "Protect the Young Mistress!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Just as Patrick was about to get close to the unconscious Ling Yun, the Wolf Riders fearlessly leaped forward. Rays of sharp saber light flashed, forcing Patrick, who was bound to win, to retreat.
Patrick snorted coldly. Just as he was about to take Ling Yun hostage again, Lang Kui had already rushed over and slashed out three times in a row like a mad tiger.
These three slashes were not ordinary slashes. They were three slashes that Lang Kui had combined with the first three punches of the Savage Body Tempering Technique and instantly mobilized all the strength in his body.
After these three slashes, all of his strength would be drained. He would become a weak person who would not be able to protect himself. In a situation where there were no elixirs to replenish his strength, he could only rely on a long period of recuperation to recover.
Although he knew that this was very dangerous, he had no choice but to use this trump card. He could tell that if he could not injure Patrick now, the Wolf Cavalry would not be able to stop him.
His life was given by the Marshal. Since the Marshal had ordered him to protect the Young Mistress, then even if he died, he would not let anyone get close to Ling Yun.
Patrick gave a muffled groan. He tasted sweetness in his throat and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Lang Kui in shock.
Although he had barely managed to withstand these three slashes, the terrifying strength had still caused serious damage to his internal organs. If it were not for the fact that his control over every part of his body had reached the point of perfection and he had forcefully suppressed his injuries, he would probably be lying on the ground by now.
Lang Kui forced himself to remain calm. He stared coldly at Patrick, assuming a posture as if he could attack at any time.
Patrick was afraid. He forced a cold snort as if nothing had happened and turned to leave.
The Wolf Cavalry still wanted to attack, but Lang Kui raised his hand to stop him, allowing him to leave.
A cornered beast would still fight. An injured beast was the most terrifying. Since he was powerless to attack and could not guarantee the safety of the Young Mistress, he would rather let the tiger return to the mountain than take the risk of Ling Yun being killed to stop him.
Patrick endured his injuries and stared coldly at the corpses of his four disciples. Then, he slowly walked over to Horne's side.
The Western cultivators were not in the mood to continue fighting. Seeing that Patrick had stopped, they all withdrew from the battle. In just a short period of time, the Western cultivators had left behind hundreds of corpses. This caused them to feel a wave of horror and sorrow.
They understood very well that this time, the invincible European Martial Emperor had completely fallen. He had lost all his face and was helpless against the Wolf Cavalry. He had no choice but to stop the battle.
The Wolf Cavalry were not completely unscathed. In the chaotic battle, three of them had died and seventeen were heavily injured. There were even more minor injuries.
However, the Wolf Cavalry were already used to war. This kind of loss could be said to be negligible. No one showed any signs of sorrow.
Only the three Bloodthirsty Berserk Wolves who had lost their masters lay in front of their corpses, whimpering softly. Large droplets of tears rolled down their cheeks. It was a very bitter sight.
Eighth Junior Sister bit her lip, her eyes filled with guilt and self-blame. If she had not begged Big Brother Lang Kui to save Third Senior Sister, those three Wolf Cavalry would not have been sacrificed. Third Senior Sister's life was a life, but were the lives of the Wolf Cavalry not?
Lang Kui relaxed and could no longer hide the weakness in his body. His body suddenly swayed and he almost fell off the wolf's back. His face was deathly pale.
"Big Brother Lang Kui, are you alright?!"
The Eighth Junior Sister jumped down from the wolf's back without any regard for her own safety. She anxiously supported Lang Kui, who was on the verge of collapse, and cried out in a sobbing tone. Guilt and self-blame made her tears flow down her face, wetting her veil.
Lang Kui's weak eyelids were fighting to stay open. Feeling the Eighth Junior Sister's warm and soft embrace, a strange feeling that he had never felt before quietly grew. When he saw her tears, he could not help but feel warmth in his heart. There was finally someone who cared about him.
Seeing Eighth Junior Sister rush forward to support Lang Kui, the other Wolf Cavalry stopped and looked at him with worry.
"I'm … fine, I'm just … a little tired. Help me pass on my orders. Be careful of that Martial Emperor. Have Lang Yu temporarily take over the position of Commander. Hurry up and find Young Master. Young Madam … Young Madam can't hold on for much longer."
Although Lang Kui's heart was pounding, he always had a calm temperament and knew what was important. He raised his head with great difficulty and whispered into Eighth Junior Sister's ear.
"En, I understand."
Eighth Junior Sister had never had physical contact with the opposite sex before, nor had she been so close to the opposite sex. Lang Kui's hot breath landed on her jade-like earlobe, causing her entire body to heat up. Her cheeks were burning, and even her ears were completely red. A strange feeling that she had never felt before caused her heart to beat like thunder. Could this be love?
However, she had always been a girl who cared about the bigger picture. She immediately threw all these thoughts to the back of her mind and ignored the ambiguous gazes everyone was giving her. She leaped onto the wolf's back and let the drowsy Lang Kui lean against her. She blushed and said loudly, "Everyone, be on guard. Big Brother Lang Kui is not feeling well. Lang Yu will temporarily take over the position of Commander. Hurry up and find Young Master."
"Yes!"
Lang Yu jumped off the wolf and knelt on one knee. He cupped his fists and bowed solemnly.
He turned around and climbed onto the wolf's back. He looked at Patrick with a serious expression and raised the scimitar in his hand. "Do you still want to fight?"
"Hmph, do you really think I'm afraid of you? The only one that can pose a threat to me is already dead. You guys can't do anything to me. "
Patrick was also stubborn. Although he did not want to continue, he could not lose in terms of momentum.
Lang Yu's face was pale and beardless. He had starry eyebrows and bright eyes. He was quite handsome, but his style was completely different from Lang Kui's. He was less calm and more radical and impulsive.
Although he knew that now was not the best time to fight, the sacrifice of three wolf riders still made him burn with anger. Seeing that Patrick still dared to be arrogant, he immediately laughed coldly. "Very good. I was really afraid that you would be a coward. Since that's the case, then hand over your life."
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