Chapter 199: A Paltry Little Huang Family Pissan (1/2)
Chapter 199: A Paltry Little Huang Family Pissant
Boom! A loud explosion resounded.
Zhao Shu’s body wavered and retreated a step back. Caught off guard, he looked up at the source and saw a beautiful woman emerge from the void.
“Master!” Seeing the woman, Li Lu blurted out in surprise.
At this time, Ao Baixue too hurried towards the beautiful woman, and greeted full of respect: “Greeting Martial Aunt.”
This beautiful woman was the same person that brought Li Lu away three years ago, Li Molin, sharing the same surname as Li Lu.
Li Molin nodded and then walked towards Zhao Shu. Stopping in front of him, she said, “Your strength is not bad, but you are still too far from me!”
Zhao Shu snorted, “Why don’t you have a go at it.”
Zhao Shu seemingly fell under a disadvantage earlier, but he displayed that attack in a rush. In actuality, both his and the woman’s strength were similar.
Li Molin didn’t refute hearing this. Instead, she turned around and looked at Huang Xiaolong, “You’re called Huang Xiaolong, right? I know my disciple Li Lu likes you, but she is now a Deities Templar’s disciple. I have no objection if the two of you want to be together… on the condition that you can become a disciple of Deities Templar too.”
Li Molin took a quick glance at Zhao Shu when she said this point and then looked back at Huang Xiaolong, “I realize your identity is not common, but any identity or background is insignificant before Deities Templar. Unless of course, if you’re a God Realm master!”
When her words ended, she looked at Ao Baixue and Li Lu: “Let’s go!” then flew up, leaving by shattering the void.
Ao Baixue followed closely behind, leaping up.
Tears rolled down Huang Xiaolong’s eyes. Taking a last look at his face, Li Lu’s voice sobbed: “Xiaolong, I will always wait for you in Deities Templar!” She too turned and flickered away.
Watching Li Molin leave, Zhao Shu wanted to stop her but Huang Xiaolong shook his head, “No need.” Even if it was Zhao Shu, he might not be able to stop all three of them. Li Molin had just said any identity was nothing before Deities Templar unless you were a God Realm Master!
God Realm Master!
Huang Xiaolong looked at Li Lu’s receding silhouette and Ao Baixue next to her, his fists tightly clenching. Watching as she grew further away, a pang of throbbing pain shot through his heart.
So uncomfortable!
All this while, Huang Xiaolong thought he was someone that had enough strength to protect his family and the people close to him. Little did he know about how ignorant and laughable these notions were until now.
He was powerless to protect the person he loved!
In the end, he could only watch Li Lu be taken away right in front of him. A cold frigid aura of slaughter rumbled out of Huang Xiaolong’s body, freezing the surrounding airflow.
Huang Xiaolong’s vision turned a chilling scarlet red.
Zhao Shu stood beside him wanting to offer a few words of comfort, but not knowing what to say, he remained silent. He empathized with his Sovereign’s feelings, just like the weak, powerless him at that time. That year, the weak and powerless him could only watch as the woman he loved was killed before his very eyes. That kind of pain was many times worse than having his own heart dug out.
Not until night overtook the sky did Huang Xiaolong then move. Turning around, he returned to Southern Hill Estate without uttering a single word till he came to his own little yard. He looked back at Zhao Shu, “You can go rest, I’m fine.” a hoarse voice sounded.
“Yes, Sovereign!” Zhao Shu saluted respectfully before retreating, knowing that what Huang Xiaolong wanted most at this time was quiet solitude.
After Zhao Shu left, Huang Xiaolong stood in the yard. He sat down, right on the yard floor. No additional words were spoken by him yet the cold, intense, slaughter qi bursting out from his body only amplified as time wore on.
One night passed.
Huang Xiaolong sat in the yard the entire night like a sculpture, not moving an inch.
Morning sunlight shone down from above onto Huang Xiaolong’s body. Despite that, there was no sign of movement from Huang Xiaolong. The thick killing intent swirling around Huang Xiaolong gave birth to a feeling of desolation overnight.
As Zhao Shu and Fei Hou entered Huang Xiaolong’s yard and saw him sitting on the ground, their feet stopped advancing.