Chapter 322 - Fleeing (1/2)
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Clang!
A metallic screech was heard as the Lightning Wings struck the claw Huangpu Qingtian easily used to defend.
Panting, Huangpu Qingtian tightened his claw, staring Zhuo Fan in the eye. Zhuo Fan met his gaze, bewildered. [Why couldn’t the Lightning Wings pierce it?]
“I told you. You have no chance!”
Huangpu Qingtian’s face twisted with savagery and tore off one of Zhuo Fan’s wings.
Blood spurted from his back and Zhuo Fan broke out in sweat, falling down. The pain in his back blinded him for a moment, but he gnashed his teeth through the pain.
Ah!
Luo Yunchang cried out, tears falling like a river. The other women turned their heads away. They couldn’t bear to watch.
Yet their eyelids never stopped trembling…
Zhuo Fan shook from the pain. He made a fist wanting to get up with his only arm but Huangpu Qingtian stomped on his other wing. Looking down on him, the savage dragon claw slowly lifted him up.
“Game over. The punk is done for!”
Leng Wuchang sighed, despite the stunned face he pulled, “That was too close. I didn’t foresee the punk having so much of that strange purple lightning. If not for the eldest young master having that last move, I fear everything would have been in vain. Regent Estate’s glory would’ve hit rock bottom and the vassals would no longer worship us.”
He saw that the others now looked at the crippled Zhuo Fan with worry and lamentation.
As if to say, fighting Regent Estate was fighting heaven. The only outcome was death.
Leng Wuchang was pleased. This was exactly what he wanted.
Zhuge Changfeng looked on with regret, “A pity. With the kid’s power, if he just wasn’t so hot blooded and lost his mind, he would have had an even chance at victory.”
“Ha-ha-ha, Prime Minister, is this how you work? There are no ifs in this world. Failure means annihilation!” Leng Wuchang smiled at him.
Zhuge Changfeng’s eyes glinted, “I only mourn the loss of a talent. A pity for him to go down this way. Naturally, he only has himself to blame for this outcome.”
“The Prime Minister is most right. We, the schemers, fear becoming berserk ourselves and digging our own graves.”
Leng Wuchang and Zhuge Changfeng shared a look, then laughed…
On the battlefield, a shadow watched it all from a corner, finding himself at an impasse.
Out of Zhuo Fan and Huangpu Qingtian, he only wanted the strongest. And although they were equally powerful, Zhuo Fan had the greater potential.
But now Zhuo Fan had lost and was about to die. Should he go save him?
[Sigh, everything’s so twisted.]
A headhunter feared not searching the world for thousands of miles yet to come out empty, but being forced to choose one of two prized horses.
[It’s too vexing!]
But soon, the shadow came to a decision.
He wanted the strongest, that hadn’t changed. Zhuo Fan had the greatest potential but defeat spoke by itself. He didn’t pity him regardless of how great the kid was…
Huff~
Zhuo Fan and Huangpu Qingtian were panting, staring at each other in hatred. They both were spent of Yuan Qi, body riddled with wounds, but it was obvious that Zhuo Fan was far worse for wear.
“Zhuo Fan, your very existence is a threat to me. You must die!” Huangpu Qingtian moved a trembling dragon claw and aimed for Zhuo Fan’s chest.
Squinting, Zhuo Fan’s blood bubbled from his right arm and his back, His face ashen, but the fire in his eyes burnt strong, “Huangpu Qingtian, you will die for touching Ning’er!”
“Oh really? And how are you going to do that from under my heel?” Huangpu Qingtian mocked.
Huangpu Qingtian’s heart seized the next second. He could see Zhuo Fan had no intention of dying, but he looked back like a wild animal ready to tear into him.
[There’s still some fight left in him!]
Huangpu Qingtian’s unease only grew. Even if he dismembered Zhuo Fan, as long as the man’s eyes burned, the threat still existed.
With a roar, Huangpu Qingtian stabbed his claw at Zhuo Fan’s heart.
Ah!
With a cry, Luo Yunchang could no longer bear to watch. Fang Qiubai squinted, overwhelmed by anxiety.