457 Take This Again! (2/2)

Ye Qingxuan could not help but smile bitterly. Charles spat out blood too. Using Heaven Ladder to cast the silent dream from so far away was consuming. The Heaven Ladder was where the Dreamweaver's foundation was. Like a container, it would not be disturbed by the dreamscape. Otherwise, he would really have no solutions. But now, he was at the limit.

In Charles's eyes, the moonlight flickered and died out.

The Heaven Ladder cut off.

In the silence, the four musicians stared at each other. They could sense Ye Qingxuan's departure but they were unsure if this was another trick or a defeat.

In the suffocating silence, Charles stood up expressionlessly and stepped forward. The four musicians stepped back together. Their eyes were cautious and the aether waves around them sharpened. Did this guy have another trick up his sleeve?

Then they saw Charles sneer and then…he knelt down!

With a plop!

Charles flattened himself to the ground and cried out, ”Please have mercy! I'm innocent! Ye Qingxuan forced me to do this! Ye Qingxuan is an *ss! He drank, and got girls, and owed the school thirty-five million, and escaped with his cousin! We could only sell our bodies to pay the debt…”

The only sound in the long, long silence was Charles' cries. The expressions of the other four grew uglier and uglier.

”You think…I'll let you go by begging?” The Summoning musician's eyes were dark and his voice was raspy. He stepped forward. Fireflies grouped on his hand again. One, two, three, four…they were like dazzling stars. Piercing murderous intent enveloped Charles. The strength was enough to flatten a building, enough to tear a man apart and evaporate him!

”I know I can't take back what I've done,” Charles continued to cry. ”But just let me lie here and express my apologies!”

”What's the use of lying down?!” the Summoning musician roared. He raised his hand and the countless fireflies flapped their wings to tear Charles apart.

But then the wall behind him shattered. Clattering sounded very close to them. Horse hooves clacked against the ground with sparks. The thundering was heart-stopping. Two horses of at least three meters tall galloped over, dragging a metal carriage. They burst through the wall as if it was a sheet of paper.

Amidst the flying bricks and mortar, the black carriage charged forward, crashing into the musician without mercy. In the messy boom, there was the sound of bones cracking and a pained cry.

Then the stallions stopped. The carriage floated in place. The wheels scraped against the ground with a sharp screech. After bursting through two walls, the carriage stopped between the remaining three musicians and Charles and Constantine.

After being ran into and over, the musician (who had been proud a moment ago) rolled out now as bloody pulp. It was unclear if he was alive or dead. The directionless fireflies scattered in all directions and quickly disappeared. This meant Charles had made the right choice. Getting to the ground was effective.

In the dead silence, the only sounds were the horses' pants. The already distorted carriage was kicked open from the inside. The door fell to the ground with a clang.

In the carriage, the white-haired youth leaned in the distorted seat. His eyes were like moonlight. Studying Charles who was on the ground, he smiled.

”Senior, I'm here to save you.”