786 The True Warrior Faces Excitemen (1/2)
”Young Empress, don't force my hand! Although you hold an esteemed position, I know that you are not even as powerful as a common member of the Monster Race. We are only five steps apart from each other. Even if the Lady Empress was present right now, she would not be able to stop me from taking your life!” The black figure clenched his teeth. He was emotionally unstable and looked like he was going to act any moment.
”If that is the case, then why haven't you made your move?” Yun Qingwu had a serene expression on her face.
”Young Empress… do you not want to live anymore?”
”I do not fear death. However, I don't want to go looking for death either. You may leave. Go announce your crimes to our fellow Monster race comrades and take your own life after that!” Yun Qingwu shook her head slightly and tilted her head upwards gently. She went back to staring at the moving clouds.
The black figure shivered. He kept his gaze on Yun Qingwu, who was standing right before him. He could not believe that this was happening.
He onus was on him to make a move. He had even threatened Yun Qingwu. However, he felt like he was entirely under Yun Qingwu's control.
Why so?
The black figure did not understand. With his powers as a Monster King, he barely had to lift a finger in order to kill Yun Qingwu. He could then come up with an excuse to absolve himself of any blame.
For example, he could say that some of the travelling disciples of Nine Pinnacles Mountain had returned suddenly and he had been unable to protect Yun Qingwu from them. There were many potential stories that he could come up with.
Nevertheless, he was unable to act on his thoughts.
It was very strange!
Also, he was sure that the reason he was unable to act was not because of Yun Qingwu's status as the Young Empress of the Monster race. On the contrary, a half-blooded Young Empress was a joke.
For twenty years, the entire Monster race was aware of the daughter produced from the union of the Monster Empress Baizhi and the Demon Emperor Yun. However, virtually no one from the Monster race had bothered to acknowledge the presence of Yun Qingwu.
Until…
Yun Qingwu started to strut around with a group of demon bodyguards and entered the Great Swamp. Only then did people remember that the Young Empress existed.
It was quite funny.
Funnier still, Yun Qingwu had not inherited the great size and strength of the Monster race. She did not have any of the characteristics that defined a member of the Monster race.
There was something else. Not only did Yun Qingwu not possess any Monster race characteristics, she did not have any of the Demon race characteristics either.
She did not have the Demon Eye!
Yet she was the Young Lord of the Demon race!
What a joke!
When Yun Qingwu had first appeared before the Monster race, all of them had gotten down on their knees. In truth, all of them were smirking in their hearts.
However, it was this joke of a Young Empress who had successfully convinced the cold Monster Empress Baizhi. Also, she had utilised the power of five Monster Kings and conquered one of the five Sects of the Holy Region, Nine Pinnacles Mountain. This was an organisation that the Monster race had battled for ten years to no avail, until the Young Empress had appeared.
At face value, it looked like pure luck.
Nonetheless, the entire Monster race knew that this was because Yun Qingwu had predicted everything three months before!
Three months!
Yun Qingwu had led them to success in only one attempt.
This was nothing short of miraculous because the time of their attack had to be extremely precise. Acting any earlier or later would have resulted in another failure.
The black figure fell to his knees once more, except that it wasn't a half-kneel this time but a kowtow.
”Young Empress, do you really have to kill me?”
”Mmhm.” Yun Qingwu nodded curtly.
”Why? At this critical juncture, why won't you show me mercy. I am a Monster King…” The black figure was aggrieved.
”The war looms overhead. Killing a Monster King would be akin to chopping off a finger. However, this would also serve as a stern warning to the Monster army and keep everyone in line. Only through a high level of discipline can we win the war.”
”Discipline? Discipline… I understand now. The Monster race has stayed on too long in the Great Swamp and has lived too comfortably for the past ten years. Although the hatred remains, the drive is no longer there. The Young Empress is right! Only my death can keep them on their toes!” The black figure had finally come to terms with the Young Empress's wishes.
”When the war ends, I will personally carve your name onto the memorial for our fallen heroes!l Yun Qingwu stared at the black mass hunched over the ground with a glint in her eye.
”Thank you, Young Empress! I have another wish!”
”I will avenge your son for you. I will drag the murderer from Ling Yun Tower to your son's grave.” Yun Qingwu nodded.
”Then I shall thank you in behalf of my son, Young Empress. Now, I shall bid you… goodbye!” The black figure got to his knees slowly.
”Mm.” Yun Qingwu nodded once more.
The black figure said no more and turned around slowly. He had a resolute determination in his eyes. Still, he could not help but turn back to look at Yun Qingwu, who was still standing on the black rock.
”Young Empress, can you really lead the Monster race to greatness again?”
”I don't know the answer to every question, but do you want the Monster race to stay in the Great Swamp and hide away in the darkness forever?” Yun Qingwu replied his question with a question of her own.
”Monsters absorb the essence of heaven and earth as well as the light of the sun and moon… I understand now. It is an honour to sacrifice myself for the future of the Monster race. I have no regrets!” The black figure walked towards the numerous black shadows gathered outside the Nine Pinnacles Mountain gate.
”Is a monster who cannot see sunlight still a monster?” Yun Qingwu watched on as the black figure walked off into the distance. She then looked at the rising morning sun with a sort of bright tenacity on her face.
”The spoils go to the victor!”
Right, or wrong!”
”The winners always get to write history!”
Yun Qingwu clenched her fists as her voice echoed off the rocks. Her white robes flapped on in the breeze.