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”Senior,” said Meng Fuyao, as she spat her broken tooth that was engulfed in a mouthful of blood and saliva on Zhan Nancheng's face. Using his robe embroidered with golden dragons and drifting clouds to wipe her mouth, she continued to smile as she added, ”Please think carefully. I won't be able to beat you, but with my ability, as long as I'm not afraid of death, it isn't too difficult for me to keep him a hostage. Even if you kill me, I will drag him to death as well. I'll let him understand what it means to be unlucky.”
”What for?” The woman perched herself on the ceiling, frowned down at Meng Fuyao and asked, ”Is it worth it? Why?”
Meng Fuyao kept quiet as a collection of memories flashed by like streaks of lightning in her mind - the soldier who died from a snake's kiss by the pond, the ashen face that hung upside down in the green vines, Wang Hu who committed suicide in the swamp, Hua Zi who was burned to his bones, Three who pushed her in the passageway, Lao De who triggered the bomb, Ah Hai who was left with half of his body, and Little Luo who was nowhere to be found.
She slowly placed the dagger on Zhan Nancheng's throat and watched the thin line of blood flow down from that noble Emperor. Revealing a deadly smile, she answered, ”For those who sacrificed themselves.”
The woman looked at her in confusion. A few moments later, she said, ”You're a talent, why always risk your life? Release him, and I'll just ask him to pardon you.”
”Now it's a matter of whether I'm willing to pardon him, not the other way round,” Meng Fuyao smiled pleasantly. ”You had it wrong.”
The woman looked reluctantly at Zhan Nancheng and muttered, ”Shouldn't have accepted the gifts from the Zhan family in the first place…” She thought for a moment and proposed, ”I will give you a strand of my white hair. In the future, this item might save your life.”
Meng Fuyao stared at this violent yet naive martial arts expert and solemnly declined, ”Senior, I will also grow white hair in the future, and I might grow even more strands than you. I will not trouble you to give me yours.”
The woman sighed as she started getting impatient, breaking the strand of white hair that she had been rubbing in her hands. ”Then I can only kill you,” she said.
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Zhan Beiye was in mid-air.
The stairs in front of him had exploded into slabs, and there was a shower of arrows targeting his back. He had his mother in his arms, so he only had one hand left to attack.
If he abandoned his mother and used the momentum to jump, he could very well avoid the pit and the arrows.
Yet he held his mother even tighter to himself and gave a loud holler.
”Up!”
With a kick, his foot picked up the stone slab that was falling. It was an entire piece of white marble slab, its length reaching a few meters and its mass nearing a tonne, yet he hooked it with only one foot and flung it into the air!
The slab flew towards the shower of arrows behind him. Even the sharpest arrow could not pierce through the strong stone, and the arrows all broke into segments. With these movements, Zhan Beiye inevitably started falling.
He was falling towards the pit filled with steel knives.
Zhan Beiye hollered once again.
”Stop!”
His holler was as loud as thunder, and it stunned the soldiers on the first step, who were armed with pikes and ready to stab him into the pit. In that split second, Zhan Beiye did a split, showing a degree of flexibility that was almost impossible to accomplish in mid-air. As he fell, he stacked his two legs on the rim of the pit, stopping his downfall.
Once Zhan Beiye steadied his body, he was as stable as a monolith that would not shift even under a tornado. As he looked up, he shot a solemn glare that hit the soldiers like heavy steel, causing them to suck in their breath.
Zhen Beiye's legs pushed against the rim and crossed, causing him to spiral in the air. With a grab, he snatched over ten odd pikes and flung them out towards the soldiers. In the midst of the whooshing noises of the pikes cutting through wind, the soldiers all flew back, clattering together in a mess while rolling and groaning on the floor. Then there were those who fell into the pit, who let out tragic screams as blood splattered all over. Zhan Beiye laughed at the sight, and stepping on the heads of these miserable people, he leaped towards the entrance of the palace.
However, more soldiers dashed out. The soldiers who were ordered by Zhan Nancheng to stay outside the palace formed rows of barriers to try to stop Zhan Beiye.
”Whoever blocks my way will die!”
Zhan Beiye always kept his words simple and did what he said. With a flash of his sword, he had already stabbed three people, leaving behind bloody marks. He smirked. ”I really love killing people. Thank you for providing your brains.”
His eyebrows and body were stained with blood and flesh; every slash of the sword had resulted in spurts after spurts of blood that scattered in the magnificent palace like a rainbow. Those soldiers who fell but had yet to die were mercilessly stepped on, causing their skulls to break, creating successive cracking sounds.
Organs and brains flowed in the pool of blood and broken bones.
Kill, to stop killing.
At that moment, Zhan Beiye no longer wanted to think about whether he was a part of Heaven Demon. He only knew that for every second they delayed him, Meng Fuyao would be placed in greater danger. Since whoever blocked his way would be an indirect murderer of Meng Fuyao, whoever stopped him would have to die!
The merciless slashes and celestial aura of a reincarnated God of War caused the soldiers' hearts to thump and their limbs to go weak. Though they dared not back off due to their responsibility, their attacks weakened, and many secretly retreated while attacking. Zhan Beiye showed no mercy, and in his dash he created a bloody path, allowing him to run into the Inner Palace.
Once he ran in, he noticed neither Zhan Nancheng nor the grey-clothed woman. He only saw Meng Fuyao's bloody appearance, her swollen lips, and even that broken finger which she tried to hide behind her sleeves.