Chapter Forty-One: The Past of Zhao Kang, the Heroic King

After leaving the prince’s residence, Ye Cheng took Su Chan and drove away. After half an hour on the road, Ye Cheng glanced at Su Chan in the passenger seat, noticing her uneasy demeanor. Unaware of the true reason for her restlessness, he assumed she was still troubled by the identity of the prince they had just met, so he asked, “Stop fidgeting…”

The Iron Halberd Marquis let out a mournful cry, but there was simply no time to intervene as seven or eight attacks bore down on him at once.

Ye Shao suddenly looked up, startled by the chill in Rong Ting’s eyes. There was a hint of coldness so rarely seen on Rong Ting’s face—it was clear that someone was about to be in serious trouble.

And based on the authority Xu Yufang held, she didn’t really have the power to deal with Nuan Nuan’s three brothers.

She had painstakingly taught him how to smile; if she were to simply abandon it all now, wouldn’t it make her kindness go to waste?

In the distance, other members of the Lin family heard Hua Gang’s insults and their faces darkened with anger, but their abilities were too meager to stand against him.

Song Zhen cast her a cool glance, and Ji Qian’s words caught in her throat; she dared not retort any further.

Fu Qiuyi was stunned—she hadn’t expected the usually rigid Song Zhen to draw such a clear line with a joke. She marveled at how much he’d changed, but also felt a pang of loss at being so firmly and unequivocally rejected.

Blood Sky Dome’s cultivation was simply too profound, his spiritual power formidable. Combined with his deep understanding and precautions regarding the Nether Demon Eye, he was completely immune to its effects.

The force grew ever stronger as a sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng’s eyes. He threw a punch, and instantly a massive palm imprint shot forth—so unstable it seemed on the verge of shattering at any moment.

Old Master Rong let out a long sigh, only regretting his decision after the fact. He had only wished for Rong Ting to soar higher and further—was that truly a mistake?

He sighed as he called out, his voice imbued with the exhaustion of years. In that single utterance, four years of longing and hardship flooded forth, the weight of time and helplessness making her heart ache involuntarily.

“What’s the use of being upset? Should I fight Min Xiaoying? And even if I did, could I win?” That was the real question.

Zhao Yi’s chest pocket flipped open, and a golden badge fell into his hand. The four gilded letters—Senarius—seemed to scorch the eyes of everyone present, forcing them to take a step back.

“You… you’re awake?” Her cry of pain roused Fang Jinghao, and for a moment, unrestrained joy and excitement lit up his face. He couldn’t help but want to reach out and hold her.

This operation had been meticulously planned by him and the elders of his sect. They had been confident of success, or at the very least, had never expected so many setbacks. Yet now, nothing was going as intended.

After waiting a long while with no reaction from him, Yu Zi shifted aside slightly, casting a sidelong, suspicious, and scrutinizing glance at him.

Blue Diamond Tears finally stopped crying. Her palms were strewn with sorrowful petals, each one shattering her rainbow-like dream bit by bit. Gradually, she found herself sinking into the love story of Apollo and Daphne.

Once the two of them entered the house, Lin Wei closed the door and turned to Xu Yi, who suddenly spoke. Lin Wei, caught off guard, took a moment to react.

“Yes.” Although Daoist Wuxuan appeared ill-tempered, with True Daoist Zhenhang’s orders and the authority he held—second only to Zhenhang in the whole sect—he was the only choice for this mission.

“That’s right, we need to kill them all this afternoon.” Chen Bin nodded, took a few spears from the corner, handed them to Bian Ce and Chen Sheng, and kept one for himself.