Free Web NovelChapter 2573: Chapter 125: Mortal Defier of Fate
Qiao Country, Yang Mansion.
A flagpole was erected in the mansion, with a naked woman hanging from it—the protector of Qiao Country, the Lady of Hundred Flowers, Min Youning.
Once charming and beautiful, now withered and decayed, old and hideous. A lifetime of loving beauty and seeking fragrance, only at this moment could she accept her aging.
At the base of the towering flagpole lay the corpses and blood of the entire Yang Mansion.
A middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe trembled as he embraced the naked corpse, draping his clothes over it.
With a piercing voice, he roared at the Imperial City: "If I can’t kill Yang Chongzu, I swear I won’t be a king!"
Squad after squad of cavalry sped past the gates of the Yang Mansion, kicking up clouds of dust!
Silence lingered in the Valley Battle and in the fall of Dan Country.
On this day, in Qiao—a country where most tried to remain unnoticed—a massive army was mobilized, patrolling all its borders, hunting Yang Chongzu across the world!
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Huff, huff...
Yang Chongzu briefly relaxed his body, breathing softly.
Listening to the distant sound of the Mounted Army’s drums fading away.
Holding the prime stone in his left hand, leisurely replenishing his Path Origin.
Without forgetting to use his right index finger to tweak his forehead hair.
He had taken Yang Chongzu’s identity and also adopted some of Yang Chongzu’s habits.
Destroying the Min Family, then the Yang Family, killing Min Youning, and breaking through the government capture, all the while having orchestrated years of hidden schemes, inciting turmoil across Qiao Country! After several bloody battles provoking attacks on the Qiao Country’s Imperial Palace, causing military chaos, finally breaking out from the Qiao Country’s Imperial City...
To achieve all this with Yang Chongzu’s body, especially without any support from his flawless original body, was impossible without getting hurt.
And the injuries were severe.
But the flesh body’s pain only made him calmer.
The extreme hatred had already been aroused.
Now and henceforth, there was only one thing to do—using the land of Qiao Country as a cage, to stage a nationwide survival battle.
Very dangerous, yet the thrill matched the danger!
And those hatreds could help plant seeds of malice, allowing him to seize the life-and-death crisis’s intensity at critical moments, creating escape opportunities anytime.
"Ah, caught you."
Such a voice suddenly sounded beside his ear, a voice that could be described as beautiful in any sense.
It appeared so abruptly but made people willingly accept it.
This voice then asked, "So may I ask, are you Zhang Linchuan?"
Yang Chongzu swiftly turned around, simultaneously drawing his blade.
He had not seen the person, but he intended to kill first.
A snow-white blade streak, like a silver dragon emerging from the water, suddenly appeared in the sky.
So clear and decisive, cutting through hesitation.
The life-and-death wrist-sleeve blade was exposed!
Then he saw...
A stunning beauty with impeccable charm and disposition, looking over with a charming smile; her features could even be described as a measure of beauty!
Her five fingers were also flawless, slender yet perfectly proportioned, each descending to tightly grip Yang Chongzu’s sleeve blade, as thin as a cicada’s wings.
Force, intention, power, and spiritual sense clashed madly in this limited space. The intense energy generated only exploded a hundred meters away.
If you have seen this woman’s appearance, you would never forget.
It was truly the greatest beauty of Great Chu, Ye Laner!
Yang Chongzu certainly had intelligence on this person; studying Chu Country would naturally involve studying Great Chu’s greatest beauty.
But why was it Ye Laner?
Why had he been discovered?
Why here?
In this instant, he thought of countless things. A strong, ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
And in the next moment, this premonition became reality.
He felt his body and soul, connected through the sleeve blade, imprisoned by the vast power belonging to Ye Laner.
He felt a hand, which approached unnoticed and suddenly pressed against his back, then pierced through in an instant, and grasped his heart!
All his muscles tensed abruptly, looking down in shock to note the hand penetrating his heart was wearing a black leather glove.
He turned his head back and saw someone all too familiar—
Though the face was veiled in light gauze, revealing only a pair of eyes.
But how could he forget the captivating allure within them?
Old friend, old colleague!
Yang Chongzu’s expression turned peculiar, unable to hold back his laughter: "Hahaha, searched everywhere but couldn’t find, my Holy Daughter, you were hiding in the Sanfen Xiangqi Tower! Hahaha—"
His laughter abruptly stopped.
Because his heart had already been crushed to pieces.
The five mansions that appeared to stir finally calmed, collapsing one by one.
Why did he laugh? What else did he want to say?
It doesn’t matter.
Mei Yue, with her face veiled, reached to take that slender sleeve blade, squatted down, grabbed Yang Chongzu’s hair bun with one hand, and casually sliced his head off.
The expected spray of blood was stopped by some invisible force.
She stood up and handed the head forward: "You want to negotiate with him, isn’t it better to take this head?"
Ye Laner took the head with a smile on her lips, scrutinizing it with the eyes of someone examining a gift.
In a melodious voice, she said: "So is this considered your favor or mine?"
"Consider it yours."
Mei Yue took off her already dirty gloves, tossing them onto the headless corpse, then turned and left alone.
Ye Laner, a bit puzzled, watched her, that graceful silhouette clearly in view yet seemingly distant already.
Then she smiled, turned, and also disappeared.
About half a moment later, a brutal-looking man crashed down from the distant sky.
