So...
He had to end the battle within three minutes, then kill himself before he completely lost his mind. Only then could he avoid harming the princess.
Protecting was Fengyuan Deathsworn Zheng's ultimate mission. He was a killing weapon born to guard.
Now, the time had come for him to devote himself to the Empire.
There was not the slightest attachment to life in Zheng's eyes, only calm acceptance.
The armor over his entire body suddenly expanded slightly, and thin streams of white air seeped from within it.
"Zheng! Stop! I order you—stop!"
At the sight of this, Ying Lin'er seemed to recall a piece of research material from her memories and shook her head forcefully.
Those once-lively eyes now revealed anger and helplessness.
"..." Zheng remained silent as the airflow only grew stronger.
"This is an order!"
Ying Lin'er struggled to her feet, turned, and charged backward.
The armor dropped in an instant. Zheng spun around and leaped out to block Ying Lin'er, dropping to one knee. "No."
The burly man answered stubbornly. Everything he stood for was made clear in those two words.
Dim green light flickered.
Mu Fan's gaze shifted from Zheng to Ying Lin'er.
"So you do have some humanity after all. There are times when you're not afraid of death."
"Princess..."
"You tricked me completely. Ji Ying was probably a fake name too, wasn't it?"
At that moment, shock finally flashed through Ying Lin'er's exceptionally beautiful eyes. Her frost-covered lashes strained upward as she stared fixedly at him.
"You are..."
"...the traitor... Mu Fan. Do you remember?" His icy voice continued from where she left off, his eyes brimming with bone-deep hatred.
Holding the Warp Light Sickle Blade in his right hand, he looked toward Ying Lin'er. A murderous aura instantly condensed throughout the space.