"Master Priest."
The lieutenant held the priest back tightly, anxiously pleading, "Absolutely not! We mustn't betray Princess Ziyue's kindness! Please, sir, remember what Ziyue said before she left!"
The priest was taken aback.
If I unfortunately perish in battle, I beg the High Priest to bring the children back safely.
Upon hearing this, the priest gritted his teeth. He suddenly regretted his incompetence. He should have stepped in when Ziyue was about to make a move. How could he, an old man, send the hope of the younger generation to their deaths? How could he continue to serve as the high priest?
But as the deputy general said, if something were to happen to him now, the entire Four Saints Army would be finished!
Suddenly, an unprecedented sense of powerlessness washed over me. I never imagined that one day I would make such a helpless choice.
He sighed, and was about to announce the retreat when suddenly, the scene before him made him freeze.
That is--
"That's pretty ruthless." Quefeng frowned as she looked at the Ziyue in the sky, which was burning horribly.
Judging from the tone of the emperor's voice when he spoke to Ziyue, there was some affection in it. Yet his actions were so ruthless. The Yin Crow Flame burned people to the point of wanting to die, and the Golden Crow Flame was definitely not much worse. This kind of operation that only burned the flesh was probably more torturous than the corrosive effects of ten thousand poisons.
But what surprised him was Ziyue's condition.
Even amidst the flames, her face, burned beyond recognition, remained cold in her eyes. Though her mangled, bloodied face appeared distorted, her gaze remained remarkably calm.
There were no cries of anguish, no anger, only cold indifference; this person must be made of ice.
"As expected of my great sorcerer, he truly has backbone." The Imperial Capital with a hint of admiration.
"You're not the only one who's experienced suffering," Ziyue's cool voice still seeped from the flames. "In this terrible world, there's much more suffering you can't see."
Ziyue recalled the scenes of torture she had endured in the laboratory of the Warlock Dynasty.
Ah. There are some things she doesn't want to recall.
A member of the royal family, who actively participated in the Fusion and was loved by his people, but what was the result?
But he was secretly suffering torment.
Some high-ranking figures, fearing they were too dazzling and might lose control, seized this opportunity to completely destroy her mind. Many experiments wouldn't normally require such methods, but they used the pretext of forcing out the memories of their Reincarnator selves to employ extremely Human Dao methods against her.
Peeling off skin and pulling out tendons is child's play, not even a proper foreplay. The various methods, full of extreme humiliation, caused even the most resolute princess to break down and suffer a memory fragmentation.
Thinking about it, it really wasn't worth it, was it, Your Highness?
A cold laugh emanated from the flames, its chilling aura penetrating to the bone. Imperial Capital, surrounded by the Golden Crow Flame below, felt the bone-chilling cold, and a solemn look rose in his eyes.
This guy is probably no less dangerous than Kagura.
The feeling had just begun when, very suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air.
The speed was astonishing; even the speed-proud Quefeng was stunned.
How is that possible?
The eerie blackness, like illusory ink, transformed everything around Ziyue the moment it approached, as if it had turned into a landscape painting. The strange black ink enveloped Ziyue, and its ink-like blackness even strangely altered the domineering Golden Crow Flame.
The golden flames turned black and then transformed into the shape of a landscape painting. Although the details were subtle, it was merely a flame within a painting. As the painter, it was naturally incredibly easy for him to pluck the Ziyue, which was surrounded by flames.
A long black robe covered Ziyue's entire body, and a gentle power dissipated much of the coldness in her Moon Eye.
"Have I seen you before?" The emperor stepped forward, his aura overwhelming, the towering flames carrying boundless fighting spirit. Quefeng stood behind the emperor, like a dagger hidden in the shadows. As King Level being, whenever he struck, it was always the most deadly dagger. And now, with his last breath, he would obviously use the power he was most skilled in, which was the art of assassination.
The reason is simple: this guy is just too strange.
He had never seen anything like it before: someone who, despite not being at the King Level, possessed King Level speed, and was even comparable to his own current speed.
He had a feeling that this was probably the most troublesome opponent he had ever encountered!
The newcomer did not reply. When he looked up, he saw a face that blended yin and yang, none other than the mysterious celestial phenomenon that had severely injured Tian Heng.
"I believe I have seen you before." The other party did not reply, so the emperor continued, "Back then, when the King of Qin sealed the demon statue, some of his memories were lost during the sealing process. The explanation at the time was that a certain demon statue's special ability caused our memory loss, but I have always felt that's not the case. I believe that the King of Qin secretly left behind a certain demon statue."
"The means to erase our memories belonged to the King of Qin, not us. You... you were that golem back then, weren't you?"
The golem rose, Fusion black and white face still eerily unreadable, revealing no expression, but the emperor, who was being watched, tensed up completely.
This golem is dangerous, extremely dangerous. I was right, it's the one left behind by the King of Qin, there's no mistake, it is...
"Why is Your Majesty so nervous?" A voice that shifted between yin and yang came from the golem's mouth. It sounded very strange, carrying both the most masculine energy of a man and the most feminine tone of a woman. But it wasn't eerie; on the contrary, it was quite comforting. Yin and yang were in harmony, and the Four Symbols were in flux.
"Don't you keep a golem yourself?"
Upon hearing this, the emperor's eyes instantly turned cold, and without saying another word, he directly attacked the golem.
It still possessed that domineering aura, with its sweeping and powerful attack style. Each punch carried the most masculine power in the world, as if it wanted to completely melt the space where the opponent was located.
The emperor's moves were simple, but extremely fast, executed flawlessly from the initial stance to the final strike, making the Quefeng's heart pound.
Generally speaking, those who pursue speed cannot pursue the overall situation. Why is the assassin's path treacherous? Speed is power, a fact known to anyone who has studied physics. But why is he, who is called the fastest among King Level, portrayed as an assassin?
In this world, there are many martial arts mysteries that the designers themselves envisioned. The moves are not only for combat, but also contain the power of heaven and earth. The greater the power, the stronger the force. However, the faster the speed, the more difficult it is to create power. This is an extremely difficult contradiction to overcome. Anyone who can reconcile these is a grandmaster.
The reason why the Quefeng is skilled in the way of the assassin is because he knows that if he wants to maintain speed, he cannot generate any kind of momentum. The so-called way of the assassin is to abandon momentum and instead pursue extreme speed in a treacherous way. This is why others follow the great path of martial arts, while he follows the lesser path of assassination.
The saying that speed is the ultimate weapon in any skill is not applicable in this world.
The emperor's strength lies in the speed of his fortune. This is probably the smoothest and fastest fortune he has ever seen. He has never seen it before, not even among the top guild leaders. His fortune is so smooth and natural, as if it is the fortune he should have.
Faced with this near-perfect punch, the golem did not dodge. Instead, it held Ziyue in one arm and used the other to block the punch.
This guy... dares to take it head-on?
A hint of excitement flashed in the emperor's eyes. Since mastering his skills, no one had ever truly withstood a punch from him; they had all resorted to various tricks to dodge. He really wanted to know what kind of abilities this demonic statue hidden by the King of Qin possessed.
What exactly did the King of Qin of Qin intend to do with the pawns he left here?