My Junior Brother Changkong Has Emperor's Bearing

Xuan Ling's eyes widened as she stared at Lin Changkong, never understanding until her death why her peerless beauty hadn't moved him.

After all, there were plenty of men in the Mystic Moon Sect who wanted to be intimate with her.

But she no longer had the chance to figure it out. Her heart shattered, and her life quickly faded.

Lin Changkong drew the Crimson Flame Saber and, without a second glance, cut through Xuan Ling's body after she had opened her clothes.

This was the cultivation world, after all. Of course, improving one's strength was the most important thing. Where was there so much time for romance?

Did you think this was a romance novel?

The Demon Lord falls in love with me, the Immortal Lord falls in love with me, the Monster Lord falls in love with me too?

What a joke!

Zhou Yue's eyes widened, and her heart raced as she watched Lin Changkong decisively end Xuan Ling with a single strike.

She hadn't expected Lin Changkong to actually kill Xuan Ling. A Qi Gathering Sixth Level cultivator had defeated two Qi Gathering Seventh Level cultivators and one Qi Gathering Eighth Level cultivator in a higher-level battle.

If you added Shi Heihu and Zhang Heibao from before, he had killed four Qi Gathering Seventh Level cultivators today.

Even with the help of the Qi Replenishing Pill at the end, it was enough to prove Lin Changkong's terrifying power.

Moreover, when Xuan Ling used herself as bait to try and save her life, Zhou Yue honestly felt that even as a woman, she couldn't bear to see someone as beautiful as Xuan Ling treated that way.

Any ordinary man would probably be unable to move if they saw her. Xuan Ling was also famous in the Mystic Moon Sect for having many suitors.

But the beauty and figure that Xuan Ling was so proud of hadn't even earned a second glance from Lin Changkong. He had killed her with a single strike!

Junior brother... so fierce, so brutal!

However, from another perspective, it was enough to prove Lin Changkong's firm resolve.

With such resolve and the talent to advance one realm per day, what did this signify?

A thought popped into Zhou Yue's mind: My junior brother Changkong possesses the bearing of an Emperor!

"Senior Sister Zhou, are you alright?"

After killing Xuan Ling, Lin Changkong turned around, helped Zhou Yue up, and asked.

Zhou Yue replied, "I'm fine. I was just ambushed and injured, not too seriously. I just don't know how Hong Ye is doing. Since people from the Mystic Moon Sect appeared here, they must have gotten our news before making a move.

We were surrounded, so Hong Ye is likely being surrounded too. We need to find her quickly."

Lin Changkong had already considered this. Without any hesitation, he had Zhou Yue stay to guard the supplies he found, while he himself immediately pursued in the direction Hong Ye and Zhao Heilong had left.

In the mountain ravine, the sounds of clashing weapons, "ding ding ding ding," echoed endlessly, and spiritual energy surged like waves.

Hong Ye's face was pale, and several bloodstains had appeared on her body. Her spiritual energy was visibly nearing depletion.

Before her, Zhao Heilong and Xuan Ming both had icy expressions and looked on with amusement.

"Hong Ye, why bother wasting time? Your stubbornness won't change the final outcome. But if you willingly kneel and beg for mercy, perhaps I can be momentarily soft-hearted and consider letting you go."

Xuan Ming said with a mocking laugh. With the combined strength of two Qi Gathering Eighth Level cultivators, Zhao Heilong and himself, Hong Ye, although strong, had been worn down to her limit.

In fact, if Xuan Ming hadn't deliberately intended to humiliate Hong Ye and play a cat-and-mouse game, it was uncertain whether Hong Ye could have lasted this long.

Now, Hong Ye was at the end of her rope, her spiritual energy completely depleted, while Xuan Ming had barely expended any. There was no way she could win anymore.

Zhao Heilong also chuckled coldly, licking his lips, revealing a perverted and sinister smile.

"Little slut, if you have a chance, you should be sensible. Considering your skin is indeed quite lovely, as long as you kneel down today and let us have a good time, this grandpa can still spare your life and let you enjoy yourself under me every day from now on.

As long as you're sensible, I guarantee you'll experience ecstasy, hahahaha..."

Hong Ye's face turned icy, and she berated, "Even if I die, I will not let something as filthy as you defile me!"

Zhao Heilong wasn't angered. Instead, he revealed an even more perverted smile and said sinisterly, "Heh heh, you think just because you're dead, I can't have my way with you?

Even if you're dead, you still have your corpse. I can still play with it, hahahaha..."

Hong Ye was so enraged that her palms trembled slightly. If Xuan Ming hadn't suddenly appeared, she would have already killed Zhao Heilong. But now, with this unexpected turn of events, she was in a desperate situation.

Thinking that Lin Changkong and Zhou Yue had likely also died at the hands of the Mystic Moon Sect, Hong Ye's eyes turned completely red.

"Kill!"

The next second, she let out a furious roar and charged at Zhao Heilong with her sword.

She knew she had no chance of winning, so the best course of action was to go for an exchange, even if it meant dying, she would take one with her.

Zhao Heilong was furious. "You ungrateful wretch! Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Zhao Heilong swung his saber, unleashing several slashes. Hong Ye fought with all her might, but ultimately succumbed to her lack of spiritual energy. She was sent flying by a saber strike from Zhao Heilong. If she hadn't blocked with her long sword, her life would have been in grave danger.

Having gained the upper hand, Zhao Heilong stepped forward with his saber, intending to finish her off.

"Little slut, die!"

Zhao Heilong brought his saber down, aiming directly for Hong Ye's neck. With this strike, Hong Ye would be decapitated.

But at this very moment, a scorching saber energy swept through the air, like a blazing sun, slashing towards Zhao Heilong.

Zhao Heilong was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly changed the direction of his saber and slashed at the incoming saber energy.

"Who's there?"

He looked up, but before he could see anyone, even fiercer blade energy, now connected into a continuous stream, came flying at him one after another.

Zhao Heilong roared, slashing out seven or eight times, blocking the blade energy. His feet had already retreated two zhang, and even with both hands gripping his saber, he could feel his tiger mouth aching and his wrists going numb.

"Such powerful blade energy!"

Before he could even figure out what was happening, the moment he blocked the searing blade energy, a broad saber, like a tombstone, swept in from behind it.

Spirit energy transformed into scorching flames, the blade carrying the force of a thousand jun!

Zhao Heilong's pupils constricted.

So fast!

In a flash, there was no time to swing his saber; he could only raise it vertically to block in front of him.

"Clang!"

Blade met blade, emitting a shattering sound. Zhao Heilong was jolted sideways, his footing unsteady, almost falling.

Before he could regain his balance, the second strike followed.

"Clang!"

With another sound, Zhao Heilong's saber cracked. Searing blade energy erupted from the fiery blade, sweeping out like a gale, instantly engulfing his entire body.

"Ah—"

A sharp scream rang out as dozens of blade energies struck his body, unavoidable, nowhere to hide!

Zhao Heilong felt a searing heat penetrate his body, his form trembling, the pain unbearable.

Then the blade energy dissipated. Zhao Heilong's body shuddered, as if he wanted to move his leg to leave, but as soon as he moved, his body suddenly split apart, scattering on the ground.

As his head rolled, he saw behind the flame-like blade, a handsome face revealed itself.

But it was cold, domineering, and ferocious!

His last thought flashed through his mind: "How... is it him!"