My Junior Brother Changkong Has an Emperor's Bearing

Xuan Ling stared at Lin Changkong with her eyes wide open. Until her death, she could not understand why her peerless beauty had failed to stir his heart.

Back in the Mystic Moon Sect, countless men had wanted to sleep with her.

But she no longer had the chance to figure it out. Her heart had been crushed, and her life quickly ebbed away.

Lin Changkong pulled out the Crimson Flame Saber without sparing even a glance for Xuan Ling's body, whose clothes had been torn open.

This was the world of cultivation. Of course, improving one's strength was what mattered most. Who had so much time to waste on love and romance?

Did you think this was some female-oriented story?

The Demon Venerable fell in love with me, the Immortal Venerable fell in love with me, and even the Demon Venerable fell in love with me?

What a joke!

When Zhou Yue saw Lin Changkong so decisively end Xuan Ling with a single slash, her eyes widened and her heart began to race.

She had not expected Lin Changkong to truly kill Xuan Ling. At Qi Gathering Sixth Level, he had crossed realms to kill two Qi Gathering Seventh Level cultivators and one Qi Gathering Eighth Level cultivator.

Adding Shi Heihu and Zhang Heibao from earlier, he had killed four Qi Gathering Seventh Level cultivators today.

Even with the help of a Qi Replenishing Pill at the end, it was more than enough to prove how terrifying Lin Changkong was.

Moreover, Xuan Ling had used herself as bait in a last attempt to stay alive. Speaking fairly, Zhou Yue felt that even she, as a woman, could not bear to see someone as beautiful as Xuan Ling in such a state.

Any ordinary man who saw her would probably be unable to move his feet. Even within the Mystic Moon Sect, Xuan Ling had been famous for having countless admirers.

Yet the looks and figure Xuan Ling had taken such pride in had not even earned a second glance from Lin Changkong. He had simply killed her with one stroke!

Junior Brother... was truly fierce. Truly ruthless!

But looking at it from another angle, it also proved that Lin Changkong possessed an unwavering heart.

With such a disposition, along with the talent to advance one realm a day, what did that mean?

A thought surfaced in Zhou Yue's heart: My Junior Brother Changkong has an Emperor's Bearing!

"Senior Sister Zhou, how are you?"

After killing Xuan Ling, Lin Changkong turned back, helped Zhou Yue to her feet, and asked.

Zhou Yue said, "I'm fine. I was only injured when they ambushed us; it isn't too serious. I just don't know how Hong Ye is doing now. Since people from the Mystic Moon Sect appeared here, they must have learned of our whereabouts before making their move.

We were surrounded and attacked, so Hong Ye may very well be under siege too. We have to find her quickly."

Lin Changkong had already considered this, so without any hesitation, he had Zhou Yue stay behind to guard the supplies he had found while he immediately pursued in the direction Hong Ye and Zhao Heilong had gone earlier.

Within the mountain ravine, the clanging of weapons rang without cease. Spiritual energy howled like surging waves.

Hong Ye's face was deathly pale. Several bloody gashes had appeared on her body, and her spiritual energy was on the verge of running dry.

Before her, Zhao Heilong and Xuan Ming both wore icy expressions, their faces full of mockery.

"Hong Ye, why waste time? Your stubborn refusal to see reason will not change the final outcome. But if you kneel and beg for mercy on your own, perhaps I may soften my heart for a moment and consider sparing your life."

Xuan Ming sneered mockingly. He and Zhao Heilong, two Qi Gathering Eighth Level cultivators, had joined forces. Though Hong Ye was strong, she had already been drained to the limit.

In fact, if Xuan Ming had not deliberately wanted to humiliate Hong Ye and play a game of cat and mouse, it was uncertain whether she could have held on until now.

By this point, Hong Ye was already an arrow at the end of its flight. Her spiritual energy was exhausted, while Xuan Ming had expended very little. No matter what, she could no longer have any chance of victory.

Zhao Heilong also let out a sinister chuckle. He licked his lips, revealing a perverse and chilling smile.

"Little wench, since we're giving you a chance, you'd better know which way the wind blows. Seeing as that skin of yours is truly tender and lovely, as long as you kneel today and let us enjoy ourselves properly, this grandpa can still spare your life and let you enjoy yourself beneath me every day from now on.

As long as you know which way the wind blows, I guarantee I'll make you crave death and bliss like an immortal then. Hahahaha..."

Hong Ye's face turned ice-cold as she snapped, "Even if I, Hong Ye, die, I will never let filthy things like you defile me!"

Rather than getting angry, Zhao Heilong displayed an even more twisted smile. He said gloomily, "Heh heh, do you think I can't play with you once you're dead?

If you die, won't there still be a corpse? I can play with that all the same. Hahahaha..."

Hong Ye's hand trembled slightly with rage. If Xuan Ming had not suddenly appeared, she would have killed Zhao Heilong long ago. Yet this sudden change had arisen, turning everything into a hopeless dead end.

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

"Kill!"

The next second, she shouted in fury and charged at Zhao Heilong with her sword raised.

She knew she had no chance of winning. The best option was to push herself to the limit and trade one life for one. Even if she died, she would drag someone down with her.

Zhao Heilong flew into a rage. "You insolent thing! Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Zhao Heilong swung his great saber and slashed several times in succession. Hong Ye fought with all her strength, but in the end, her lack of spiritual energy overcame her. She was sent flying by one slash from Zhao Heilong. Had her longsword not blocked it, her life would have been in grave danger.

Having succeeded with one blow, Zhao Heilong advanced with his saber, intending to wipe her out completely.

"Little wench, die!"

Zhao Heilong brought his saber down toward Hong Ye's neck. Once that strike landed, her head would be separated from her body.

But at that very instant, a searing saber aura swept through the air, pressing down like a blazing sun flying toward Zhao Heilong.

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

"Who is it?"

He looked up, but before he could even see a figure, even fiercer saber aura had already come at him in an unbroken stream.

Zhao Heilong shouted and slashed seven or eight times in rapid succession, blocking the saber aura. Yet his feet had already retreated more than twenty feet. Even gripping his saber with both hands, he still felt a sharp pain in the web between his thumb and forefinger, his wrists going numb.

"What powerful saber aura!"

Before he could make sense of the situation, the instant he blocked the blazing saber aura, a massive saber as broad as a gravestone swept out from behind it.

Spiritual energy transformed into searing flames, and the blade carried the force of a thousand jun!

Zhao Heilong's pupils shrank.

So fast!

In a flash of lightning and spark, there was no time to swing his saber. He could only raise it before himself to block.

Clang!

The blades collided with an explosive boom. Zhao Heilong was sent sliding sideways, his footing unsteady, nearly falling over.

Before he could regain his balance, the second slash arrived on the heels of the first.

Clang!

Another ringing crash sounded. Zhao Heilong's great saber shattered, and searing saber aura erupted from the fiery-red blade. Like a gale sweeping through, it instantly engulfed his entire body.

"Aah—"

A shrill scream rang out as dozens of saber auras struck his body. There was nowhere to evade, nowhere to hide!

Zhao Heilong felt only scorching energy piercing through his body. His figure shook violently, the pain so intense he could not endure it.

Then the saber aura dispersed. Zhao Heilong's body trembled, and he seemed to want to lift a leg and leave. But the moment he moved, his body suddenly split into pieces and scattered across the ground.

As his head rolled away, he saw a handsome face emerge from behind that saber blade, red as blazing flames.

Cold, domineering, and ruthless!

One final thought surfaced in his mind: How... could it be him!