549 A single, powerful strike defeats the Demon King! (Bonus chapter for 85,000 recommended votes)
Updated: 2014-01-10 21:45:04 Word Count: 3476
Luo Zhiheng was terrified by the Great Demon King's gaze. As if she had realized something, she roared, "You dare!"
The Great Demon King looked up and laughed fiercely: "What wouldn't I dare to do? This isn't my body!"
After saying that, the Great Demon King stopped what he was doing, pointed at a sword on the ground, and the sword immediately flew into his hand. He raised the hand that couldn't shake off the whip, raised the sword with the other hand, and smiled despicably and cruelly at Luo Zhiheng.
His actions and intentions were obvious, and everyone around him couldn't bear to watch any longer. Luo Zhiheng screamed with bloodshot eyes, "You're not allowed to hurt Yun He! You have no right!"
The Great Demon King laughed cruelly and brought his sword down viciously. The sword severed Mu Yunhe's arm with almost no room for maneuver. From then on, even if Mu Yunhe returned and the Great Demon King died, Mu Yunhe would still be left with a lifelong scar.
Luo Zhiheng screamed and charged forward recklessly. If it weren't for the demonic woman desperately stopping her, she would have actually made it to the top.
At that critical moment, a whooshing sound came from somewhere, followed by a flurry of arrows. Luo Zhiheng's eyes widened as she saw arrows raining down from all sides around the Great Demon King, heading straight for Mu Yunhe. Although the Great Demon King could do without his hands, his instincts kicked in, and he reacted quickly to the danger, managing to dodge the arrows. The rain of arrows temporarily thwarted his plan to cut off his arm.
Luo Zhiheng was still shaken. She looked up blankly and saw Prince Mu slowly lowering a bow, while the emperor and his ministers were also looking in their direction. The soldiers were still holding their bows and arrows, ready to fire at any moment.
Thank goodness, Luo Zhiheng was so grateful she wanted to cry. If it weren't for them, Mu Yunhe would probably have lost a hand by now.
She hated the Great Demon King even more: "You will die a horrible death! I will not let you go!"
"Count me in, neither I nor the Mu Dynasty will let him go!" The emperor's voice rang out, powerful and resounding, once again filled with the majesty and domineering presence of a sovereign.
The Great Demon King, enduring his physical discomfort, seized the opportunity amidst the chaos to fling Luo Zhiheng away. The whip finally landed in his hand. He landed on the ground, coldly mocking, "Not let go? You think you can? This entire capital is now filled with my men, and even the soldiers at each city gate obey my commands. You bunch of old and young, you think you can fight me? Ha! I'm not laughing at you, but I simply won't wage war against you. I'll just starve you to death, wear you down, and wait for you to slowly die of hunger. I can wait that long! You no longer have the right to oppose me! You no longer have the right to say you won't let go! Because you don't have the ability!"
Upon hearing the Demon King's words, everyone was plunged into another wave of despair.
Because his words were true! Their tragedy was sealed the moment they were besieged in the palace. Bound like this, the palace would gradually become a ghost town! They couldn't seek outside help, their chances of victory against their enemy were less than 30%, and they lacked the resources to fight the Great Demon King! They were trapped like turtles in a jar on their own soil; they were like caged beasts, and any further resistance or persistence would be futile. Death seemed inevitable!
Luo Zhiheng clenched her fists. That damned demon king! At such a crucial moment, he dared to utter such demoralizing words. Without will and perseverance, with morale shattered, they would become a disorganized mob, and the final outcome would be predictable—they would surely die. Because before they even fought, they had already lost!
In the deathly silence, only the Great Demon King's wild and unrestrained laughter could be heard. Luo Zhiheng and Mu Yunjin clenched their fists but could not find a single word to refute him.
But just as that arrogant laughter reached its loudest point, a deep, resonant voice, accompanied by deafening echoes, swiftly descended like a sharp, powerful sword, crashing down from the sky and exploding on the ground with a deafening roar and an aura of absolute dominance: "They lack the ability, but I do! They lack the qualifications, but I do! You can trap them to death, and I can trap you to death too! Arrogant brat, do you dare to exchange blows with me!"
The sound came with overwhelming force, fierce and menacing, giving people an invisible sense of oppressive power, as if bloodlust was rising and killing intent was about to erupt. The sound came from all directions, elusive and unpredictable, seemingly near yet far.
Upon hearing this sound, everyone was jolted awake. It was as if a blow could wake them up, sobering them from their despair and despair. It seemed that their despair had been shattered, and they were no longer afraid, their eyes clear as they looked around.
Upon hearing this voice, the Great Demon King had only one feeling...
trembling!
It was a tremor that came from the very soul! This voice pierced straight to the heart. The Great Demon King was exceptionally sensitive to matters of the soul, and he knew that this person was a formidable enemy! His expression did not change as before, but this time his face changed drastically, not pale, but ashen! And there was a faint fear in it.
Why is everything going so wrong? Three years ago, it was the diviner Mu Yunhe who stopped him, and now, three years later, someone who seems even more powerful than Mu Yunhe has appeared? Even if he can fight this person, what are his chances of winning and escaping unscathed?
Who is this person? Who exactly is he?
In that instant, the Great Demon King even considered fleeing immediately, because he knew this person hadn't arrived yet; the voice had reached him, but the person hadn't come. He definitely had a chance to leave. But he was unwilling, unwilling to give up everything he was about to gain, and even more unwilling to leave without even meeting this person. Perhaps he wasn't entirely incapable of dealing with this person?
After all, the voice of that person just now carried the power to suppress the soul, but that person himself might not be any remarkable person!
The Great Demon King thought this, but his steps involuntarily took a step backward.
However, the voice rang out again in the air, sounding both mocking and contemptuous: "Demons, are you a race that cowers in fear when faced with a powerful enemy? If so, I understand. You are not worthy to fight me!"
Such a familiar phrase, contemptuous and sarcastic, utterly disdainful! Not long ago, didn't Luo Zhiheng say the same thing? Insulting the demon race!
The Demon King halted, his face contorted in a grimace. He was the pride of the demon race; he would not back down. This man, he would take him!
"How could I possibly spar with a nobody who's hiding his head and tail? If you have the guts, show yourself. I want to see what kind of audacious bastard dares to cross me." The Great Demon King said arrogantly and contemptuously.
A faint, rain-like sound began to emanate from the air, growing louder and louder, but it wasn't the sound of heavy rain; instead, it was a buzzing, rumbling noise. Everyone was bewildered and panicked, while the Great Demon King's face grew increasingly serious and gloomy.
Buzz—
Suddenly, a violent gust of wind swept through, whipping up dust and filling the air with the slow, pungent smell of blood. Unable to see anything clearly, people closed their eyes, but in that instant, a deafening buzzing sound erupted, followed by a muffled thud, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly. When the sound subsided, people hurriedly opened their eyes, waving their arms, trying to see what had caused the sudden gust of wind and what had made the ground tremble.
As the smoke and dust finally dissipated, people searched everywhere. Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise, and everyone looked over. There, on the open ground beneath the city wall, stood a massive sword, planted straight into the ground, right in front of the Great Demon King! The sword seemed to be made of black iron, its entire body pitch black, heavy and thick. It appeared to be engraved with patterns, and it was over a meter long, over a foot wide, and more than a hundred times thicker than a normal sword. This sword looked extremely heavy, and the blood groove on the blade was filled with the stench of blood.
The moment this knife appeared, bloodshed seemed to follow. The blade itself exuded killing intent, standing proudly with unyielding strength, just like its master—cold, arrogant, fiercely determined, and brimming with murderous aura!
Everyone was shocked and wondered who this knife-wielding man was. But they were also very excited because the knife was stuck right in front of the Great Demon King. Even the Great Demon King couldn't dodge it!
Aren't you arrogant? Aren't you ruthless killers? How come you can't dodge a knife? People seemed to see a glimmer of hope for survival.
None of the ministers recognized the knife, except for the prime minister. When the emperor, the prime minister, and Prince Mu saw the knife, their faces invariably showed first astonishment, then shock, and finally, ecstatic joy!
Because of this person, no one expected that he would return at such a crucial moment and appear in such a shocking way!
Luo Zhiheng had been protected by Yao Niang and Mu Yunjin and retreated to a relatively safe place, but they were still shocked by the power of the knife. Luo Zhiheng had just recovered from her injuries and was injured by the Great Demon King's violent rotation. So what others felt was a slight tremor, but for her it was a burden.
Her face was pale, but she bit her lip tightly, not knowing whether the person who came was friend or foe, and she dared not relax.
But the person seemed to have vanished as soon as he put down a knife, and everyone held their breath in tension.
After waiting for a while, even the Great Demon King remained silent, alertly sensing the presence of that person. Luo Zhiheng, however, finally couldn't hold on any longer and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Just then, in the silence that seemed like a dead city, a deep male voice suddenly rang out, sounding both anxious and uncertain, less imposing and bloodthirsty, and more gentle: "You're injured... Heng'er?"
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550th Army, Grand Marshal, Loge!
Updated: 2014-01-11 20:14:38 Word Count: 4678
The single word "Heng'er" caused everyone's eyes to widen in bewilderment. Those who knew the name were naturally equally astonished. Even Luo Zhiheng herself froze, raising her head warily without responding.
The man, seemingly growing increasingly anxious at receiving no response, spoke in a louder, colder voice: "Are you injured? Did this beast hurt you?"
This time he didn't hesitate, but Luo Zhiheng found it strange. She asked in a slightly cold voice, "May I ask who you are?"
"Your Excellency?" the man repeated hesitantly, his voice heavy and tense.
The Demon King stood frozen in shock. In that split second, it wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but that he couldn't. The blade carried a tremendous stench of blood and possessed a power capable of suppressing the soul; he couldn't dodge, he couldn't even move. But he wouldn't give up so easily. Since his soul couldn't leave the sheath, he fought with all his might to dodge even the slightest bit.
Now everyone sees the knife in front of him, but they don't know that if he hadn't desperately retreated just a little bit, he would definitely be dead by now!
Who is it? Who exactly is this person?!
The Great Demon King was filled with shock and anger. He coldly interrupted the man's conversation with Luo Zhiheng and said viciously, "You cowardly coward! What will you do if I hurt her? You only know how to hurt people from behind. I think you're nothing special."
After the Demon King finished speaking, he suddenly lost all contact with the mysterious man. He became wary and suddenly looked at Luo Zhiheng with a sinister gaze. In the blink of an eye, he rushed towards Luo Zhiheng with incredible speed and unexpectedness. His intentions were clear, and everyone was shocked.
Mu Yunjin rushed out to resist, but was utterly defeated! The Great Demon King easily tossed her aside and headed straight for Luo Zhiheng. The Demoness gently sent Luo Zhiheng flying a short distance with a single palm strike, then flew to meet her. After only three moves, the Demoness was defeated and kicked away by the Great Demon King.
The Great Demon King hurtled towards Luo Zhiheng, but Luo Zhiheng remained calm and refused to surrender. She stood there, coldly watching the Great Demon King approach. "Come on, come on," she thought, "only when you walk right into my trap will the World King have a chance to prove himself."
Just as the Great Demon King was about to grab Luo Zhiheng's neck with his palm, a furious roar suddenly erupted from behind Luo Zhiheng: "How dare you!"
In the blink of an eye, people only felt a figure appear from behind Luo Zhiheng at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Luo Zhiheng and confronted the Great Demon King.
Amidst the rising dust, people heard a continuous series of loud bangs, accompanied by countless sparks. Miraculously, Luo Zhiheng's body slowly rose up and hovered in mid-air, far away from the dust.
Luo Zhiheng was more shocked than anyone else. Only she knew how she felt at that moment. It wasn't that she was flying, but that someone was making her fly. The uncontrolled ascent made her anxious. She couldn't see the battle situation below clearly, but it was obviously very serious, and the sight made her dizzy.
The chaos of the battle lasted only a moment before the Great Demon King roared through gritted teeth, "How could you possibly know the martial arts of the Heavenly Palace? Who are you?!"
Upon hearing this, the emperor and his entourage, who already knew who the visitor was, all changed their expressions drastically, their eyes filled with astonishment. They were all very familiar with that person; how could he possibly have any connection with the Divination Palace? What kind of place was the Divination Palace? How could that person, a mere warrior, possibly have any connection with it? Moreover, there hadn't been a single clue for so many years.
But since the person who could make the Great Demon King so angry and nervous was someone the Great Demon King had said, they had no choice but to believe it.
"I'm the executioner who will send you to the Western Paradise!" A powerful voice suddenly boomed out, full of domineering and banditry.
As the dust gradually settled, figures appeared and disappeared within the thin layer of dust. Suddenly, one figure was punched and sent flying backward by another. The one who flew backward was none other than the Great Demon King!
Everyone's eyes lit up; the oppressive and fearful feeling they had just experienced vanished instantly. They were all invigorated, some even cheering. Meanwhile, the ministers who had previously remained loyal to the Great Demon King were dumbfounded. The Great Demon King was defeated; they were doomed. Had they bet on the wrong horse?!
As the dust settled, they were all eager to see who this mysterious figure was. When the dust finally cleared, they saw a burly man in golden armor with his back to them, his hands raised, seemingly about to catch Luo Zhiheng.
Luo Zhiheng stared blankly at the man's face. His toughness and domineering aura were deeply etched on his face. His deep eyes seemed to bear countless vicissitudes and loneliness. Those eyes should have witnessed countless life and death and bloodshed. They should be full of coldness and ruthlessness. But at this moment, when he looked up at her, his gaze was gentle, loving, and heartbroken!
Luo Zhiheng felt as if her head had completely exploded at the first sound!
From that corner of her memory that had never been mentioned, never been explored, fragments and pieces of information quickly surfaced: tender care, doting affection, lecturing and scolding, helpless heartache—all those images were of this man! This man's companionship and care for a little girl from childhood to adulthood.
There are only a few scenes, and the transitions between them are extremely abrupt, with a large gap in the timeline between the little girl's age and her teenage years.
In my memory, there is the man's hearty laughter, his deliberately lowered voice calling me "Daddy's good baby" in a flattering tone, and the desolate image of the man standing forlornly in the Luo family's courtyard, drinking alone under the moon.
Luo Zhiheng's heart churned and ached. All the images eventually blurred, leaving only the image of the man drinking heavily with a sorrowful expression, and the few tears on his face!
Those paintings seemed to be treasured by Luo Zhiheng, never taken out to look at easily, much less dared to. Luo Zhiheng couldn't imagine what she must have felt, the shock and horror, when she secretly saw this man's tear-streaked and weathered face. Yet, she had a feeling that the moment this scene appeared, Luo Zhiheng knew how gentle and tender the man with the slightly gloomy face truly was.
Her vision blurred, and she felt as if she had lost all feeling in her body, staring unblinkingly at the man below. His face seemed weathered and worn, not exceptionally handsome but possessing a captivating charm and a rugged, masculine strength. His face remained somewhat cold and somber, yet it softened and brightened because of the rare glint in his eyes.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response from Luo Zhiheng, the man appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was feeling extremely uncomfortable and nervous. He stiffly and gently said, "Is Heng'er scared? Don't be afraid, Father will catch you. Come down by yourself."
His self-proclaimed identity reveals all the truth and his true nature!
Father?!
Those who understood couldn't comprehend why he would call himself "father" to a woman of a different race. They all knew his two daughters were dead. Those who didn't understand, however, suddenly realized—he was the brave girl's father, which meant they were both good people. But they still wondered who these two men really were.
Father, Father!
Luo Zhiheng's eyes widened suddenly, and crystal tears fell, landing on the man's open chest.
Fearing that a fight would harm Luo Zhiheng, the man used his inner strength to send her into the air. Now, after waiting for a long time for Luo Zhiheng to come down, he did not go up to catch her himself. He had his own plans. Everything about his son Luo Zhiwu was too unbelievable. He believed that souls could be transformed, and he also believed that people could change their appearance, but he could not believe that his child would do such a heinous thing!
Even though it was a child he didn't love, he still couldn't believe that Heng'er and his own child would do something so terrible. It wasn't that he didn't feel sorry for Luo Zhiheng; he just needed to confirm that this girl was truly his Heng'er, the daughter he and Heng'er cherished most!