El magnate supremo de la ciudad

Capítulo 40

The door was pushed open.

A cool night breeze blew in, and his bright yellow clothes were made to look fair and beautiful by the moonlight. The jade crown on his head was dazzling and almost transparent.

He walked into the night.

That moment.

Lotus lay on the bed, her eyes wide open in silence. She seemed to have lost her soul, only able to hear blankly as the snow-white magnolia blossoms fell one after another outside...

A rustling sound...

The people of the Tianshan Snow Clan swarmed and occupied the entire Murong Manor.

Unfortunately, the entire manor is now empty; apart from Murong Yin, there is no one from Murong Manor left.

Zhan Yu stood tall and straight in the night wind, his face cold and stern, his black clothes as dark as the night, and the bloodthirsty Azure Nether Sword already rang out in its sheath.

The Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation has been broken!

Beside the magnolia grove.

Dressed in white, with wide sleeves swaying in the wind, her clothes were covered with snow-white magnolia blossoms.

Ye Chuhan's narrow eyes finally caught sight of the figure walking calmly from afar, dressed in bright yellow, with a handsome face as clear as a distant mountain.

The last person in Murong Manor—Murong Yin.

Dressed in snow-white robes adorned with jade-like flowers, Ye Chuhan, the sect leader of Tianshan Snow Gate, smiled slightly, his handsome features like those of an immortal. "Zhan Yu, we can finally receive Lianhua and return to Tianshan Snow Gate."

The night breeze blew silently.

In the still of the night, the jade branches swayed, the moonlight was like a wash, leaving a mottled moon shadow on the ground.

Murong Manor at night.

Suddenly a gust of wind arose, the jade branches rustled, and the jade flowers fell even more rapidly, like a rain of snow, turning into countless snow-white, shimmering petals that sank into the dust...

Ye Chuhan's black hair fluttered in the wind as he quietly watched the composed figure not far away, his pupils slightly narrowed, his exquisite face as elegant as a white fox on a snowy mountain.

Ye Chuhan's voice was low, carrying a faint mocking smile, and carried by the wind to Murong Yin, who was as elegant as a lotus flower, yet it was exceptionally clear.

"I have long admired Young Master Murong Yin's name. Ye Chuhan of Tianshan Snow Sect greets you."

Murong Manor at night.

Suddenly a gust of wind arose, the jade branches rustled, and the jade flowers fell even more rapidly, like a rain of snow, turning into pieces of snow-white light, falling into the dust... Ye Chuhan's black hair fluttered in the wind. He quietly watched the calm figure not far away, his pupils slightly narrowed, his exquisite face as elegant as a white fox on a snow mountain.

Ye Chuhan's voice was low, carrying a faint mocking smile, and carried by the wind to Murong Yin, who was as elegant as a lotus flower, yet it was exceptionally clear.

"I have long admired Young Master Murong Yin's name. Ye Chuhan of Tianshan Snow Sect greets you."

A gentle night breeze wafted by.

Under the bright, flawless moonlight.

Murong Yin smiled faintly and calmly replied, "Sect Leader Ye, why bother with such hypocrisy? You've set up an inescapable trap at Murong Manor, so what's this talk of 'politeness'?"

"Young Master Murong Yin is indeed unusually straightforward."

Ye Chuhan's lips curved slightly, and his eyes gleamed with a cold light, as if a sword was about to be drawn. "Murong Manor is about to face annihilation. It's remarkable that Young Master Murong is still so calm."

"Life and death are predestined, so what does Murong Yin have to fear!"

Murong Yin didn't even glance at the murderous disciples of the Tianshan Snow Sect. His face beneath the jade crown was handsome and serene, and his clear eyes were calm and undisturbed.

"But even if I die, I will not let you obtain the Nine Jade Kings of Murong Manor."

He remains steadfast.

Even when he was the only one left in the entire Murong Manor, even when he was facing those chilling weapons, he remained calm and composed.

Even if he dies, he can still protect everyone in Murong Manor.

Even if he dies, no one can obtain the Nine Kings Jade!

At this moment, he still believed in the orphan girl he had personally rescued and who he had eventually fallen in love with.

In the quiet of the night.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps slowly began to emerge.

Zhan Yu, who had already drawn his sword, had a fleeting glint of light in his dark, iron-like eyes! His fingers trembled involuntarily!

She didn't leave!

Ye Chuhan, dressed in plain clothes and with black hair, slowly raised her head.

He saw the figure.

A gentle, spring-like tenderness slowly welled up in her narrow eyes, a sweet tenderness that seemed otherworldly, so gentle and tender that it made one hold their breath without realizing it.

He chuckled, a bewitching smile playing on his lips. "Lotus, look, this Young Master Murong still thinks I can't get the Nine Kings Jade. Quickly, bring the Nine Kings Jade to me!"

The jade branches swayed in the wind.

Finally, a voice he knew all too well rang out calmly behind Murong Yin, but it became a nightmare he could never escape for the rest of his life: