themonasnovels End of Chapter 7
End of Chapter 7
Countless drops of blood stained the ground red.
Screams of agony rose and fell.
The empress was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, her face ashen.
She had never seen Wu Zhu so terrifying!
This is practically a killing god who crawled out of hell!
Wu Zhu approached the Empress step by step, raising the iron halberd in his hand high!
He wanted to kill this woman to avenge his mistress!
Just then, several powerful auras descended once again!
It's the temple staff again!
Moreover, this time, the force that came seemed to be even more powerful than the previous ones!
"You audacious puppet! How dare you commit murder in the capital!"
A furious shout exploded like a thunderclap.
Several temple messengers dressed in golden robes blocked the Queen's path, staring at Wu Zhu with hostile eyes.
Wu Zhu's movements stopped.
He knew that these people were much more difficult to deal with than the white-robed messengers from before.
He glanced at Ye Qingmei lying on the ground, then at the two infants whose fates were unknown.
His heart was filled with resentment and anger!
But he knew that now was not the time to linger in the fight.
He must protect the young lady's only bloodline!
"Whoosh!"
Wu Zhu swayed and, without the slightest hesitation, picked up Ye Tian and Fan Xian from the ground, turned around and broke through in the opposite direction from the temple envoy!
"Stop him!"
The golden-robed temple messenger roared and immediately gave chase.
An even more brutal chase ensues!
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Holding two infants still in swaddling clothes, Wu Zhu darted swiftly between rooftops and ruins, his movements as fast as a ghost.
The golden-robed temple messengers behind him relentlessly pursued him, unleashing attacks imbued with divine power that followed him like a shadow, constantly striking Wu Zhu's vital points!
"Leave the rebellious son of the temple intact!"
The golden-robed envoy at the head of the group roared, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.
Wu Zhu remained silent, only holding the two children in his arms even tighter, constantly wielding the iron halberd in his hand to block attacks from all directions.
His speed was extremely fast and his movements were unpredictable, but the strength of these golden-robed envoys was far superior to that of the previous white-robed envoys.
They worked together seamlessly, their attacks were cunning and ruthless, and every move they made put immense pressure on Wu Zhu.
"boom!"
A golden beam of light, like a divine punishment spear, slammed into Wu Zhu's back!
Even with Wu Zhu's powerful physique, he couldn't help but groan, and a trace of black, oily liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth.
But he didn't stop at all; instead, he used the momentum to increase his speed even more!
Just then, a golden-robed envoy seized the opportunity, circled around to the side and front of Wu Zhu, and conjured a golden light sword in his hand, which he slashed fiercely at the baby in Wu Zhu's arms!
His target was none other than Ye Tian!
Perhaps it was Ye Tian's strange behavior in the fire that made him feel that the baby was even more dangerous!
Wu Zhu's eyes narrowed, and he tried to dodge, but he was tightly entangled by the other golden-robed envoys and could not completely avoid them!
At the critical moment, Wu Zhu suddenly twisted his body and used his arm to block the attack!
"Pfft!"
The golden lightsaber pierced straight through Wu Zhu's arm!
The intense pain caused Wu Zhu's body to tremble slightly.
In that brief moment of distraction, Ye Tian, whom he was holding, slipped from his arms due to the violent tremor and plummeted toward the ground below!
"Tian'er!"
Wu Zhu's heart tightened, and he tried to reach out to grab it, but was forced back by several sharp attacks!
"Bang!"
Ye Tian's small body crashed heavily onto the hard ground with a dull thud.
Even with his powerful body tempered by the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force and the Fire Spirit Pearl, he was still thrown around so hard that he was completely disoriented, his vision went black, and he almost fainted.
A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his small mouth.
"Hmph, just a bastard child, he's dead, so be it!"
The golden-robed envoy who had struck down Ye Tian snorted coldly, not taking an infant seriously, and continued his pursuit of Wu Zhu.
In their view, a newborn baby falling from such a height, even if it doesn't die, is not far from it.
"No!"
When Wu Zhu saw Ye Tian fall, his eyes widened in fury, and he let out an angry roar!
He wanted to rush over to save Ye Tian, but those golden-robed temple envoys clung to him like maggots, giving him no chance at all!
Their target seems to be Fan Xian!
Or rather, he is Ye Qingmei's only bloodline!
Wu Zhu's heart was filled with endless regret and self-blame.
He had promised the young lady that he would protect her child!
But now,
He glanced at Ye Tian, who had fallen into the distance and whose fate was unknown, and then at Fan Xian, who was still crying in his arms.
A difficult choice lay before him.
If he insists on saving Ye Tian, then he and Fan Xian may not be able to escape the pursuit of these temple messengers.
But if we give up Ye Tian,
Wu Zhu's heart felt as if it had been ripped apart!
"what!"
Wu Zhu looked up to the sky and roared, his voice filled with endless grief, indignation and murderous intent!
The iron halberd in his hand unleashed an unprecedentedly fierce attack, forcing back several golden-robed envoys in front of him.
He glanced deeply at the direction Ye Tian had fallen, burying his pain and reluctance deep in his heart.
Then, he suddenly turned around, hugged Fan Xian in his arms, and resolutely broke through in the opposite direction from the temple's envoy!
He must save one of them first!
Danzhou!
He's going to take Fan Xian to Danzhou!
There, there are contingency plans left by the young lady, and people who can protect Fan Xian as he grows up!
"Chase him! We can't let him escape!"
Upon seeing this, the Golden-Robed Temple Envoy immediately dispatched most of his men to pursue Wu Zhu.
In their view, killing Wu Zhu and the baby in his arms was the most important objective.
As for the abandoned baby, it must have died from falling from such a height.
Wu Zhu fought and retreated, each move carrying a mad, suicidal intent!
He knew he had to fight his way out for Fan Xian!
Blood stained his clothes.
Wounds covered his entire body.
But he remained like a tireless war god, guarding the last hope in his heart, and trudged onward towards the distant Danzhou.
As Ye Tian fell onto the cold ground, his consciousness gradually blurred amidst the excruciating pain.
He could sense that the temple messengers had already gone far away.
He could sense that Uncle Wuzhu had also left with his younger brother.
He was abandoned.
An indescribable sense of sorrow and resentment welled up in my heart.
"No, I can't die."
"I also want revenge."
"I must avenge my mother."
With his strong willpower and the tenacious life force of his innate sacred body, Ye Tian held on to the last shred of clarity.
He knew that as long as he didn't give up, there was still hope!
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The night wind was cold and chilly, blowing across the ruins of Taiping Villa.
The towering flames gradually died down, leaving only wisps of smoke and the pungent smell of burning.
It permeates the air, telling the story of the fierce battle and merciless burning that happened not long ago.
Wu Zhu, with Fan Xian in tow, gradually disappeared into the thick darkness of the night as the temple's messengers relentlessly pursued them.
Ye Tian, however, still lay alone in the cold rubble, his small body covered in dust and blood.
Intense pain surged through his consciousness like waves.
Although the innate sacred body and Dao embryo are powerful, they cannot withstand such severe damage.
He could clearly feel his vitality slipping away bit by bit.
His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, as if an immense force was pulling him into endless darkness.
"Is that it? Is it over?"
Ye Tian's heart was filled with resentment.
He had just arrived in this world and hadn't even had a chance to see its splendor.
He hasn't avenged his mother yet, and he hasn't made those executioners pay the price!
"No, I can't die."
A strong will to survive sustained his last shred of consciousness.
He tried his best to circulate the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force and to activate the power of the Fire Spirit Orb.
However, he was too weak.
The power he had just acquired to control flames was now difficult to mobilize due to his body's decline.
Darkness, like a cold tide, slowly engulfed him.
Just as Ye Tian's consciousness was about to completely sink into oblivion.
A series of light footsteps, accompanied by the tinkling of jade pendants, approached from afar.
Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in magnificent palace attire, but looking somewhat disheveled, appeared before the ruins of Taiping Villa.
It is the eldest princess, Li Yunrui.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her luxurious clothes were stained with a little dust.
Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with anxiety and unease, and even a hint of barely perceptible fear.
"Light eyebrows, light eyebrows!"
Li Yunrui's voice trembled slightly as his eyes searched anxiously through the ruins before him.
Upon hearing that Taiping Villa had been attacked and was engulfed in flames, she could no longer suppress her fear and worry and rushed over without hesitation.
Despite the open and covert struggles and complex relationship between her and Ye Qingmei.
But deep in her heart, she harbored an almost morbid fascination and adoration for that woman who rose like a comet.
Ye Qingmei was the only light in her life.
It was the existence she longed to become, but could never reach.
She couldn't imagine how bleak and boring the world would become if Ye Qingmei really had an accident.
When Li Yunrui saw the ruins burned to the ground and the thick smell of blood in the air, his heart sank to the bottom.
Her body swayed slightly, and she almost fell to the ground.
"No, that won't happen."
She muttered to herself, her eyes filled with disbelief and despair.