Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei couldn't help but give a thumbs-up to this little vixen.

She killed to establish authority and simultaneously won over the hearts of some middle and lower-class people. The Emperor's Technique was used brilliantly.

This affair being spread about will certainly greatly increase Empress Helen's prestige.

At the same time, it can also deter those scheming fellows within the Rebel Army.

After all, everyone wants to sit on the throne, but there's only one Dragon Throne.

Helen tossed the Desert Eagle to Mad Blade and turned around.

Her face, beautiful like a tender flower, was splattered with droplets of blood, yet her expression remained incredibly gentle.

"Jack, would you walk with me?"

Yang Fei nodded, gave Mad Blade a couple of warnings, and accompanied Helen out of the scene under the watchful gaze of a group of rogue soldiers.

Chen Xingzhu held Zhong Xiang in her arms, moving so quickly she seemed like a shadow.

She rushed through the streets heavily guarded by soldiers, bypassed the desolate and empty slum, and finally stopped in a grove.

Zhong Xiang, defending Chen Xingzhu, was nearly shot to pieces, with his innards bursting apart.

However, his Master of Gang Strength's tenacious vitality still supported his last breath.

Chen Xingzhu laid Zhong Xiang flat on the ground, revealed a small knife, tears in her eyes.

"King, bear with it for a moment. I'll remove the bullet for you."

Zhong Xiang sighed wearily.

"No need, Little Zhu, I may no longer be able to protect you."

Tears finally fell from Chen Xingzhu's eyes.

"King, it's my fault. It was my desire for revenge that got you hurt."

Zhong Xiang smiled grimly, gazing affectionately at Chen Xingzhu.

"No, Little Zhu, dying for you is the one thing I've always wanted to do; to die in your arms is my honor."

His eyes looked at the city skyline far away, with black clouds drifting overhead, his smile turning incredibly bitter at the corners of his lips.

"Little Zhu, actually, in your heart, I've long ceased to be your King, haven't I?"

Chen Xingzhu was startled and just as she was about to speak, Zhong Xiang stopped her with his gaze.

"I don't have much time, please listen to my last few words."

Crystal tears fell from Chen Xingzhu's eyes: "King, I…"

Zhong Xiang sighed deeply, his face showing a nostalgic expression.

"I still remember encountering you on the streets of Sanhai back in the day."

"You with a backpack slung over your shoulders, long hair brushing your shoulders, wearing a white dress, holding a few books."

"Alas, even if all the colors of the world were used up, they couldn't capture your beauty."

Chen Xingzhu nodded: "I know."

"At that time, were you planning to kidnap me to force my father?"

Zhong Xiang looked powerlessly at her beautiful face, entranced.

"I kidnapped you once, but you kidnapped me for a lifetime."

"To have met you in this life, loved, fought, I am without regrets."

Chen Xingzhu cried more fiercely, holding his body tightly.

"King, I'm sorry, truly sorry."

Zhong Xiang sighed with emotion, gently stroking her hair with a large hand.

"Little Zhu, never need to apologize to me, you did nothing wrong."

"I know your heart yearns for a strong man, and I've never been strong enough."

Chen Xingzhu was silent, apologetically looking at Zhong Xiang.

Blood loss made Zhong Xiang's face almost transparently pale.

"I failed to protect you and so lost your heart."

"Do you know whose name you've been murmuring in your sleep these days?"

Chen Xingzhu's expression changed, her gaze turning icy cold: "Who?"

Zhong Xiang's smile became incredibly bitter: "Yang Fei."

Without waiting for Chen Xingzhu to speak, he softly sighed.

"Even in the height of our love, you never yearned for me so deeply."

Chen Xingzhu lowered her gaze, hatred burning in her eyes like a river.

"That's hate. I've never hated a man so much."

"My purpose in life is to kill him with my own hands, to make him suffer the worst punishments in the world."

Zhong Xiang looked at Chen Xingzhu tiredly, his voice dropping lower.

"Love and hate are just a thin line. Why cling so hard?"

"I don't know what happened between you and Yang Fei, but I know living like this is painful."

Chen Xingzhu's fists clenched tightly, her knuckles popping.

"Painful? I feel rather exhilarated; this is the life I enjoy."

"Ten years of waiting not only failed to smooth my temperament like a calm mirror but accumulated countless grievances and hatred in me."

"I despise this damned fate. If there's truly someone controlling fate, I will personally end them."

Zhong Xiang looked at Chen Xingzhu with pity.

This beautiful, noble woman, since the day she was born, has faced adversity.

The happiness she's sought has always been lost through twists and turns, no wonder she's filled with such resentment and discontent.

He thought about the sweet yet despairing moments of his first love with Chen Xingzhu, his eyes gradually fading.

"Little Zhu, alas, I can no longer fight alongside you, I am sorrowful…"

Zhong Xiang's consciousness had started to blur, mumbling.

He wanted to reach out and brush Chen Xingzhu's hair, his hand just lifting before falling down weakly.

Chen Xingzhu, sobbing uncontrollably, took his large hand and let it touch her face.

"King, I'm sorry, don't leave Little Zhu behind."

Zhong Xiang sighed softly, exhaling his last breath.

"You abandoned me. No matter what, you must… live well."

He spoke, slowly closing his eyes, his heart stopping.

"I won't allow you to die. You're my lover and my family. I won't let you die."

Chen Xingzhu pressed her lips against Zhong Xiang's.

Her hot tears fell one by one onto Zhong Xiang's face.

Finally, Chen Xingzhu slowly raised her head, her gaze empty as she looked at the sky, her eyes bereft of tears.

Suddenly, her cascading hair waved upwards like dragons and snakes, followed by a long cry.

"God, why would you do this to me? What have I done wrong, why?"

The vast sky rolls with dark clouds forming an unusual pattern.

Those clouds resemble a giant single eye, gazing maliciously at Chen Xingzhu.

"Alright, Yang Fei, I will never ever let you go. You wait!"

Chen Xingzhu looked fiercely distressed, gritting her teeth as she forced herself to swear a poisonous oath.

"Why do you need to be so?"

Just then, a gentle sigh came from the northeast of Chen Xingzhu, filled with pity.

Chen Xingzhu turned suddenly, seeing an elderly man by the river wearing regular glasses and a suit, looking at her leisurely.

The elder seemed like a well-learned university professor, his eyes clear, and his demeanor gentle.

With Chen Xingzhu's True Martial cultivation, she hadn't detected the elder's arrival at her side.

She couldn't help feeling alarmed.

"Who are you?"

The elder smiled faintly: "Grand Priest Zhu Butong of the Wu Clan, greeting Miss Chen."

Chen Xingzhu was startled, becoming fully guarded.

"You're from the Wu Clan; are you here to kill me?"