Dragon-Marked War God

“I’m sorry, Lord. I have let down the Forbidden Demon Clan, but I can’t betray my brother.”

Han Yan said in a low voice.

“So you can betray me instead, is that it? Heh heh heh. Then let’s just say this emperor misjudged you. The two of you, go. I won’t kill you. But this guy must die today.”

Louis XVII said coldly. Jiang Chen could see that this Louis XVII was deliberately putting on a show of false benevolence for Han Yan and Leng Qianqian, to make them feel even guiltier and blame themselves even more.

“Leng Mo, were we really wrong?”

Leng Qianqian lowered her head and murmured. For a moment she was actually at a loss for words. Even at this point, the Lord still could not bear to kill them, and yet they had betrayed the Lord.

“Right or wrong, it was my own choice. What I owe you, and what Qianqian owes you, today I’ll repay it all to you together.”

Han Yan’s pupils contracted. His palm moved and struck down hard at the crown of his own head.

“You fool!”

Jiang Chen flashed over and grabbed Han Yan’s wrist.

“How can you be so stupid? What could possibly have to be settled by dying?”

Jiang Chen said in a low voice. Han Yan glanced at Jiang Chen. In that moment, Jiang Chen saw the guilt and self-reproach in Han Yan’s heart and saw the endless struggle in his eyes.

“The one who should die is me. Leng Mo, I don’t want you to owe him. I don’t want to watch you suffer. From today on, Lord, all the blame will be borne by me alone. Although Prince Louis’s death was not our doing, we cannot shirk responsibility for it. Let this life of mine be repayment to Prince Louis. From now on, Leng Mo will owe you nothing more. What I owe you, I will repay in my next life!”

Leng Qianqian said in a low voice. At this moment, the dagger in her hand had already silently plunged into her own chest. Even Jiang Chen had not noticed the slightest movement, but her breath was already about to cut off. Moreover, Leng Qianqian was set on dying precisely because she had no face to confront Louis XVII, and could bear even less to watch Leng Mo’s heart filled with incomparable guilt. That was why she had resorted to this desperate measure.

“No! No! No!!”

Han Yan’s pupils contracted, his face pale to the extreme, his whole body trembling ceaselessly. He held Leng Qianqian tightly in his arms, and the two of them looked into each other’s eyes. The smile at the corner of Leng Qianqian’s mouth was so calm, so at peace. She had long since imagined this moment, but she had never thought the final ending would be like this. She had thought she could stay together with Han Yan forever, but now it seemed that was impossible.

“I don’t want you to die. I don’t want you to pay my debt for me. How could you be so foolish?”

Han Yan murmured, a cold, frost-like glimmer of tears in his eyes. All of this was too sudden and caught him completely off guard. The sin he had committed was being repaid by Leng Qianqian on his behalf. In that moment, Han Yan, who had always valued feelings so deeply, felt his heart turn to dead ash.

“What a pair of ill-fated lovebirds. Heh. Do you think my kindness is something you can repay just by saying so? How could you ever repay my son’s death?”

Louis XVII’s eyes were dark and cold. He struck out with a palm, meaning to scatter Leng Qianqian’s soul directly. If that happened, Leng Qianqian would vanish completely like smoke.

“Get lost!”

Jiang Chen roared furiously and drew Leng Qianqian’s soul into the Great Yu Soul Forming Light. At that moment, the cold light in Louis XVII’s eyes grew even more piercing.

Han Yan glanced at Louis XVII, his eyes incomparably complicated. He had never imagined that Louis XVII would still want to scatter Leng Qianqian’s soul, not even giving her a chance at reincarnation.

“Louis XVII, I hate you. I hate you!”

Han Yan roared furiously until his voice was hoarse, but he knew he could never raise a butcher’s blade against Louis XVII, even setting aside that he was no match for Louis XVII at all.

Han Yan turned and left as if gone mad, howling. That heart-rending sound filled Jiang Chen with incomparable pain, because that was his brother. Jiang Chen had not struck the blow himself, yet it had all happened because of him. Louis Zhenyi’s death had absolutely everything to do with him, and Leng Qianqian’s death in turn could not be separated from Louis Zhenyi. No matter what, Jiang Chen harbored a trace of guilt.

Ah Yan had never been in such pain. That feeling of a life worse than death, Jiang Chen felt even more keenly than if it were his own.

“I’m sorry, Ah Yan…”

Jiang Chen murmured. His heart felt somewhat wretched, because of Han Yan’s pain, because Han Yan’s heart seemed to have died in this moment.

Han Yan vanished into the void. At this moment, Yu Jingxian tightly held Jiang Chen’s hand. She knew Jiang Chen’s heart was also full of self-reproach.

“This isn’t your fault at all.”

Yu Jingxian was afraid Jiang Chen would take it too hard, but Jiang Chen was still fairly clear-headed and nodded heavily. At this moment they were still not out of danger at all. Han Yan had left, but whether he would live or die was hard to say. One was the Demon Emperor Lord of the Forbidden Demon Clan, and the other was a supreme expert of the Buddha Zhongsheng Hall. At this moment, Jiang Chen was under attack from both front and rear, and survival was getting harder and harder.

“This is exactly the result I wanted. Sometimes living is more painful than dying.”

The faint smile at the corner of Louis XVII’s mouth made Jiang Chen narrow his eyes, full of killing intent. But he knew how difficult his situation was at this moment. Two supreme Mid Divine Emperor experts. Even if he could fight with his back to the river, Yu Jingxian might very well become an innocent victim.

“You will definitely get what’s coming to you.”

Jiang Chen clenched his fists tightly. This battle would surely decide life and death.

“Demon Lord Louis, it seems we’re now standing on the same front. Heh, why don’t we join hands and kill him? How about it?”

Dongfang Lianshuo said with a faint smile.

“With the help of an expert from the Buddha Zhongsheng Hall, I’d be delighted.”

Louis XVII glanced at Dongfang Lianshuo. In that moment, the two of them hit it off at once. They had only one goal, and that was to kill Jiang Chen without leaving the slightest leeway. Two Divine Emperor Realm experts. At this moment, Yu Jingxian’s face was incomparably pale. This battle concerned life and death, and they might already be unable to move a single step.

“Then let’s fight. I want to see whether the two of you can kill me, Jiang Chen.”

Jiang Chen stood holding his sword, his gaze icy. These two guys were exerting absolute pressure on him. With Leng Qianqian’s death and Han Yan’s departure, Jiang Chen’s heart had also become as still as water.

“So you’re set on dying. Then I’ll grant your wish. Once you’re dead, everything ends. But I want you never to be reborn for all eternity, to suffer eternal torment. Dying isn’t that easy. Hmph hmph.”

Louis XVII rose with a flick of his sleeve, and together with Dongfang Lianshuo, almost at the same instant, closed in on Jiang Chen. One could imagine how brutal this battle would be.

But Jiang Chen would never take a single step back. In his dictionary, the word retreat had never existed.