Chapter 98

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As the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

Hero was only a few steps away from Old Man Hua. Just as he was about to carry Xiaoyuqing towards Old Man Hua, he heard a cold laugh from behind: "I'll count to one, and you must obediently place this little girl in front of me. Otherwise, I'll have all the Hua family members behind me beheaded."

Hero had just taken a step forward but immediately stopped, retracting his foot. He didn't turn back, nor did he take another step forward. Even though he had killed many people in the past, it was always in the line of duty, killing those who deserved it. Serving the country without regret did not mean he was willing to see any innocent person die for him. Too many people in the Hua family had already died in the past half hour.

Old Man Hua, however, laughed maniacally and walked towards Hero. The sound of his footsteps was as sharp and piercing as a needle in the silence.

"Do we have a choice? Whether we choose or not, we will die. If we can't choose, we might as well protect what we can." Old Man Hua patted Hero on the shoulder and said, "Child, no matter what grudges you and Zhaor have, let's put them aside. I won't let you hurt her, and I won't let her hurt you and your mother. We are a family. Where there are people, there are grudges. If we can survive tonight, the Hua family might only have a few of you left."

As he spoke, Old Man Hua passed by Hero and stood behind him, like a giant spirit guarding those he needed to protect.

Hero had never had any interaction with this old man before coming to the Hua family, but he could feel the old man's care for him. The old man had too many things to consider and did not show his affection too intensely. But what he did show was genuine love.

It was the love an old man had for his grandchildren.

Hero had received such care from the old bandit. He carried the struggling Xiaoyuqing to Long Zhaor's side, glanced at Old Man Hua's back, and said to Xiaoyuqing, "Xiaoyuqing, be good. You must be very tired now. Go to sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine."

A faint energy wave emanated from Hero's spirit pattern, and dozens of natural patterns quietly infiltrated the living pattern, merging into the living pattern of Qian Nu 07. He then activated the charm ability of this living pattern.

Hero did not have the equipment of a charmer, but it was enough to hypnotize the little girl. A voice of utmost peace and kindness echoed in the little girl's ears, slowly seeping into her mind. She gradually weakened her cries of "Let me go, I want to save my mother" and finally fell asleep peacefully in Hero's arms.

Looking at the countless gods and buddhas in the sky, Hero felt his own insignificance, but it was not laughable. Weakness is weakness, and strength is strength.

"If I survive tonight, I will one day trample you underfoot, making all the girls in your family, from the youngest to the oldest, moan under me. I will also let you taste the feeling of being trampled and humiliated! Killing you would be a disgrace to those who have died and to the Hua family!" Hero gently stroked the little girl's head, his eyes wild as he stared at Long Huang.

Hero did not pay attention to Long Zhaor. He admired her courage to love but did not like her courage to hate. Those she hated would be tormented for eternity.

Long Zaitian looked up at Long Huang and then laughed at Old Man Hua, "My dear brother, it's been more than two minutes. I've been quite lenient with you. You should remember, your family was killed because of you."

As the four elders of the Xuanyuan clan's eyebrows twitched, Long Zaitian swung his nine-ringed dragon-headed saber backward. The blade's light was like a mad dragon breaking through the sky. A bloody wave of light slashed through the air, creating a crack.

One by one, heads filled with unwillingness, resentment, and relief rolled to the ground. The headless bodies lay intertwined like meatballs.

The night wind blew over the hill, stirring Old Man Hua's tattered robe and carrying the pungent smell of blood. The cold night wind howled like endless resentment.

Two streams of blood tears flowed from the corners of Old Man Hua's eyes, and his mournful laughter echoed in the night wind. He rolled up a piece of his robe, raised his hand, and cut it off in front of Long Zaitian.

The severed piece of robe was thrown to the ground like garbage. Long Zaitian glanced at the severed piece of robe and smiled coldly, revealing a mouth full of bloody teeth.

He was truly a ruthless dragon slayer. Whether he killed anyone, and no matter how many, it was just a matter of a moment. From the day he was born, he did not need so-called sworn brothers. Even if they were blood brothers, if there was a need for profit, it was just a matter of a single strike.

Long Zaitian's smile froze for a moment, and then a sudden change occurred!

At that moment, a shocking dragon aura erupted from Old Man Hua's soul imprint, directly forcing the four elders of the Xuanyuan clan to kneel.

Even the other strong individuals, who had no blood ties to the Xuanyuan clan, felt a sense of submission.

What realm had Old Man Hua reached to force the four elders of the Xuanyuan clan to kneel? Third-level super-energy warrior? Fourth or fifth level?

A sharp, metallic eagle's cry pierced through the dragon aura, directly piercing Long Zaitian's heart!

Everything happened too quickly. Instinctively, Long Zaitian tried to dodge, but he didn't realize that dozens of vines had emerged from the ground and tightly bound his feet.

Long Zaitian instinctively tried to break free, but he heard a cold snort.

"Want to break free? I'll fight you to the death!"

From behind Old Man Hua, a heartbeat like a war drum echoed. Hero's pure yang inner breath surged into the gourd heart under the sudden activation of the primordial yang wheel. Dozens of roots simultaneously pierced into a sun holy agent, and to forcibly hold Long Zaitian for a moment, he absorbed the entire sun holy agent.

His body was instantly torn apart by the vast medicinal power of the sun holy agent, and under the forced injection of the primordial yang wheel, Hero's combat power surpassed his current realm. The binding ability of the gourd vines became incredibly terrifying.

The dozens of vines that bound Long Zaitian now seemed to form a divine binding rope.

Under the dragon aura and eagle's cry from Old Man Hua, his body transformed into a blue blur, accompanied by endless lightning. A punch shattered Long Zaitian's lower-grade king-level inner armor, directly piercing through his chest. His claw, charged with powerful electricity, firmly grabbed Long Zaitian's heart.

Old Man Hua had only lost control due to the overwhelming grief and anger in his heart, never intending to kill Long Zaitian in one strike.

But who would have expected that Hero would also lose control at the same time, and that the old and the young would cooperate so perfectly.

Old Man Hua's hidden strength was far superior to Long Zaitian's, but Long Zaitian was not a wooden dummy. If he had defended himself in time, this strike would have only clawed him.

A hundred-legged worm does not stiffen when it dies! And Long Zaitian was the son of Long Huang?

In that instant, Old Man Hua felt a terrifying high temperature surge, accompanied by countless pattern lights!

Long Zaitian was a madman. He had carved a pattern into his heart that, when activated, had the explosive power of an atomic bomb: the Wrath of Death!