My Mother Was Murdered… So I Seduced the Emperor’s Sister for Ultimate Revenge!
Chapter 6 - The Nether Lotus Demonic Flame’s Protection! Death Upon Contact!

Chapter 6: The Nether Lotus Demonic Flame’s Protection! Death Upon Contact!

The Empress wanted these two bastards dead!

The black-clad assassins closed in again.

Blades flashed, poised to strike.

Li Changsheng stared at his mother’s lifeless body, fury burning in his chest.

He sensed the killers’ murderous intent—but also the fear hidden deep in their eyes, lingering like an inescapable shadow.

His gaze shifted to Fan Xian beside him, his ill-fated younger brother, whose tiny face was still scrunched up in peaceful slumber, oblivious to the impending danger.

Suddenly, a figure materialized like a ghost.

Wu Zhu!

Clutching his black cloth, he descended like the god of death.

With a flick of the cloth, he deflected every attack.

The black-clad assassins screamed as they were sent flying, crashing to the ground like broken dolls, their agonized wails filling the air.

Wu Zhu scooped up Fan Xian in one swift motion, his body flickering as he prepared to flee.

His target seemed to be Fan Xian alone.

Li Changsheng’s heart sank.

So it’s like this.

His birth had been an accident.

Wu Zhu saving Fan Xian was the predetermined outcome.

There was no place for him in this rescue.

A faint sense of loss washed over him, yet it felt inevitable. After all, he was just an extra variable.

Just as Wu Zhu was about to vanish—

Several far more powerful auras approached from the distance.

The Temple’s envoys!

Wu Zhu’s movement stilled. Even his expressionless face showed a flicker of tension.

He glanced at Li Changsheng, his gaze complex—almost apologetic, yet resigned.

He wanted to save him, but it was impossible.

The Temple’s envoys were too strong.

If he insisted on saving both, neither would escape.

One had to be left behind.

In the end, Wu Zhu chose Fan Xian.

Holding the infant, he vanished into the night after a few blurs of movement, leaving only afterimages behind.

Li Changsheng remained.

Alone. Facing the Empress and her assassins.

The Empress glared in the direction Wu Zhu had disappeared, her face twisted with fury, her eyes venomous.

Wu Zhu was beyond her reach.

But leaving one brat behind was enough!

Her gaze locked onto Li Changsheng again, like a viper eyeing its prey, brimming with malice and hatred.

“Kill him!”

The Empress’s shrill shriek pierced the air, sharp as an owl’s screech, echoing through the empty room, sending chills down the spine.

The assassins raised their blades again, slashing toward Li Changsheng.

The stench of death rushed at him.

Despair gripped Li Changsheng.

Will I die right after being born?

He refused to accept it!

From the depths of his soul, that restless power surged once more.

The Nether Lotus Demonic Flame!

One last gamble!

With a thought, a wisp of black flame erupted from his body.

The fire was feeble, like a candle in the wind, as if it could snuff out at any moment.

Yet it was undeniably real—carrying an aura of absolute destruction.

The black flames instantly coated Li Changsheng’s tiny form.

Like a suit of dark armor, they emitted an eerie glow, making his small body seem unnaturally sinister.

The blades fell.

Striking Li Changsheng.

But the expected spray of blood never came.

“Clang!”

A metallic ring reverberated, painful to the ears.

The assassins’ steel blades melted upon contact with the black flames, not even leaving scraps behind.

Then, the fire raced up the blades.

Unbelievably fast.

“Aaaagh—!”

The wielder let out a bloodcurdling scream, hoarse with despair, shattering the silence of the room.

The black flames engulfed him instantly, cocooning him in a dark shroud.

He had no time to react.

In the blink of an eye, a living man turned to ash, scattering in the wind as if he had never existed.

The second assassin who struck met the same fate.

This sinister flame—death upon contact!

The room plunged into silence once more.

Everyone stood frozen, stunned by what they had just witnessed.

The remaining assassins trembled, their grips on their weapons unsteady, as if holding red-hot branding irons they desperately wanted to drop.

They stared at the two piles of ash on the floor, then at the bloodstained infant, their eyes filled with terror—as if they had glimpsed a demon from hell. Their bodies turned ice-cold.

What… what kind of sorcery is this?!

The Empress’s triumphant smirk stiffened. Her lips twitched, her eyes wide with horror, as if she had seen something unimaginable.

A newborn infant, wreathed in black flames that could reduce a man to ash in seconds?

This defied all reason!

It was unnatural!

Terrifying!

Death upon contact!

The Empress’s gaze locked onto Li Changsheng, fear flashing in her eyes—but it was soon drowned by even deeper killing intent.

“He must die!”

“This child cannot be allowed to live!”

Her voice was shrill, trembling like a wounded beast’s final snarl.

“If he’s this monstrous at birth, letting him grow up would spell endless disaster! He might threaten my position—or even overthrow the entire dynasty!”

The assassins exchanged glances, none daring to step forward, like startled birds fearing they’d be the next to turn to ash.

Close combat meant certain death.

One of them, eyes glinting with ruthlessness, seemed to reach a decision. He drew a throwing knife from his waist.

“Use ranged weapons!”

The others snapped out of their daze.

If they couldn’t get close, they’d attack from a distance!

Several throwing knives shot toward Li Changsheng on the bed, cutting through the air with a deathly whistle.

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