She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 245: Not a Great Unification, but a Noisy and Chaotic Era

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: Not a Great Unification, but a Noisy and Chaotic Era

Blood had dyed the dark robe a deeper shade, and Xiao Hongshen squinted, examining his own brother.

The Crown Prince, rumored to be gentle and polite, unwilling to even crush an ant, was in fact the master of the eighteenth layer of hell, that great demon who killed without hesitation.

"You have finally revealed your true nature. If Wanqing saw you like this now, do you think she would be frightened?" Xiao Hongshen asked, covering his bleeding thigh with his hand, enduring the pain.

He knew Xiao Pingfeng dared not kill him, so he continued to provoke him relentlessly.

Xiao Pingfeng listened and did not even blink.

"She will never know."

"Sooner or later she will!" Xiao Hongshen retorted loudly, "Father and the others schemed for so many years, yet didn’t Wanqing uncover it all? How long do you think you can hide your true identity? My dear brother, stop deceiving yourself."

"Noisy," annoyance flickered in Xiao Pingfeng’s eyes.

Being stared at, Xiao Hongshen finally smiled satisfyingly: "I look forward to seeing your downfall."

No sooner had he spoken than someone kicked him down directly from the eaves; he could even see the vulnerability in Xiao Pingfeng’s eyes.

"Ah—"

Pain.

The pain radiating from all his limbs, he felt as though several of his ribs had broken.

"There is one thing you were right about, I am ill, and seriously so."

A faint voice came from above, and what awaited Xiao Hongshen was a surge of engulfing darkness...

...

The siege of Xiliang City had lasted three days and nights. Originally breached by the Japanese Pirates on the west side, an unexpected force slaughtered the rampant Pirates, leaving none alive. City Lord Ji Yuntai, who had intended to sacrifice himself, was dramatically rescued by Great Marshal Wanqing from the city gates, and the people extolled it as nothing short of miraculous.

"If it weren’t for Marshal Wanqing back then, the City Lord would have fallen from the city tower, and today might have been his seventh day of mourning."

"Don’t jinx it. Don’t speak such ill-omened words. The City Lord has protected our Xiliang City for a good twenty years. If it weren’t for that cursed thing from Princess Yaochi, the City Lord Residence wouldn’t have seen bloodshed, and how would the mere Japanese Pirates have breached Xiliang City?"

"...How did Marshal Wanqing, with her thin arms, manage to catch the City Lord? She’s a woman after all."

"What does being a woman matter? Marshal Wanqing’s appearance is out of the ordinary, it’s just too bad she is currently striking straight at the Pirates’ lair. She’s not in the city, otherwise we could behold her beautiful countenance."

"Yes... It’s been nearly seven days, and there’s still no news from outside the city."

The crowd couldn’t help but sigh.

At this moment, within the camp of the Japanese Pirates.

Outside the palace, the din of war raged.

The aged king mercilessly strangled one concubine after another, and when he reached almost the last one...

The woman cried her eyes out like rain on pear blossoms.

"King! King! Spare me! The Sect Hierarch will surely come with disciples to rescue us; we can still make a comeback, oh King—"

The beautiful woman’s face was speckled with blood drops, her face full of icy tears, which uncontrollably streamed down her exquisite face.

Yet despite this,

The pair of strong hands still clamped her slender neck.

The half-empty skull where flies couldn’t even perch, revealed a face that was utterly expressionless and merciless.

He looked through the desperately pleading concubine towards the direction outside the grand hall.

It was too late.

His Noble Capital was no longer defensible.

That Marshal of Xiliang, leading what the Sect Hierarch called a mob, had forcefully breached his impregnable city gates!

It took only seven days!

His Noble Capital, was lost.

In his ears, the booming sounds of Dawei soldiers celebrating their breach filled the air, it wouldn’t be long before those detestable Dawei people would stand before him, pointing long swords at him, then humiliating his beauties right in front of him.

Throughout the ages, this has been the treatment of the defeated.

Rather than seeing these women suffer humiliation at the hands of Dawei men, it’s better to die by my own hands now.

"Don’t worry, I act very swiftly, I adore you the most and won’t let you feel a trace of pain," he said, his trembling gaze turning to the concubines sprawled beside him, now lying on the ground like dehydrated fish, dead beyond doubt, his lips tightly pursed, "Or do you not wish to die with me for our country!"

Over seven days,

his company had become filled with fleeing, dead, or decapitated officials.

Now the city gates had also been breached, and he had nowhere left to retreat.

"You can’t kill me! I am the Holy Maiden!" the Concubine cried out sharply, her determination evident, as she tightly clenched his arm, her nails piercing deep into his flesh.

She didn’t want to die!

She married this pathetic King only to fulfill a mission.

It had only been ten short days!

Yet this man wanted her to sacrifice herself for the nation!

Delusional thoughts!

She was the Holy Maiden!

Gesang’s tear-filled eyes gradually turned fierce, "Kill me, and your soul will go to hell! The Holy Master will never bless a disciple who has killed his Holy Maiden to go to heaven!"

The words stung the King, making him instantly release his grip.

He staggered back a few steps.

Gesang, now freed, took deep breaths.

"...Whether or not I go to heaven, or descend into hell, what difference does it make to me now?" he covered his face, peering through his fingers, already seeing the cavalry swarming in, the corridors and alleyways filled with soldiers killed by a single blow.

He suddenly calmed down.

Gesang thought he was frightened and pointing outside continued, "You can surrender now. Once the Sect Hierarch arrives, he can save you, and then restore you a more prosperous and powerful Noble Capital!"

She didn’t notice that in his hand, the King already clenched a curved blade.

Gesang went on to say, "You have seen the Sect Hierarch, both you and I know he has a power that shakes this world, so you coming back into power is not—" a dream.

She hadn’t finished speaking.

A flash of cold light suddenly appeared.

The beautiful head had already flown out, landing amidst the corpses of the concubines, rolling twice before stopping, her lips still open, a look of disbelief in her eyes.

And her body, like leaves falling in an autumn breeze, wilted down, collapsed on the ground, never to rise again, blood pooling around her.

"It’s because I listened to all your ghost tales that I doomed the entire Noble Capital!" the King put the curved blade against his neck, tightly closing his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"Until today, I have made irreparable mistakes; only by dying can I make amends. I am sorry to the soldiers of Noble Capital, sorry to the people, sorry to my ancestors..."

He took a deep breath, the curved blade poised in a resolute manner about to slash at his throat.

"Hold on!" a clear, beautiful voice urgently came from the main entrance.

There stood Yan Wanqing clad in battle armor, leaping from her horse to arrive just outside the hall, a mere doorstep away from the Noble Capital King.

"I had heard that Marshal Yan was a peerless beauty, and today this battle has convinced me entirely, I bear no resentment against you, but if you wish to insult me, please do so after my death!"

Yan Wanqing slightly frowned, her eyes catching sight of the bodies layered on the ground, those of concubines as well as eunuchs and palace maids.

"You may die, but could you inform me before dying who instigated your attack on Xiliang City?"

The King of Noble Capital scoffed coldly, "Yan Wanqing, don’t push too far!"

Yan Wanqing’s gaze deepened, "I don’t believe you don’t want to avenge the person responsible for your nation’s ruin and your people’s plight!"

The King’s look wavered slightly, but even after a long pause, he still shook his head, "You cannot defeat him. Only today have I truly realized that what he wants is not merely unification, but this eternal chaos!"

"Who!" bellowed Yan Wanqing, raising her voice sharply.

Seeing her eagerness to know, the King harbored a slim hope, "Do you really want to know? Once you know, there is no turning back."

"I already know about the Divine Church of Light, and I will learn about the matters to come. Now, will you speak or not!" Yan Wanqing was running out of patience.

The King was about to speak, his lips beginning to form the word, and before the first syllable could be heard, the curved blade in his hand, as if guided by sight, slashed with immense force and decapitated him!

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