pappabearbooks Chapter 301 - 249: Dead City! (Part 2)
Chapter 301 - 249: Dead City! (Part 2)
Looking ahead, a large bed suddenly came into view, and on it lay a woman barely covered.
Her skin was fairer than snow, yet at this moment it was covered with dense purple-red scars.
The scars crisscrossed, as if countless sharp blades had cruelly slashed back and forth.
Each scar on her tender body seemed to silently tell of the unimaginable torment she had just endured.
At this moment, a man stood in front of the bed, his posture upright, wearing a robe of moonlight white.
His face was well-defined, his brows and eyes naturally exuded a handsome charm, and in every gesture, he should have had a genteel demeanor.
Yet at this moment, his brows and eyes were filled with ferocity and brutality, forming a stark contrast with his appearance.
"Wretched maid!"
He suddenly roared, his voice sharp and piercing, completely lacking his usual cultured demeanor.
"You treacherous woman, how dare you use the princess to threaten this prince consort, you are courting death!"
The shout, laden with chilling hostility, shook the dust from the beams of the room down in a flurry.
The sheer violence of it struck fear into those who beheld it.
"Come in, I’m tired of this woman; dispose of her as you see fit."
The sophisticated man’s expression showed disdain as he glanced at the woman on the bed, waving his hand dismissively.
At this command, a commotion of footsteps erupted from behind the closed door.
A dozen or so burly, muscular men burst in like wolves and tigers.
Their bodies exuded a rough aura, clashing with the room’s atmosphere.
"Thank you for the reward, Prince Consort!"
The leader of the men wore an ingratiating smile, so overdone that his features seemed scrunched together.
In this solemn and cruel scene, it appeared especially ridiculous and laughable.
With that, the man eagerly approached the bed in quick strides.
His hands moved greedily, hastily shedding his clothes.
His eyes glimmered with a mix of greed and fervor, as if about to devour the beautiful woman on the bed whole.
The woman on the bed was none other than Princess Xingyue’s personal maid Xu Zilan.
She was extraordinarily beautiful, recognized as one of the top beauties in the Wen Family estate.
Usually, the man could only secretly covet her beauty from the shadows, his longing suppressed in his heart, smoldering like a hidden flame.
Who would have thought destiny could be so absurd, that today his wildest dream would come true.
He actually had a chance to lay hands on the woman of his dreams. The man’s heart was filled with joy, his steps became even more urgent, and his expression grew increasingly twisted.
Meanwhile, the sophisticated man now wore a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, strolling to a chair at the side and leisurely sat down.
He leaned back slightly, completely relaxed, but his eyes remained fixed on the movements on the bed, filled with unabashed mockery.
This damned maid had repeatedly complained about him in front of the princess.
Today, this prince consort would make her understand who her true master was.
Before long, a sudden loud crash was heard, followed by an dazzlingly dark arc of elemental force that roared in like an angry dragon from outside the room.
It violently smashed through the room, and in an instant, the walls and roof turned into countless fragments, flying outward like projectiles.
As the walls surrounding the room collapsed with a loud crash, the scene inside the room was laid bare for all to see.
"Lan’Er!"
A voice filled with extreme sorrow and pain echoed throughout, laden with endless agony and fury.
Immediately after, a sharp, shrill voice rang out, seemingly shattering the very heavens and earth: "Wen Mochen, you deserve to die!"
At the same time as the intruder’s two angry shouts, a mysterious light flickered in the air.
"Profound Celestial Hairpin!" As these three words were shouted, the mysterious light that had shrouded the air gradually faded away like smoke, revealing a small and exquisite object.
It was a jet-black bronze hairpin, with sleek lines, engraved with complex and mysterious patterns.
Under the sunlight, it shone with an ancient and cold luster.
The person who had come from the sky moved with the lightness of a swallow, her robes flapping fiercely in the wind.
Her hair danced with the wind, her face was breathtakingly beautiful yet covered in frost.
She was none other than Princess Xingyue.
At this moment, Princess Xingyue’s almond-shaped eyes were wide opened, burning with raging fire, glaring at Wen Mochen in the room with a desire to tear him to pieces.
In her hand she clutched the "Profound Celestial Hairpin," its glow radiant, seemingly echoing the boundless fury of its owner.
This hairpin was not simple; it was a seven-pattern lunar artifact specially gifted to Princess Xingyue by the late emperor for her protection.
Princess Xingyue’s surroundings were like boiling water, violently rippling with terrifying waves.
In the blink of an eye, a jet-black arc of formidable energy, the Power of Origin, emerged from the void.
Then, the dark energy arc, infused with the power contained within the Profound Celestial Hairpin,
with a cataclysmic force, rushed toward a shocked Wen Mochen.
The momentum seemed as if it would completely pulverize Wen Mochen, leaving not even a single ash.
Wen Mochen’s eyes were wide, staring unflinchingly at the force rushing toward him with world-ending momentum, his face filled with terror and despair.
At this moment, his entire body was uncontrollably trembling violently, his legs shaky, barely able to stand.
Wen Mochen’s heart was filled with endless fear, unable to even conceive a thought of resistance, only able to watch helplessly as the terrifying power drew closer to him.