MTL - The Ice Lord Prime Minister’s Black-Bellied Wife - Chapter 117 Antidote (4)

He was The Greatest Talent in the Nine Hells Realm.

Shen Zhenyi began to practice his sword when he was four years and two months old.

At the age of seven, he studied the Ten Thousand Sword Sutra. By the age of eleven, he fought against the Yudao in Shangqing Palace. In an instant, he unleashed one hundred and eighty-five sword strikes, making it impossible for anyone to retaliate. The Yudao admitted defeat and deemed him as “The Peerless Genius.”

At the age of 14, Shen Zhenyi, with his Six Forms of the Ancient Sword, surpassed the swordsman Zuo Tianxing who was ranked among the top ten masters in the world, and won the title of “The First Swordsman of the Abyss.”

He now lies crippled. A fraction of the state he was in before. Or so they thought.

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Ye Muyu, an elite of the modern company, got married and had children directly after time travel. She became the lady of an ancient scholar and the mother of two children, and she also found out that there was a “sister-in-law” who hated her very much.

Not only that, but there is also a ‘reborn’ female supporting role Tang Rou who covets her position everywhere.

Tang Rou: “Your position is mine, and I will be the first-rank madam in the future.”

Ye Muyu looked at the dark-faced man in front of him, and nodded calmly: “Okay.”

A certain man instantly protected Ye Moyu: “You It’s my wife, don’t even try to get rid of me, idlers, get out.”

The son hugged Ye Muyu’s thigh: “Go away, my mother is so nice, if you dare to bully her, I will bite you to death.”

The daughter held Ye Muyu’s arm Arm: “You are a bad person, my mother is the best mother in the world, if you dare to speak ill of my mother, I will report to the police.”

Seeing the happy family of ‘Ye Shi’, the reborn Tang Rou secretly hated her Grinding: It shouldn’t be like this, everything has changed!

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The boy born with cursed eyes, said to be the traitor of all races.Discriminated against all his life will he fight back, or be consumed by hatred? Or will he learn to rise above it?In the world of magic... the Order of Arcane, filled with seven top races, all united by one thing: hating the color of his eyes and a certain name.This kid shall pay for a crime he never committed, etched with seven mythical curses by who? Who knows.How to release them? Solve the seven Akashi riddles.Will he win? Or just become another forgotten page in the history books of Eldarado?There are three primary types of magic: Normal. Racial. Unique.He awakens all of them.Normal: Well maybe not so normal for him.Racial: ??Unique: ??And one final question whispered in the shadows of forgotten historyWho is the true, declared heir to the Obsidian Throne.

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]