A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 231: You All Come at Me Together

"Boom—!"

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner was summoned.

In an instant, countless dark shadows howled out from the banner.

They transformed into humanoid shapes in midair, clawing wildly, their faces twisted in agony, letting out bone-chilling wails.

These ghosts seemed to be enduring endless torment and suffering.

The moment they appeared, the long-suppressed power was finally unleashed.

In the blink of an eye, the entire ancient battlefield was shrouded in this overwhelming resentment.

The battlefield, already filled with a murderous aura, was now overrun by the cries and shrieks of countless vengeful souls, engulfing the whole area.

The Old Emperor had finally played his trump card.

His black robe had been destroyed, and as he raised his head, his black hair turned stark white in an instant.

His cultivation no longer carried the pressure of the Tribulation Stage.

He had dropped an entire major realm.

Now at the Fusion Stage.

"Kill him!!"

Elder Sun gave a low shout.

If anyone wanted the Old Emperor dead the most, it was none other than Elder Sun.

If this man before them truly was the current Emperor—

Then he had to die!

If he lived, Daxia had only one path left: destruction.

The Old Emperor’s eyes gleamed red as he roared,

"You think you can kill me? In your f***ing dreams!!"

In that moment, his furious shout echoed across the entire space.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner spun wildly like an enraged beast, whipping up sharp, chilling winds.

Elder Sun was the first to be hit, taking a massive blow.

His face went deathly pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The magical robe he wore, woven meticulously from threads of Daxia’s dragon fate, could no longer withstand the terrifying force—

With a crisp "crack", it shattered into countless fragments and scattered all over the ground.

Di Nü Feng wasn’t in any better shape.

The innate spirit treasure bangle she wore—

Which had remained steady until now—suddenly lost its glow and shattered with a loud "bang".

Di Nü Feng staggered backward uncontrollably, nearly falling to the ground.

Even the Sword Spirit wasn’t spared.

The sword aura that surrounded it, once indestructible, was now tainted by the swirling evil energy, drastically weakening its power.

The Sword Spirit’s form trembled violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.

The Old Emperor, wielding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner at the Fusion Stage, showed no fear facing the three of them.

His long white hair fluttered madly in the wind.

"You all come at me! I fear nothing!!"

"........"

Li Xuanxiao’s eye twitched. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Hey hey! Don’t get all fired up out of nowhere, you d*mn maniac.

Why does it feel like I’m the villain here?

The righteous side gets schemed against by the villain...

Then goes berserk and beats the villain into oblivion!!

Yeah... makes sense.

This Old Emperor is ridiculously strong though.

Still, the important thing now was to force him to bring out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Li Xuanxiao nodded.

Next up—just wait for Liu Qiushui to teleport in.

Four against one. Liu Qiushui had also absorbed Daxia’s dragon energy.

And the opponent was holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner...

Li Xuanxiao rubbed his chin with his fingertips.

"........"

While he was deep in thought, on the other side—Liu Qiushui was preparing to step into the teleportation array.

After absorbing the dragon energy, she was ready to leave as planned.

"Safe travels, Your Grace."

Zhang Haoran cupped his fists.

Liu Qiushui raised a brow. "You're not coming with me?"

"I'm under orders from my master to stay hidden here. Time is short, I hope Your Grace moves quickly," Zhang Haoran urged.

"But this way... aren’t you already exposed?"

Liu Qiushui didn’t rush off right away.

She touched her belly, as if she had just eaten her fill.

Looking quite satisfied.

Liu Qiushui opened her fiery red eyes, like a blaze flickering within them.

She looked at Zhang Haoran, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Come with me. You won’t regret it."

Zhang Haoran smiled stiffly. "I appreciate the kind offer, Your Grace, but I’m already a disciple of Zhenren Jia. The plan isn't complete yet—I'll wait for the day you rise again!"

Liu Qiushui ignored the urgency in his tone.

She walked straight over, her aura growing more intense with each step.

Zhang Haoran felt a wave of tension rise in his chest.

Liu Qiushui’s hand landed on his shoulder.

Just then, the guards finally opened the Dragon Gate.

Not wanting to stay any longer, Liu Qiushui bolted, vanishing thousands of miles away in a flash.

At that moment, in the capital—

The only one left was the palace's Chief Eunuch, who had only reached the Tribulation Stage by borrowing dragon energy.

Now that the dragon energy was gone, there was no way he could keep up with Liu Qiushui.

Liu Qiushui took Zhang Haoran and left the capital.

Even the array formation jointly set up by three Fusion Stage elders from Mount Longhu—

Was effortlessly torn apart by Liu Qiushui.

Right now, she was having trouble suppressing the dragon energy in her body.

That was one of the reasons she had to leave the Daxia capital immediately.

Soon, Liu Qiushui and Zhang Haoran arrived at the designated teleportation site.

It had taken ten full years to set up the teleportation array from Daxia to the ancient battlefield of Shencao Mountain.

It had been rerouted seven times, consuming untold treasures and resources.

No choice—whenever something didn’t feel right, they had to change it.

What if someone discovered the teleportation setup?

What if something went wrong during transmission...?

Honestly, a lot of it was probably unnecessary waste.

But Li Xuanxiao didn’t dare take any chances.

One missed detail could ruin everything.

After all, the opponent was the Old Emperor, at the Tribulation Stage, holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

And they still had others to manipulate.

Liu Qiushui didn’t even touch the ground, dragging Zhang Haoran along.

The sheer speed made Zhang Haoran’s inner energy go haywire.

He looked over at Liu Qiushui.

She gave him a rare smile.

She rarely smiled, but every time she did, it was stunning.

"Tell me—what’s the real plan, Li Xuanxiao?"

Zhang Haoran’s expression didn’t change, but he looked at her, puzzled.

Liu Qiushui snorted. "From the moment you approached me, this whole thing was planned.

No—probably even earlier...

Li Xuanxiao, you’ve got guts. You dared to scheme against a Tribulation Stage Emperor? I’m actually kind of impressed."

"Your Grace... what are you talking about?"

Zhang Haoran kept pretending, even though he’d been exposed.

Liu Qiushui shook her head. "Doesn’t matter. I know this is just your clone. It’s a good one, but your habits give you away.

Li Xuanxiao, the plan’s changed. I’m leaving now, the Old Emperor’s yours to deal with.

This move... is called turning the tables."

Liu Qiushui looked at Zhang Haoran with playful mockery.

"You like screwing people over, don’t you? Well, not everyone’s as easy to fool as Di Nü Feng, that gullible little girl."

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