Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 73: Royal Hunting grounds (Part-13)

"Who..."

Luna spun around in shock, eyes scanning wildly. No one was there.

No cultivator.

No shadow.

Nothing.

Her heart pounded violently.

Someone had attacked her.

Just as she steadied herself and prepared to rejoin the battle—

Pain struck again.

"AH!"

Luna screamed in fury and fear. "Who is it? Who’s attacking me with such cowardly tactics? Come out..."

There was no reply.

Only silence met her roar.

Zora glanced at her indifferently, instantly understanding that it was the work of her furballs.

This was her opening.

Without any hesitation, Zora’s entire aura erupted as she shifted her focus completely to the Gale Wolf.

Her sword spun in her hand, her mana surging violently through her meridians.

Prince Philip’s pupils shrank.

She was abandoning defense.

She was going head-on. It was akin to a suicide.

"Is she insane?" Prince Philip thought in horror.

The body of a demonic beast far surpassed that of a human cultivator. Even weapons struggled to pierce their flesh.

And yet—

Zora stepped forward.

Her voice then rang cold and clear through the forest.

"Storm Breaker!"

Her sword vanished into her storage pouch, and at the same time, a terrifying force gathered around her fist.

Her Mana twisted unnaturally around her first, then compressed, rotated before exploding inward.

With Phantom Step activating beneath her feet, her figure flickered and appeared beside the Gale Wolf in the next instant.

Her fist then slammed straight into its waist, its weakest point.

The most ruthless and effective way to kill an enemy was never brute force alone, but striking directly at their weakest point.

Zora had no intention of dragging this battle out.

She wanted the Gale Wolf dead in the shortest time possible.

Boom!

As she struck with brute force, a deafening explosion echoed through the forest.

Prince Philip and Luna saw a massive figure fly backward like a broken sack, smashing heavily into the ground and sending dust and debris billowing into the air.

When the smoke settled, both of them inhaled sharply. "Gate Wolf." Both of them gasped in unison.

The same demonic beast that had crushed Prince Philip, that had forced Luna into desperate retreat, had just been sent flying by a single strike.

How terrifying must that punch have been?

Before Gale Wolf could even recover, Zora made her next move.

She advanced without hesitation, her long sword reappearing in her hand again from the storage pouch. As the Gale Wolf struggled to rise, she drove the blade straight down.

Slash!

The sword pierced through its flesh and deep into its heart.

*Awooo*

Blood sprayed into the air as the Gale Wolf let out one final, unwilling howl before collapsing completely.

Zora’s cold expression did not change in the slightest.

With practiced precision, she twisted the blade, cut open the beast’s chest, and extracted the demon crystal in one smooth motion.

The glow of the crystal reflected faintly in her cold eyes.

"First place is secured..."

She casually stored the demon crystal away, then slowly turned around.

Her gaze finally locked onto Luna while Black leapt back onto her shoulder, its eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Now," Zora said calmly, without a speck of warmth in her voice, "it’s your turn, Luna."

Those simple words carried killing intent so dense it felt almost tangible.

Luna froze at that.

She had never imagined that the Gale Wolf would fall so quickly. The scene replayed endlessly in her mind, and her heart pounded violently.

Instinctively, she stepped backward.

"Zo.. Zora... what do you want to do?" Luna asked, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound composed.

Zora smiled, a beautiful smile, light and elegant, yet filled with chilling malice.

"What do I want to do?" she repeated softly.

At that moment, Luna finally understood.

The person standing before her was no longer the "waste" she had trampled on for years.

This was a predator.

A calm, merciless killer.

Fear surged from the depths of Luna’s heart, flooding her limbs.

"You... you wouldn’t dare kill me!" she blurted out desperately. "Have you thought about the consequences? If you kill me..."

"Haha..."

A soft laugh interrupted her.

Zora’s laughter was light, almost pleasant, yet it sent chills down the spine. "What consequences?" she asked lazily.

Her expression suddenly turned icy as she asked. "Did you think about consequences when you tried to bully me since young?"

Luna’s throat tightened. Zora made a step forward and continued to ask, "Did you think about consequences when you tried to kill me with poison?"

Luna instinctively made a step back.

And Zora made a step forward, her tone turning icier with each sentence. "Did you think about consequences when you just tried to kill me now?"

Luna could not refute those words.

As Zora walked toward her step by step, Luna felt as though each footstep was crushing down on her heart.

Her grip tightened around her sword, but her hand trembled uncontrollably.

"Father... Father will never let you go!" Luna screamed, clinging desperately to her last hope.

Zora stopped.

That gives a bit of tiny hope in Luna’s eyes.

But then, Zora smiled again and made another step forward.

"Not that he won’t let me go," she said slowly. "It’s that I won’t let him go."

The last trace of hope shattered in Luna’s eyes.

Her legs weakened in fear and panic.

"Die."

There was no hesitation, no mercy in Zora as she raised her sword.

"His Royal Highness—save—"

"Shadow Kill."

The blade flashed.

A thin line of blood appeared on Luna’s neck before she finished asking for the crown prince’s help.

And her body collapsed to the ground...

Zora stood there for a moment, her sword dripping blood.

In the past, she had merely poisoned Luna.

Later, she ruined her appearance and shattered her ambitions.

She had stopped there, choosing not to pursue further.

But Luna had chosen to push again and again.

In this world, mercy toward an enemy was cruelty toward oneself.

Zora would never give her enemies a second chance. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Luna’s dying body stared at Zora in disbelief.

Even at the moment life slipped away, she could not accept the truth.

She had died...

In the hands of the "waste" she had despised and looked down on for years.

Her eyes widened, frozen in eternal shock, before all light finally vanished.

Meanwhile, Prince Philip stood rooted to the spot.

For a long time, he could not utter a single word.

Everything had happened far too quickly. One moment, Luna was still alive, struggling and screaming, and the next moment, she had already fallen beneath Zora’s sword.

He had not even had time to react.

Zora calmly bent down, removed Luna’s storage pouch, and straightened up.

As her gaze swept over Prince Philip indifferently, Philip couldn’t help but gulp his saliva in panic. She won’t kill him, right?

He is the crown prince, after all.

But he couldn’t use such words as something told him that the moment he tried to use his position and subtly threaten her, she would kill him too.

As Philip just silently stared at her, waiting for her to speak, without a trace of emotion, Zora turned and walked toward the exit of the hunting ground.

The demon crystal of the Gale Wolf was already in her possession.

As long as she left the hunting ground, first place would belong to her.

As for whether Prince Philip would speak of Luna’s death or remain silent, she did not care in the slightest.

Watching that slender white figure gradually fade into the distance, Prince Philip felt as if a thousand flavors churned violently in his chest.

Regret. Shock. And Self-mockery.

It turned out that they had all been fools from the very beginning.

Zora had never been a waste.

They were the blind ones.