The Demon Lords

Chapter 968 - 218: Breach of the Dam (Part 3)

This scene is bloody, suffocating, and at the same time, strangely beautiful.

At the same time,

because Zheng Fan had proactively given the Princess permission,

this whole setup

was actually something the Princess herself conjured from her own heart.

This woman

really is ruthless enough.

Still, Lord Zheng liked this rhythm: I set the opening, you pick up the ending. This coordination, this tacit understanding—perfect.

Zheng Fan snapped his fingers again,

the Sixth Prince Ji Chengjue appeared,

Ji Chengjue was wearing a dragon robe, standing in front of the Princess, bent at the waist,

the corners of his mouth curled in a mocking smile as he looked at the Princess,

and said:

"What do you have to be so arrogant about?

I’m going to take you as a consort, make you one of my concubines. After all, I need to placate the North Border Army, and as for you, this is the only use you have left."

The Princess raised her head, looking at Ji Chengjue in his dragon robe.

"No! No! No!"

She started backing away, desperately backing away.

Right after that,

Zheng Fan watched the Little Six he had simulated blow apart on the spot, blasted into pieces!

Lord Zheng, off to the side, watched Little Six die so miserably that he actually felt a bit embarrassed.

Then,

Lord Zheng snapped his fingers again.

Sword in hand, Li Liangshen and Seventh Uncle appeared before the Princess.

"Brother, Seventh Uncle, protect me, protect Qian’er."

Li Liangshen didn’t move, just leaned coldly on that ancient, heavy sword of his.

There was none of that decisive resolve from that night when she said one word and he directly went to kill the Sixth Prince for her.

Seventh Uncle hugged his own sword, snorted coldly, and said:

"You think you’re worthy of making me use that sword?"

"No! No! No!!!!!!"

The Princess started screaming; her gaze began to go unfocused, her hair coming loose and hanging down.

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

A sudden rush of iron hooves came rolling in—it was a group of North Border cavalry galloping by.

The Princess shouted wildly at that familiar troop of Black Armor riders,

but they completely ignored their Princess and kept riding forward.

Within the ranks,

there was a young man,

smiling as he looked at the Princess.

Since he’d confirmed the Princess had never seen her younger brother’s face, this time Lord Zheng didn’t hold back and directly gave him the young lord’s face.

The young lord shouted with disdain:

"Sister, the North Border Army is mine; it has nothing to do with you. You’d better just marry properly and let Father get to hold a grandson early, hahahahaha."

"No, this isn’t real, this isn’t real, this absolutely isn’t real!"

The Princess clutched her head and started to go hysterical.

Next,

before Zheng Fan could personally set up the next scene, the next scene appeared on its own.

What appeared was the Yan Emperor,

"Li Qian, how dare you—are my sons something you can kill whenever you like? What do you think you are? Even without you, your father still has your younger brother to carry on the family line!"

"No!!!!!!!!!"

Then,

the next scene also emerged on its own,

and in this one,

it was a women’s inner chamber, with an iron cage inside; then, a man stood outside the iron cage—it was actually the wild people’s king.

The wildling king was rubbing his hands in a lecherous way,

and shouted to the Princess:

"Hahaha, I was willing to lead the wild people to submit to Yan, and Yan has bestowed you on me in marriage, hahahaha. The Yan people never treated us wild people as human, but they don’t treat you as any kind of person either, hahahaha."

"No, get out, get out, all of you get out!"

Zheng Fan had only been responsible for opening the first act,

everything that followed was actually the Princess, after being triggered, losing control and starting to ’torture’ herself—like someone walking into a dead-end alley, unable to get out, yet still blindly forcing herself deeper and deeper in.

What made Lord Zheng feel both amused and exasperated was,

he actually saw himself in the next scene,

only to see himself in armor,

pinning the Princess directly beneath him, viciously tearing at her clothes—one look and it was obvious what he was about to do.

This was clearly also something the Princess had imagined,

but it made Lord Zheng so embarrassed,

it felt like watching that kind of film in a past life and suddenly realizing the lead actor was himself—pure absurdity.

He watched as the "himself" pressing down on the princess kept tearing at her clothes while baring a ferocious grin and saying:

"I’m the favorite at Lord Jingnan’s side, I’m the Lord Pingye personally ennobled by His Majesty, I’m the man valued and appreciated by the Earl of North Border. Since you and the crown prince can’t be a thing anymore, then be with me, hahahaha, they’ll definitely be satisfied too. Only like this do you have any worth!"

"...... " Zheng Fan.

Scene after scene began to surface one after another,

and the princess’s gaze had already slid into madness.

The dream kept twisting, tangling, shattering.

It worked.

Zheng Fan let out a long breath,

he was truly exhausted,

it really wasn’t as爽 as just taking a blade and chopping someone’s body to death.

"Mo Wan, end it."

"Wmm!"

"Wmm!"

"Wmm!"

Zheng Fan only felt his consciousness once more wrapped into running water, rolling over and over.

It was like he opened his eyes several times in a row, yet also like he woke up an uncountable number of times in an instant.

By the time Zheng Fan finally opened his eyes that last time,

he found himself sitting in his bedchamber,

with Siniang’s voice coming from the side:

"My lord, are you all right?"

"I...... urgh......"

Lord Zheng didn’t even have time to answer

before he suddenly opened his mouth and started vomiting like crazy, throwing up all the midnight snack he’d eaten earlier. Then his head spun even more violently; with a "thump" his chair toppled backward. If Siniang hadn’t been quick enough to catch him, Zheng Fan’s head might have slammed straight into the floor.

"Hiss..."

The blind man at the side also woke at this moment, sucking in a sharp breath as fresh blood trickled from both his eyes.

In the underground secret chamber,

Shatuo Queshi let go of his hand. The stone shard of the Mo Wan dropped to the ground, and the Mo Wan’s soul immediately sank back into the shard. It seemed to want to float up and return, but had only just left the ground when it lost strength again and clattered back down, wobbling a few times.

Shatuo Queshi lay back into the coffin, the baleful aura around him thinning to almost nothing, as if all the accumulation of these past years had been completely spent.

But his eyes still remained clear,

and only after a long while

did he finally close them,

slipping once more into slumber.

...

"Why was the heart-guarding jade pendant useless, why was the Pixiu tooth ring personally polished by Lord useless, why is it that the two of you Qi cultivators can’t wake the young lady up!

Where’s the evil spirit, where’s the evil spirit—drive the evil spirit out already!"

The brothers Dahu and Erhu were kneeling by the side of the bed. Lying on it was the princess, her brows knitted, her expression full of pain—clearly she had yet to wake.

"Seventh Uncle, we can’t sense any evil presence. The reason the pendant and the tooth ring aren’t working is because right now it’s the princess herself who doesn’t want to wake up. If the princess doesn’t want to wake, we have no way to rouse her."

"What do you mean the young lady herself doesn’t want to wake up—no, I’m asking you: how long before the young lady wakes up!"

Erhu answered in a trembling voice:

"The young lady has sealed off her own spirit. Maybe in a couple of days she’ll untie it herself and wake up, or... or... or maybe..."

"Or maybe what, spit it out!"

"Or maybe she’ll never wake up again."

...

Dawn was close, but not yet here.

The chilly streets inside the city were almost empty.

Only the Sword Saint walked alone,

Longyuan propped on his shoulder,

with a pig’s head still hanging from the sword.

The Sword Saint, pig’s head over his shoulder,

walked down the deserted street, heading home.

As he walked,

the Sword Saint couldn’t help but glance toward both sides of the street. In the courtyards just one wall away on either side, ranks of armored soldiers were packed in tight, hiding without a sound.

The Sword Saint gave a light cough,

turned his head,

and looked at the pig’s head on his shoulder.

That stepson of his, Liu Dahu, loved to eat this soy-braised pig’s head meat the most, hehe.

It hadn’t been for nothing, staying up in the middle of the night to help set up some killing chance for that Lord Pingye,

Just like in a village—when it’s busy season and you lend the neighbors a hand, they at least owe you a meal,

so him taking one pig’s head of Lord Pingye’s back home,

that’s not overdoing it, right?

Hehe.

The Sword Saint balanced the pig’s head on Longyuan and kept walking forward,

and when the mood hit him,

he even called out:

"The air is dry, beware of fire~"

———

Good night!