frightfiction Chapter 629 Who is the Intruder?
Chapter 629 Who is the Intruder?
Qin Hanyue was completely stunned. She never expected to see Qin Jiyu here.
My first thought was one of overwhelming joy: He! He was dead too?!
But this smug feeling was instantly crushed when he saw the situation before him, which was so drastically different from what he had ever known, turning into utter horror and disbelief.
Qin Jiyu?
He... he actually managed to defeat the King of Qin in Hengye so badly?!
No, that's not right, it definitely wasn't him who hit him.
Si Yuan, the Prince of Qin, has not yet appeared, undoubtedly to save her father. Si Yuan and Heng Ye, the Prince of Qin, had a dispute, and Heng Ye's current miserable state is Si Yuan's doing.
Hengye's hysterical shout of "idiot!" jolted Qin Hanyue out of her daze.
She looked at Hengye in alarm, and hearing her screams and seeing the disgust and annoyance in her eyes, her soul involuntarily tightened.
The next moment, her gaze hardened. Heh, Hengye's hostility towards her was so great, perhaps she was right after all.
Looking into Hengye Hall, he tried to find Siyuan's figure.
The hall was in complete disarray, and nothing could be seen clearly.
“Si Yuan, the King of Qin, is here. As her strategist, I naturally have to come and help her!” She forced down her surging heart palpitations, looked directly at Heng Ye, and spoke with a forced coldness.
She wanted to make her actions seem legitimate.
Hengye rolled his eyes and almost fainted from anger.
Rescue them? You're clearly headed for a double loss!
"Fool, utterly foolish! You think you're some kind of mighty general just because you command a few soldiers?"
"An utterly hopeless idiot!"
Hengye knew that it was too late for Qin Hanyue to take away the Soul Army now, so she could only vent her anger by cursing.
Qin Hanyue was so angry she was practically fuming as Hengye kept calling her an idiot.
Only by repeatedly reminding himself not to argue with a vulgar woman like Hengye could he make her feel a little better.
Qin Jiyu's gaze slowly fell on Qin Hanyue's face.
A cold, piercing smile curved his thin lips. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling sarcasm:
"Hehe, you just want to help Si Yuan, right?"
"What...what do you mean?" Qin Hanyue looked at him in surprise and doubt.
A terrible thought suddenly flooded her mind. She trembled and screamed, "My father! What happened to my father?!"
"Dead." Qin Jiyu said casually.
Qin Hanyue's soul trembled violently. "Who did this?"
Could it be Hengye?
Yes, Hengye has always been impartial and incorruptible, it must be her!
Feeling the hatred in Qin Hanyue's eyes, Hengye almost rolled his eyes to the sky.
Si Yuan's taste is really terrible... She was speechless.
"Who did this?" Qin Jiyu casually admired his fist. "What do you think?"
Qin Hanyue was taken aback.
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's you?"
"I'm going to report this to Prince Qin!" Qin Hanyue's voice trembled with shock and anger. "She's incredibly powerful; she could crush you like an ant!"
Hengye is really about to vomit blood.
That's incredibly clever.
“Siyuan Qin Wang is here, may I report?” Lei Jiao’er’s voice came from inside the hall.
She strode out triumphantly, tossing aside a barely alive figure as if it were trash, hands on her hips, her mind filled with only one word: "Awesome!"
boom!
The man fell heavily at Qin Hanyue's feet; it was none other than Si Yuan, the King of Qin.
She convulsed in a disheveled state, her magnificent red robe, once a symbol of power, now filthy and tattered.
Qin Hanyue was so frightened that she took several steps back, her soul wavering.
Even the mighty King Siyuan of Qin was defeated!
Everything was not as she had guessed!
Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Looking at Si Yuan, who was on the verge of death, she suddenly felt nauseous and almost vomited in front of so many people.
Si Yuan used the last bit of strength to try to grab Qin Hanyue's skirt, but she didn't expect her to suddenly step back, and her hand grasped nothing in vain.
Her bloodshot eyes were fixed on Qin Hanyue, like a vengeful ghost, her voice hoarse and broken:
"You...didn't you say you came to save me?!"
Qin Hanyue, who had lived under Si Yuan's oppressive aura for many years, instinctively shuddered at this moment.
He hurriedly replied, "Your Majesty, King Siyuan, I have come to rescue you. I have summoned 30,000 soul soldiers and I am confident that I can capture him and avenge you!"
A vicious glint flashed in her eyes.
Qin Jiyu, you've really changed a lot in just two years.
She knew she had no way out now.
However, that doesn't mean she lacks the resources to fight back.
No matter how powerful Qin Jiyu is, he can't fight against four hands with two fists. She doesn't believe that 30,000 soul soldiers can't put any pressure on him.
Now that Si Yuan's backer has fallen, as long as Qin Jiyu is captured, even if Qin Youyou arrives soon, she will have a hostage to negotiate with Qin Youyou.
The worst outcome would be to kill Qin Jiyu. Even if it meant death, it would be worth it to risk my life and fight for my honor!
Above the Qin King's Palace in Hengye, Qin Youyou was stunned by what she saw.
My brother is here too.
Who is that woman across from me? She looks so familiar!
She racked her brains and finally managed to rummage through the sparse corners of her mind to find a name.
Her dear cousin, who had been dead for two years and whose bones had been ground to dust by her brother?
"Um, Qin something-Han?"
Qin Hanyue raised her hand and gave an order. The 30,000 Soul Army soldiers behind her lined up in formation, their spears aimed at Qin Jiyu alone.
"Qin Jiyu, today, I will make you pay for your crimes in blood!" she roared hoarsely.
The battle was about to break out, and no one noticed that Si Yuan and Heng Ye on the ground both froze.
Hengye murmured, "Qin Jiyu? His surname is Qin?"
She gasped for breath, staring in shock at the casually elegant young man in white.
They are surnamed Qin, and are also their descendants!
Why didn't he tell them his identity? If they knew he also had the surname Qin, they certainly wouldn't have made things difficult for him.
Si Yuan's eyes were bloodshot: "Your surname is Qin? You've betrayed your master and ancestors! You deserve to die a thousand deaths, you should be sent to the Stone Mill Hell, never to be reincarnated!"
"Deceiving your master and ancestors?" Qin Jiyu laughed.
He pointed at Qin Hanyue and said, "When it comes to betraying one's master and ancestors, she is my senior. She even wanted to kill her own grandfather, so why isn't she in the Stone Mill Purgatory?"
"Since the punishments of the underworld are invalid, what can you do to me?"
He took a step forward, and the golden divine power was no longer concealed, rippling outwards from his feet.
“Golden…” Hengye was stunned.
Si Yuan was instantly petrified.
Golden, divine power!
This young man has actually become a god!
It should be noted that even the Ten Kings of Qin, who had cultivated their Netherworld Power to its extreme, could only generate a very faint golden hue around their bodies.
Qin Hanyue narrowed her eyes and suddenly swung her arm down!
"kill--!"
Thirty thousand Soul Army soldiers took a single step, their cold spears like a black forest, their murderous aura solidified, pointing directly at Qin Jiyu alone.
The terrifying battle formation and killing intent instantly sealed off the entire space.
Faced with this overwhelming military might, Qin Jiyu merely raised his eyelids slightly.
He didn't even make any extra movements; he simply raised his hand casually toward the surging black wave.
It wasn't an attack, it was just...soothing.
Like smoothing out a wrinkle on a painting.
hum!
Centered on his palm, the space where the charging soul army was located instantly twisted, flipped, and folded like a fragile piece of paper.
Before any of the Soul Army could even take a step, they were already sealed within that folded space.
The sharp spear could not pierce even half an inch from that space.
Qin Jiyu chuckled lightly, "These are Youyou's Soul Army. You think you can use them to wear me down? You're dreaming."