Chapter 899: The Gang Beating

The hemp-clothed youth knew who the "Liu Yang" he mentioned was. In the first layer, his performance was also quite prominent, attracting the attention of several emperors, and he should have gone to take the quasi-emperor qualification... But now it seemed that Liu Yang had also failed due to a weak destiny.

The hemp-clothed youth scanned the crowd behind Zhu Zhong and found many of Liu Yang’s original subordinates, who had likely been absorbed by Zhu Zhong.

As for the fate of Liu Yang, whom they originally followed... the hemp-clothed youth didn't know.

"Brother Li..."

A-Qian silently gripped the hemp-clothed youth’s hand, seemingly a bit scared.

The hemp-clothed youth didn't intend to tangle with Zhu Zhong. Since he couldn't compete for any destiny, he only hoped to take A-Qian away safely. After looking deeply at Zhu Zhong and Wu Qiong, he walked into the distance without looking back.

"Did this king let you leave?!"

Seeing this, Zhu Zhong opened his eyes in anger, and the heavy halberd in his hand slammed into the ground again. A gust of wind swept over the hemp-clothed youth, nearly knocking him to the ground!

Chen Ling, in the distance, sneered.

This Zhu Zhong, having obtained the quasi-emperor qualification and not even having an imperial destiny, had already started calling himself a king...

However, that quasi-emperor destiny seemed to have some use, likely having the power of a third-tier in this Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury. Although it wasn't strong in a fight, for these powerless youths, it was indeed divine power, so it was no wonder he was so arrogant.

The figure in the bright red theatrical robes rested his head on the roof, watching the crowd in the distance with great interest, like a spectator in the dark;

"Zhu Zhong, what are you doing?" The hemp-clothed youth pulled up the fallen A-Qian, anger rising in his eyes.

"What am I doing?" Zhu Zhong spoke unhurriedly. "Of course, settling scores with you... Aren't you very strong? Don't you love playing god? Today, I’ll see what you’re capable of."

Zhu Zhong waved his hand and said faintly,

"Beat him."

The next moment, more than a dozen figures ran out from behind Zhu Zhong and pounced on the hemp-clothed youth.

Zhu Zhong didn't do it himself because he enjoyed the feeling of having others work for him just by moving his mouth, which made him feel like a real emperor... And he didn't think Li Fu, who had no quasi-emperor qualification, was worth his effort. He had become a king; why should he fight with an ant?

This scene, in Chen Ling’s eyes, also surprised him.

He had only seen Zhu Zhong once before and thought he was a reckless brute. But this time, Chen Ling observed carefully and found that although Zhu Zhong seemed to be retaliating against Li Fu, his attention was actually always on Wu Qiong...

He wanted to use this opportunity to test Wu Qiong?

Li Fu was already finished, and Wu Qiong might be one of Zhu Zhong’s strong competitors. He was doing all this, it seemed, for Wu Qiong.

"There is finesse in his roughness... This guy is not a simple character, worthy of being chosen by those imperial remnants," Chen Ling said faintly.

Seeing the hemp-clothed youth being pounced on by Zhu Zhong’s subordinates, those who followed him widened their eyes, about to step forward to help, but a cold, bone-chilling voice sounded from behind:

"Whoever helps him, I will beat them along with him... Do you want to be enemies with this king for a piece of trash who can't bear the imperial destiny, or follow this king and leave this ancient treasury together... Choose for yourselves."

Most of them trembled and stopped in hesitation.

The hemp-clothed youth was surrounded by more than a dozen people. As an ordinary person, he had no way to resist. From occasionally dodging at the beginning to having nowhere to hide, he was knocked to the ground by a punch, and then fists fell like raindrops, with countless feet kicking his body frantically.

Piercing pain came from all over his body, but the hemp-clothed youth could only curl up on the ground, emitting muffled groans, and scarlet blood gradually stained the earth...

"Brother Li!"

Among the crowd, only A-Qian rushed into the crowd regardless of everything, but she was kicked to the ground by a man on the outermost edge.

"Zhu Zhong, don't go too far!" Wu Qiong finally couldn't help but speak. "I don't care if you settle scores with Li Fu, but you can even lay a hand on a child as small as A-Qian? Did she provoke you?"

"She rushed up herself; who can she blame for being accidentally injured? Besides, this king has been standing here the whole time... What does it have to do with this king?" Zhu Zhong glanced at her leisurely.

"To be an emperor, one must be ruthless and never indecisive. At critical moments, let alone children, one must be able to abandon one’s own parents and even biological children... Wu Qiong, when you obtained the quasi-emperor destiny, didn't you see those imperial admonitions?

If you can't even follow the imperial admonitions, how can you become the one and only 【Emperor】?"

Wu Qiong recalled the golden characters she had seen before, opened her mouth, but didn't know how to refute. She just silently clenched her fists, a trace of pity flashing in her eyes as she looked at the hemp-clothed youth in the pool of blood, as if she were in an inner struggle.

The street was very quiet,

Quiet, with only the muffled sound of fists beating Li Fu and the heart-wrenching cries of A-Qian nearby... The people who originally followed Li Fu couldn't bear to look anymore and turned their heads away silently.

Chen Ling’s brows raised slightly.

This Li Fu, it seems he really didn't bear the destiny?

Judging by this situation, he didn't even need to do anything; Zhu Zhong would beat Li Fu to death... But Chen Ling knew very well that this matter wasn't that simple.

"A-Qian..." In the chaos, the hemp-clothed youth saw A-Qian kicked to the ground, wailing, and bloodshot eyes bulged.

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he struggled to crawl up from the ground, and despite the punches and kicks, he was about to rush out!

"Brother Li!"

Seeing this, Han Dong couldn't bear it anymore and pushed through the crowd, trying to open a path for Li Fu.

At the same time, he turned back and shouted to the few youths who originally followed Li Fu:

"If it weren't for Brother Li, you would have starved to death in the snowfield long ago! Do you really have no sense of loyalty at all?!"

Hearing this, those people showed hesitation. Looking at the blood-covered Li Fu and the wailing A-Qian not far away, a few of them still remembered the old friendship and rushed out with Han Dong, helping to pull out a path for Li Fu.

The hemp-clothed youth stumbled out of the chaotic battlefield, not caring about his injuries or blurred vision, and ran into the distance with A-Qian!

Seeing this, Zhu Zhong’s gaze gradually turned cold. He slowly raised the heavy halberd in his hand, aiming at the figures of the two fleeing...

"Zhu Zhong, you should stop now."

Seeing this, Wu Qiong finally couldn't help but speak. A trace of aura flowed out, and she raised her hand to block him from the fleeing Li Fu and A-Qian.

"You really want to stand up for them?" Zhu Zhong’s gaze fell on Wu Qiong, his mouth curling into a cold smile. "Just what I wanted... I also want to see, as fellow quasi-emperors, what exactly is the difference between you and me."

……

Two quasi-emperor auras rose in the ruins of the city, but Chen Ling didn't even look there.

His gaze was always locked on the fleeing Li Fu. He saw the youth’s full-body scars, saw the youth’s heartache for A-Qian’s injuries, and also saw the unwillingness in the youth’s eyes...

The hemp-clothed youth looked back, hatred and anger already engraved in his eyes.

A thought surged into Chen Ling’s mind.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a new script gradually taking shape in his mind, and a playful smile curled on his lips...

He seemed to know how to kill Li Fu.