Chapter 906: Li Fu’s Killing Intent

In the chaotic battlefield, Li Fu’s voice rang out, drawing the attention of many.

"It’s him?"

Among the crowd, those who had already defected to Zhu Zhong’s side—figures who had once been Li Fu’s followers—were stunned to see the boy in hemp robes reappear.

Now that Zhu Zhong was powerful and Li Fu was a defeated loser, everyone had assumed Li Fu would find a place to hide until the end. No one expected him to jump out on his own...

But everyone only glanced at him before looking away. After all, times had changed; no matter what Li Fu had been before, he posed no threat to Zhu Zhong now. Besides, with hundreds of people fighting here, who had the time to deal with him?

Li Fu wove through the chaotic battlefield, constantly searching for Zhu Zhong, but Zhu Zhong seemed to have been driven elsewhere by several other "Emperors-to-be," and he couldn't find his direction for a moment... At the same time, another familiar figure appeared in Li Fu’s field of vision.

Not far away, Han Dong was holding an ancient longsword, attacking a figure with a broken blade frantically. The figure was retreating steadily under Han Dong’s attacks and was finally kicked heavily to the ground!

Li Fu recognized the man; he was one of Wu Qiong’s subordinates...

And since Han Dong was fighting him, did that mean that after leaving him, Han Dong had ultimately joined Zhu Zhong’s side?

"Cough, cough, cough..." The subordinate of Wu Qiong, kicked to the ground, coughed violently, looking as if he had fought until he was exhausted, his face deathly pale.

The next moment, a sharp sword tip was pressed against his brow!

"Don't... don't kill me, I don't want to die yet..."

Han Dong gripped the longsword, breathing heavily. He looked at the defeated opponent before him; as long as he willed it, he could pierce the enemy’s skull... A brief moment of hesitation flashed in Han Dong’s eyes.

In the end, he shifted the blade, letting it graze the man’s ear and pierce into the ground.

Then he kicked the man a few times to ensure he had no strength left to fight, and prepared to pull his sword out and head elsewhere...

When it came down to it, these people were still children. Even if they were brainwashed into seeing each other as enemies, they could barely bring themselves to commit intentional murder; they were content just to knock their enemies down.

Just as Han Dong turned around, he saw the boy in hemp robes in the distance, frozen in place.

"Brother... Brother Li...?"

Li Fu watched him quietly, his gaze incredibly complex.

In truth, Li Fu could understand Han Dong’s choice. Han Dong had decided to abandon him to survive, giving up his conscience and sentimentality. Since he had already gone that far, why not go all the way, set aside his self-respect, and choose the faction with the best chance of survival?

So what if Zhu Zhong beat him? So what if he was humiliated? Giving up self-respect to survive was nothing to be ashamed of.

But Han Dong hadn't expected to meet Li Fu here again as one of Zhu Zhong’s subordinates...

"Brother Li... why are you here?" Han Dong asked, stammering, avoiding Li Fu’s eyes.

"I’m going to kill Zhu Zhong," Li Fu said faintly. "Are you going to stop me?"

Han Dong was speechless.

He remained silent for a long time before silently making way.

"Brother Li... let it go," Han Dong said hoarsely. "Zhu Zhong is too strong. You don't have a Fate Grid; you can't be his match... It’s not too late to go back now."

Han Dong made way for Li Fu not because he remembered old times and wanted to help Li Fu kill Zhu Zhong, but simply because he felt that Li Fu couldn't possibly harm Zhu Zhong in the slightest.

Li Fu didn't answer, didn't even look at him, and walked past him calmly, as if they were two complete strangers.

Thud—!!

At the same time, a figure carrying a flag crashed through a wall in a sorry state and fell heavily into the chaotic battlefield.

"So what if you all attack together?!" Zhu Zhong’s tall figure was like a hegemon, roaring as he emerged from the flying dust, his body already covered in wounds. "Do you really think you can kill me just like that??"

The Emperor-to-be who had been knocked away, carrying the "Zhao" flag, lay on the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, on the verge of death.

As the dust settled, Wu Qiong and several other Emperors-to-be surrounded Zhu Zhong. Seeing the man beaten to the brink of death, their expressions were incredibly ugly... They had joined forces, yet they hadn't been able to kill Zhu Zhong, and had even let him seize the opportunity to counter-kill one of them.

Zhu Zhong’s eyes were bloodshot. He walked step by step to the side of the Zhao-surnamed Emperor-to-be and brought his heavy halberd down with force!

Bang—!

The skull of the dying Emperor-to-be exploded with a dull thud.

Seeing this, the expressions of the other Emperors-to-be changed. "Zhu Zhong, you actually dare to kill?!"

"Why wouldn't I?" Zhu Zhong sneered. "Only one person can become Emperor in the end, which means only one of us can live... If I don't kill him now, am I supposed to wait for you to kill me?"

"You..."

Zhu Zhong snorted coldly, gripped his heavy halberd, and charged toward them again like a savage beast!

The several Emperors-to-be joined forces again. Their auras intertwined like a massive wall of imperial might, pressing down on Zhu Zhong. The clash of their auras sent dust and sand swirling wildly.

"So what if you join forces?"

"This King is destined by heaven! Who among you can kill me?! Who dares to kill me?!"

Zhu Zhong fought one against many, growing stronger with every strike. More and more remnants of Emperors began to cast looks of admiration upon him, and coupled with the absolute suppression of his number of followers, his ego had inflated to the extreme!

Just then,

A figure in hemp robes walked slowly to the side of the headless corpse, and the ring on his finger silently inserted itself into it.

Flesh and blood were devoured frantically, and the headless corpse soon turned into a skeleton. A strand of killing intent rose slowly in Li Fu’s pupils...

"Zhu Zhong!"

He shouted.

Zhu Zhong, in the middle of the chaotic battle, turned back suddenly, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes when he saw who it was.

Before he could speak, Li Fu’s hand was raised immediately, and he turned it casually toward the stunned Zhu Zhong:

"Knead."

Rip—!

The space around Zhu Zhong tore suddenly. An invisible vortex enveloped half of his body, and to his astonishment, it ripped his flesh and blood away, sending scarlet blood gushing out!

This single turn twisted off one of Zhu Zhong’s arms and legs, as well as half of his torso. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, his heart-wrenching wails instantly echoing through the heavens!

Everything happened too suddenly. Everyone stared in horror, not understanding what had happened.

In the silent world, only one figure in hemp robes walked forward calmly...

"Li Fu??"

Wu Qiong and the others looked at him, their faces full of disbelief. "It’s you... you obtained a Fate Grid? No, that’s not right... what exactly are you..."

"Brother Li..." Han Dong stared blankly at the back of the hemp-robed figure who had casually ripped off half of Zhu Zhong’s body, standing there like a stone statue.