Chapter 740: Glimpsing the Future, the Death of the Clan Lord

"Do I, Li Zhiyi, look easy to bully?"

A cold voice rang out as Li Zhiyi, holding a kitchen knife with a notched blade, kept hacking away at the corpse before him.

"Li Zhiyi, you are courting death!!!"

Huo Fu was furious, jet-black patterns emerging over his physical body; sixty-four Extreme Satin patterns manifested!

Something had gone wrong.

Li Zhiyi had gone mad.

If his subordinate failed in their duty, he would suffer the consequences.

Furthermore, looking at the current situation, his grave crime of falsifying military merits would soon be impossible to hide.

With both crimes punished together, he might even be directly beheaded.

Thinking of this.

Boom!

Huo Fu charged straight forward, jet-black patterns manifesting within his palm as he brought it down toward Li Zhiyi's head.

Bang!

A terrifying gravity struck instantly; while Huo Fu's body was still flying in mid-air, it was pressed directly onto the ground.

"What is all this commotion?!"

Luo Puxin's icy voice rose.

He walked past Huo Fu and saw the blood-covered youth staring at him with an extremely cold gaze.

This feeling...

It was just like Chen Min.

No.

Luo Puxin frowned; this was a feeling he couldn't put into words.

"Do not think the entire Great Xia Military Guard is your enemy."

Luo Puxin spoke, looking at the kitchen knife in Li Zhiyi's hand; he had already guessed the situation seven or eight parts correctly.

"You should not have taken action directly; even waiting a moment for me to investigate the truth would have been better. Killing a comrade-in-arms is a capital offense."

Luo Puxin's voice turned low.

Being young and hot-blooded is not a bad thing, but sometimes it really ruins things.

Regardless of Li Zhiyi's situation, the fact remained that he had killed a comrade-in-arms right in front of him.

"Heh!"

Li Zhiyi looked coldly at Luo Puxin:

"I merely went into an empty house to take a set of clothes to wear, and I was dragged into the Military Guard.

Just because I am a mortal, I was to be used by him as a human bomb.

I am not courting death; I am trying to survive!"

He growled out loud.

He had already made up his mind in his heart: if this person still intended to kill him, Li Zhiyi, after knowing the cause and effect.

Then he would no longer care.

This person looked extremely powerful, and he, Li Zhiyi, also wanted to see just how powerful the other party could be.

It was a pity he had lost all his memories; if he were to die like this, it would be too much of a farce.

"Human bomb?" Luo Puxin's eyes flashed with cold light as he looked at Huo Fu:

"What is the situation?"

But he saw.

Huo Fu, who was suppressed on the ground, stammered, his eyes glaring angrily at Li Zhiyi:

"My Lord, he stole clothes from the Heavenly God General's home. He has no memory; he is definitely one of the Five Clans.

He is also a mortal, I was just... just telling him to..."

Boom!

A heavy wave of black light slammed into Huo Fu's body.

Luo Puxin shouted in a low voice:

"If he was a mortal to begin with, why would the Five Clans send a mortal to fight in Qinzhou?!"

Li Zhiyi fell silent, the fierce light in his eyes gradually subsiding.

"Who caught you to join the army?" Luo Puxin looked at Li Zhiyi.

"A woman named Si Wenyi," Li Zhiyi said coldly.

Luo Puxin paused.

Chen Yan was too important to Si Wenyi; she treated everything belonging to Chen Yan as jade.

That woman said nothing, but everyone understood.

It was just that this time, Si Wenyi had truly done wrong.

Luo Puxin understood Chen Yan.

If someone had no clothes to wear, and he had clothes he didn't want, he would just give them away; why would he care?

"Come back with me." Luo Puxin looked at Li Zhiyi:

"If you only stole a piece of clothing, no one can force you to join the army.

After we return and investigate this matter through headquarters, perhaps your freedom can be restored."

He turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Yet, Li Zhiyi remained standing in place.

"You..." Luo Puxin frowned.

Yet, Li Zhiyi pointed at Huo Fu, who was still pinned to the ground.

"He and I are already enemies; even if I leave the military camp, I will still be hated by him, and perhaps one day I will die at his hands."

Li Zhiyi looked at Luo Puxin:

"You asking me to leave now is the same as telling me to die in the future!"

Luo Puxin was speechless.

You are truly ruthless, indeed very much like Chen Min.

No.

Not Chen Min.

Who is it?

Luo Puxin narrowed his eyes, as if he saw that youth who had broken his limits and awakened inside the prison cage.

He shook his head.

Is the pressure too great lately?

He looked toward Qiong Tian.

Chen Yan, it is time to come out.

"Li Zhiyi!!!"

Huo Fu's face turned crimson, and he looked at Li Zhiyi with rage:

"You are ruthless, you are ruthless enough; I, Huo Fu, misjudged you before!"

He laughed out loud.

Luo Puxin sighed softly:

"If everything you said is true, this Huo Fu will be judged by the Military Martial Guard."

He waved his hand:

"You come back with me first."

With his discernment, he naturally knew that what Li Zhiyi said was true.

But everything needed to follow procedure.

Otherwise, everything would fall into chaos.

Huo Fu's eyes widened, filled with a ferocious grin, looking at Li Zhiyi as if mocking him.

Just a moment ago, he had truly thought he was going to die.

He gritted his teeth.

Luo Puxin wanted to protect Li Zhiyi and convict him, Huo Fu.

But he, Huo Fu, was not someone to be trifled with.

He held a massive piece of leverage.

Li Zhiyi entered the Former Residence of the Divine General and stole the Divine General's clothing; this was a crime, a grave crime!

Even if Luo Puxin spared Li Zhiyi.

The vast Military Martial Guard would not spare him.

Very few people knew about this matter.

Si Wenyi also knew that once it spread, Li Zhiyi would have no place left in the Military Martial Guard.

The Xunyang faction, and even the entire Military Martial Guard, were the power base of that lord.

How many people revered that person like a god?

In their eyes, that lord could not be tainted in the slightest.

Even if it was just stealing a piece of clothing, they would harbor hatred, resentment, and even a desire to exterminate him.

Why did the Five Clans not raze the Former Residence of the Divine General when they swept through Qinzhou?

On one hand, the Five Clans also felt reverence.

On the other hand, they were also afraid.

They were also afraid of being retaliated against.

Huo Fu breathed heavily, veins bulging one by one; he had been driven to such a state by Li Zhiyi.

As long as he returned to the Military Martial Guard, he would reveal Li Zhiyi's actions to everyone.

By then, he, Huo Fu, would not be a butcher who made his subordinates into human bombs, but a hero who vindicated the Divine General!

He would not die; the one who would die would be Li Zhiyi!

Even Luo Puxin would not be able to protect him!

Puchi!

A blade of light slashed over, and a bloody mark was cut into Huo Fu's neck.

Huo Fu was stunned; the cold sensation of pain had not yet arrived.

Blood like a pillar had already sprayed out from his neck.

Puchi!

Another slash!

Huo Fu's eyes bulged, and bright red blood flowed from his forehead, staining his vision red.

He opened his mouth wide, and in the blood-red world, he saw a pair of eyes that were cold to the extreme.

That was a butcher, raising a long blade against him just like slaughtering a pig.

He could not scream, because he himself saw red and yellow matter flowing out from his shattered forehead.

Bang, bang, bang!!!

Li Zhiyi slashed several times.

With a bang.

A force of gravity struck, and Li Zhiyi was sent flying several meters away.

Luo Puxin looked at Huo Fu, whose head had been hacked into several pieces, with an icy expression; the veins on his forehead were bulging.

It was impossible not to be furious.

"You are..."

Luo Puxin's eyes turned fierce:

"Doing what?!"

In the distance, the young man who had fallen to the ground wiped the blood from his face:

"I am saving myself, can't you see? I am saving myself!"

"When a common man is enraged, he can still splatter blood three feet; when I, Li Zhiyi, am enraged, at least..."

"Ten feet!"

Li Zhiyi spoke with his face covered in blood:

"I only killed a few beasts that were going to kill me anyway!

You tell me, did I do something wrong?!"

Luo Puxin watched in a daze, but the anger on his face did not dissipate.

Until a certain moment, Luo Puxin was almost angered to the point of laughter.

"Good!"

He growled:

"Don't even think about leaving the Military Guard; you love to kill, don't you? Go kill! Let's see how many you can kill?!"

Luo Puxin was gnashing his teeth:

"Just take that kitchen knife of yours and go kill!

Until the moment you die on the battlefield!"

…………

Ji Continent, Wang Ting.

"The struggle of the Five Clans should end."

"I wonder how Ji Chuxi and Ji Yanbing are doing."

Inside the empty grand hall, the Ji Ruler paced alone, the faint glow of the sunset flowing in through the gaps of the gilded doors.

"Chen Continent has not had a Continent Bright for a thousand years; this matter may be true, but it could also be a Great Xia conspiracy."

"Regardless, my Ji Continent has long had no way out; after the Great Xia population is castrated, within a hundred years, the speed at which the world's malice is born can be reduced by a full seventy percent."

"The Xia Clan also no longer has the capacity to endure the Imperial Calamity as they once did when they held the nation."

"What I have done has never been wrong."

She paced continuously, contemplating many major events in her mind.

Thinking every day, deciding every day.

To this day, she is somewhat unable to see clearly, but there is no longer any way out.

Ji Continent has no more talent.

The last talent in Ji Continent who could suppress all directions is she alone.

The overall quality of the strong in Ji Continent is also far inferior to the other four clans.

Ji Continent has long entered a decline.

All that can be done is to rely on others.

Rely on Great Xia?

Don't be ridiculous.

Great Xia has always been in precarious danger, a dying sick dragon.

Yu Continent only cares about itself.

Lu Continent repeatedly harbors the ambition to plot against the world, but this time they all lost to Great Xia; the so-called Xia-Lu marriage alliance is even more of a joke, as they even sacrificed their own four elders.

Chi Continent is quiet, but it has long since walked together with Chen Continent.

Therefore, Ji Continent declaring war on Great Xia appears to be coerced by the other four continents, but in reality, it is using war to nourish the nation.

Ever since the Ji Ruler ascended to the throne decades ago and the Tie Continent Rebellion occurred, Ji Continent appeared to be in danger with Lu Xunyang attacking the Wang Ting.

In reality, it was profitable.

Chen, Chi, and Lu continents gave quite a bit, and Yu Continent also appeared and provided relief.

They could not afford not to give; the Five Clans are bound together regardless.

Who decreed that war must necessarily lead to the suffering of the people and the decline of the nation?

This statement is aimed at a great nation like Great Xia that has no trade to conduct.

Back then, in order to seize power and control the human race, the Xia Ruler created the Five Clans, and the ancestors of the Five Clans even followed the Xia Ruler's lead.

Within the clans, too many died, and too many were wounded.

When Great Xia was founded, the Xia Ruler and the Five Clans bathed together in the blood of the Ancient Gods.

That was a glorious and tragic era.

After the founding of the nation, some of the ancestors within the Five Clans died one by one in strange ways; later on, the Xia Ruler stopped pretending and wanted to establish a new Five Clans to replace the old ones.

If this plan were to be implemented, it would mean hundreds of thousands of heads.

Regardless of whether you are man, woman, old, or young, all would have to die.

At that moment, the Five Clans finally understood what kind of person the Xia Lord was.

A person who could be so cold-blooded even toward his own son, could he be good to others?

The heads of the Five Clans took all the experts within their respective clans to meet the Xia Lord, and then they never appeared again.

No clansman ever saw them again.

The Five Clans were preserved because of this.

The Five Clans had long since sworn a covenant back then; the five clans were inseparable.

"Nowadays, it is becoming somewhat difficult to see clearly..."

Ji Lord closed her eyes, letting a sliver of the setting sun fall upon the bridge of her nose, her long, slender eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were pondering something.

"Someone, bring the Hanging Heaven Mirror!"

Ji Lord spoke suddenly.

Very quickly, someone brought over a circular bronze mirror with an ebony base, upon which the sixty-four hexagrams were faintly visible.

"Is it necessary for the Three Marshals to come?" the person, dressed in a black robe, asked while bowing respectfully.

"No need."

Ji Lord shook her head slightly and dismissed the others.

Her expression turned grave as she looked at the black-armored beauty reflected in the mirror.

Her delicate nostrils flared slightly, and she extended a finger to press against the surface of the mirror.

Soon, a drop of blood dripped down from the surface of the mirror.

Ji Lord watched quietly.

The Hanging Heaven Mirror, born hanging from the heavens, used once every hundred years, can glimpse the future of one person, can probe a sliver of a chance at survival.

It is not a divine artifact, but it is an important treasure.

If it were not for the fact that current events were making it increasingly difficult for Ji Lord to see clearly, she would not have used it.

Immediately following, Ji Lord's breathing hitched.

She saw a corpse.

It was her own corpse; that exquisite black armor was beaten until it caved in, blood flowed from the gaps in the armor plates, that beautiful face was shattered, blood flowed ceaselessly, and she died with her eyes wide open.