Chapter 108

In the Imperial City Guard Deputy Commander's residence, Zhou Tian looked at the corpse placed before him, his brows furrowed tightly.

At this moment, he smelled the bloody stench in the room; the wound that had just been healed seemed to throb faintly again, as if it were flaring up.

Yang Jun, you bastard!

After cursing Yang Jun silently in his heart, Zhou Tian examined the corpse again.

"Who killed them?"

Although the corpses were headless, under such scrutiny he could still tell they were all his own men.

The city guard troops lowered their heads, but finally one person mustered the courage to speak.

"The corpses were thrown at the gate of the city guard camp, the deputy commander's head…"

This person couldn't continue, but Zhou Tian knew the one he referred to was his most loyal subordinate.

Now, however, it has come to this.

Gazing at these corpses, Zhou Tian clenched his fists.

His knuckles cracked.

At this moment, he felt an even stronger reluctance.

"Is it hard to see clearly?"

Zhou Tian asked angrily; now his heart was filled with reluctance and unwillingness.

The irrepressible anger surged in his chest.

The Imperial City Guard members remained silent, heads bowed.

Zhou Tian only felt a chill surge across his heart.

He could not truly imagine what would happen next.

That person in the shadows is too formidable.

Moreover, this person's methods are excessively cruel!

Can I possibly respond and resist?

Those who died were all his capable aides, all his subordinates.

Yet they were simply killed like this—such an act is utterly intolerable!

Furthermore, the opponent threw the corpses back at the Imperial City Guard gate; he is a deputy commander, and his status is no longer merely that of the Phoenix Battalion commander.

Such conduct by the opponent is clearly a warning to him—or, in other words, a provocation.

Given Zhou Tian's intelligence, he can certainly discern who is truly behind these matters.

"The Emperor?"

He would never do such a thing to win Zhou Tian over.

Moreover, in the capital, aside from the Emperor, the only one with the capability to possibly do this is none other than Prince Pingxi, Yang Ye!

Thinking of Prince Pingxi Yang Ye's own might and formidable power, Yang Jun's heart filled with terror and dread that surged up.

At this moment, he again felt his wound worsening.

In his chest, qi and blood kept surging; the next moment, it seemed he would vomit that mouthful of blood.

Zhou Tian's heart was full of hatred!

He hated the intangible fate, he hated Yang Jun!

If not for this bastard, how could my life have undergone such a change?

Originally, I should have married the Princess and embarked on the beginning of a blissful, perfect path.

But all of this changed because of Yang Jun's existence.

In that battle at the ancestral temple, Zhou Tian lost his heir.

Yang Jun's sword not only wounded his body, but also dealt his heart a heavy blow.

Under these circumstances, am I already unable to persevere?

Now, Yang Jun's father Yang Ye has dealt another heavy blow.

He kills people in the capital—surely no one can rein him in?

Thinking of all this, Zhou Tian only felt his qi and blood churning in his body, and the more intense pain followed.

At that moment, everything he needed to endure and perceive could only surge forth in this intangible way.

Damn it, why, as the Heaven's Chosen Son acknowledged by my master, do I suffer such fate?

Thinking of this, Zhou Tian inexplicably yearned for his two senior martial sisters.

Mo Qingyan and Leng Qingyue—how is it that they still haven't returned even now?

This really makes Zhou Tian feel very stifled.

He firmly believes that his two senior martial sisters would never betray him.

After all, one was prepared for him as a sacred body, and the other was also prepared for him by his master.

Yet now they have no relation to him whatsoever.

From Pingxi Prince's Mansion, the sound of cups being raised and exchanged kept coming.

Listening to those sounds, that honor and that liveliness ought rightfully to be his.

But no matter what, now it's impossible for him to strive or seize it.

Damn Yang Ye!

If it weren't for his feigned death and his coming here today, such a result would never have come to pass.

All of that should have been his.

Yang Jun, Yang Jun, you have a fine father.

But this isn't your fault; it's my bad luck.

I admit defeat, but this time I won't accept fate—I will still fight!

Zhou Tian gathered his courage again and shouted angrily.

At this moment, his eyes flashed with fury.

All of this right now is merely a trial.

"Junior brother, are you afraid of Prince Pingxi? Though he is strong, you have our help—what do you have to worry about?"

When Zhou Tian's mind was in utter turmoil, the door moved slightly and a figure flashed in.

In that instinctive moment, Zhou Tian immediately gripped the hilt of the Heaven Sword, and his eyes lifted.

But at this moment Zhou Tian was first startled, yet upon seeing who it was clearly, he still showed a look of joy.

A slender, long-haired woman with smiling brows and eyes radiated youthful vigor, yet amidst that there was also the tranquil grace of a lady from a noble family.

Though dressed purely, her slender waist revealed towering peaks; as she walked, one could faintly see surging waves.

"Fifth Senior Sister!"

Zhou Tian stood up and let out a cheer.

The visitor was Zhou Tian's Fifth Senior Sister, Lin Qingyue; Zhou Tian was delighted, and as he spoke he wanted to step forward.

But just as he made that motion, it tugged at his wound.

A muffled groan escaped him; Zhou Tian furrowed his brows, his face showing pain.

"Junior brother, don't move yet."

Lin Qingyue stopped Zhou Tian, her eyes noticing the Holy Sword beside him.

She walked over and stared at the Holy Sword.

"Is this the Holy Sword?"

Lin Qingyue asked, her face full of astonishment.

When the sword was forged, it was infused with the qi of life and death, and after undergoing the blood sacrifice of the dead and the living, it gained spirituality.

The pure white and pure crimson light are the King's Sword and the Overlord's Sword—one governs life, the other governs killing.

Now this sword, a flash of pure white light passed over, and Lin Qingyue nodded slightly.

"Junior brother, you hold the Heaven Sword—how could you still suffer such severe wounds?"

Upon hearing Fifth Sister Lin Qingyue's words, Zhou Tian's face flushed.

In this situation, he could also hear dissatisfaction in Lin Qingyue's voice.

To Zhou Tian, the current situation is still utterly unwilling.