Chapter 636: Nan Gong Cang!

Shangguan Rong!

The golden bloodline surged without limit, the golden battle armor grew ever more dazzling, the energy of the Bǔtiān Stone was driven to its utmost, and based on Nangong Mo Xuan Emperor's strength, this move was unleashed; even a low‑level Saint could not possibly withstand it, let alone Shangguan Rong, whose power has not yet reached Saint level?

Shangguan Rong's beautiful face paled.

Before she came to the Shenzhou Academy, she never imagined events would develop to this extent; now she finally realizes that nothing is truly under her control.

And at this very moment, her life hangs by a thread, precariously perilous!

"Shangguan Rong, go die!"

The voice was laced with endless fury and sky‑high hatred.

At this moment, Nangong Mo had become a vengeful killing god, his whole body radiating a chilling murderous intent, his aura as cold as frost, sending shivers down the spine.

Everyone only then realized that Nangong Mo had never intended to kill Nan Gong Han at all.

His target had always been Shangguan Rong!

Nangong Mo's expression hardened like ice, his breath as fierce as a blizzard; his purpose now was crystal clear—he wanted Shangguan Rong's life!

The scene from those years resurfaced in his mind.

His mother's wails and tears remain a knot in his heart he cannot untie in this lifetime.

He had once sworn at his mother's tomb to slay Shangguan Rong, to avenge and erase the hatred.

Now, the opportunity finally arrived.

How could he possibly let her go?!

Only by killing Shangguan Rong can he quell the obsession that has plagued his heart for years!

Even Ye Qingran did not see it coming.

She knew there was a deep grudge between Nangong Mo and Shangguan Rong, but she never expected Nangong Mo to be so impatient.

Yet on second thought, she found it normal.

After all, a hatred for killing one's mother is a sin that cannot be shared, let alone the culprit who caused Nangong Mo's years of destitution and misery.

If it were her, she'd probably be even more eager than Nangong Mo.

If he must die, then let him die!

"Traitor, cease!"

Just as Shangguan Rong seemed about to meet her end, at the hair‑trigger moment a deep voice, imbued with boundless authority, rang across the heavens and earth.

Nangong Mo's whole body froze.

Even without looking up, he knew who the newcomer was.

Before the words finished, a massive force surged forward, repelling Nangong Mo.

A killing strike was thus nullified.

Immediately, a figure descended.

The newcomer appeared to be in his thirties, bearing a few resemblances to both Nangong Mo and Nan Gong Han, clad in a dark brocade robe that highlighted his robust physique.

But the moment he stood there, an aura of authority radiated from him; at a glance he was clearly a long‑standing high‑ranking superior.

"Lord!" Shangguan Rong wept with joy, "Wuwuwu, Lord, you finally came; I thought I would never see you again!"

Shangguan Rong had once been the famed Courtesan Queen of Huangjin City, a beauty that could topple nations; even in age, thanks to meticulous care, she remained stunningly radiant, and now her tears fell like pear blossoms in rain, evoking deep sympathy.

Her charms were innate, countless and exquisite.

There is a saying that heroes cannot surpass a beauty's barrier.

Thus, it is clear that Shangguan Rong's position as the lord's lady of Huangjin City is not without reason.

"Do not fear. I am here."

Nan Gong Cang gently stroked Shangguan Rong's back, whispering comfort into her ear; a faint tenderness surfaced on his otherwise cold visage.

It was evident that Nan Gong Cang adored Shangguan Rong.

Shangguan Rong's mood steadied, and she still turned to give Nangong Mo a provocative glance.

Nangong Mo, your father has arrived; I wonder how you still intend to kill me?

"You scoundrel!" Nan Gong Cang said gravely, "She is your mother!"

When he saw Nangong Mo, he was momentarily stunned.

Nangong Mo's legs could stand steadily on the ground, clearly having recovered!

"Your legs are healed?"

Just now, the warmth in Nangong Mo's blood was extinguished by Nan Gong Cang's action, and the golden battle armor vanished along with it.

Therefore, Nan Gong Cang did not know that Nangong Mo had already manifested golden battle armor.

Nangong Mo simply ignored Nan Gong Cang's question.

"Mother?" Nangong Mo nearly laughed to the heavens, tears threatening to spill, "She is my enemy! She killed my biological mother!"

He roared loudly, hysterically.

He clenched his fists, and Mo's fury erupted in a wild dance.

All his body filled with grief and fury!

At this moment he no longer restrained himself, shouting out everything he had long wanted to say.

"Nonsense!"

Nan Gong Cang's eyebrows shot up as he barked sharply.

He felt deep dissatisfaction in his heart, disappointed with Nangong Mo.

Even if it were true, as a successor of Huangjin City, how could he expose the truth before so many people? Wouldn't that tarnish Huangjin City's reputation?

Has he ever considered Huangjin City's honor?

"Your mother died of illness!"

Nan Gong Cang insisted.

These past years, whenever anyone asked about the cause of Nangong Mo's birth mother's death, he always gave this answer.

Shangguan Rong nestled in Nan Gong Cang's arms, a mocking smile on her face.

Nangong Mo, look, even if I killed your mother, so what? Your father never believes what you say!

I, the enemy of you and your mother, have for years taken the man your mother had, sitting in her place; what can you mother and son do to me?

"Am I talking nonsense? Hahaha!" Nangong Mo found it utterly ridiculous; his biological father, his mother's husband, wouldn't even admit how she died, and even married the enemy as his wife.

"Mo'er, that's enough! I know these years have been unsatisfactory for you; now come back to Huangjin City with me, and I will compensate you!" Nan Gong Cang frowned, commanding impatiently.

He used to like this son quite a bit, but ever since she became a waste, he stopped caring much. After all, he is not only a father but also the Lord of Huangjin City, needing to consider Huangjin City's future.

Therefore, he shifted all his attention to his other son, Nan Gong Han.

Nan Gong Han's talent, though slightly inferior to Nangong Mo's, is still among the top geniuses on Beimingzhou; moreover, Huangjin City lacks no resources, and under his focused cultivation, Nan Gong Han now fully meets his expectations.

As for Nangong Mo, although he can now stand up, he has already missed the golden cultivation period, so his value is certainly not as great as Nan Gong Han's.

However, even though he won't consider making Nangong Mo the future Huangjin City Lord, he has now recovered and can be used by Huangjin City to assist his brother Nan Gong Han, which is not bad.

"Return to Huangjin City?" Nangong Mo said with a sarcastic smile, "What, are you planning to pass the position of Huangjin City Lord to me?"

"Audacious!"

Nan Gong Cang was incensed beyond control.

In his view, Nangong Mo uttering such words in public was undoubtedly a grave act of rebellion.

"Mo'er, aren't you cursing your father with those words?" Shangguan Rong wore an unsupportive expression, but she smiled broadly inside. She wished Nangong Mo and Nan Gong Cang's relationship would become a mess.

"Big brother, so you've been coveting Dad's position for a long time!" Nan Gong Han curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

Upon hearing Nan Gong Han's words, Nan Gong Cang's complexion grew even worse.

He is the type who is extremely sensitive, like an emperor, always needing to watch who covets his position.

Even if Nangong Mo is his son, as long as he dares to covet the Huangjin City Lord's position, he will be treated as an outsider and eliminated swiftly.