Dark Moon Era

The boiling blood flowed towards the heart like many streams of rivers converging into one spot.

A little bit more stimulation and they would explode into energy that would suffuse every limb and bone, filling every inch of his body.

Then, he would fight!

Tang Ling excitedly licked the edge of his mouth. Would being able to fight wholeheartedly and being fearless of death be a release for him?

Since it was not his personal choice since his environment forced him to this point, he was burdenless.

He could face his grandmother and his sister peacefully in the realm of the dead.

It was not the first time Lionel saw Tang Ling’s furious gaze, especially his smile which emanated a trace of blood that shocked even him.

He stepped up and said loudly, “Well, then… I’m also a Purple Moon Warrior. I suppose I have the right to execute you.”

As he spoke, a beautiful feeling rippled in Lionel’s heart. Everything would soon be over.

Look at what he had gotten! It was a piece of level 3 vicious beast meat and…

Right at the climax of his beautiful fantasy, a rough growl that was as loud as thunder, which suppressed even the agitated uproar of the crowd, clearly entered Lionel’s ears.

“Who are you going to execute?”

When he heard the voice, Lionel trembled vehemently. Without a second of hesitation, fear enveloped him whole.

“Sh*t.” Fei Long frowned. The killer god had arrived! Should it not be at the Wailing Trench, tangling with that troublesome vicious beast? Things seemed to have gone out of control.

Fei Long had a headache, but there was an absence of worry in his eyes? It was as though this person was the one that Fei Long was anticipating.

On the other hand, Lionel’s body stiffened and he barely turned his head around. He saw a man that he had zero intentions of meeting at that second.

Among the crowd, a huge figure stood out like a mountain with his big waving black cape dancing in the wind.

A greatsword as huge as a door plank was on his back, and one of his hands was holding a giant severed lizard head that was as large as half a man.

The lizard’s eyes were still half-open, showing its reverence and fear. Lionel felt like he saw his own eyes in the lizard’s head.

It was Su Yao!

The man in the nightmare that he could never fight back, Su Yao, had appeared!

Countless times in his dream, he tried to fight back, but no matter how many times he attempted to, Su Yao would eventually break his nose and nonchalantly say with a burst of demonic laughter, “Since your nose is already broken, why not make it a little more thorough?”

Then, Lionel heard his own screams. Su Yao did not move at all as he pinched Lionel’s nose with two of his fingers. He pulled and squeezed it until it turned into bones and mashed meat.

The pain carved itself deeply in him. He could not forget the man’s arrogance, his cold attitude, and his superior bearing that was so apparent.

For the first time, Lionel felt like a bug. His life was hanging by a thread which the man controlled.

To be frank, the Agnes family, the veteran Purple Moon Warriors, and everything else was bullsh*t in this man’s eyes. This man was fearless!

A fearless man was equivalent to a madman, and who was not afraid of a madman?

“No!” Lionel barely squeezed a word out of his sourish throat. He knew better than anything else that this was not a dream. This was real.

Despite his nose paying a heavy price and being restored back to its original condition with a Cell Regeneration Drug, his biggest horror was that the wound in his heart could not be healed, resulting in his frequent nightmares which he could not escape.

Pak!

While Lionel blanked out at Su Yao’s appearance, the towering man released his hand and tossed the giant lizard head onto the ground.

Sua!

The huge sword was drawn out from his back single-handedly. Disdain was apparent on his mouth and his eyes were calm, making him appear like a primordial titan.

Su Yao took a step forward, but when his foot landed, he was in front of the iron cage even quicker than the Purple Moon Warrior’s transient step.

Tzzzzzzk!

An irritating metallic screech made one’s teeth numb. All the crowd saw was Su Yao brandishing his sword.

A second later, Su Yao extended his leg and kicked the bloody iron cage vehemently.

The upper half of the cage flew away. It tumbled almost 30 meters in the air before it fell before the crowd with a loud clatter, frightening the people who retreated backward.

Only half of the iron bars were left. The cutting edge of the irons bars, which were as thick as an egg, gleamed with a cold silver glare.

Su Yao squinted his eyes. He lit a cigarette slowly and sheathed his greatsword behind his back as he walked step by step into the iron cage, standing still in front of Lionel.

He blew a mouthful of smoke out at Lionel’s face unbridled as he held the cigarette in his mouth and asked again calmly, “Who did you say you were executing?”

Lionel could not answer. If he could, he would have peed on the spot to vent his fear.

Neglecting the trembling Lionel, Su Yao extended his huge hand and tapped Tang Ling’s back lightly just like how he did before. A stream of tender energy entered Tang Ling’s body and crushed the boiling blood amassing at his heart.

Tang Ling instantly woke up from his bloodthirsty killing trance. He glanced up to see Su Yao’s rather uncomfortable smile.

“Kid, nicely done,” said Su Yao kindly.

Tang Ling felt a little resentment rise within him. He would rather Su Yao scold him than show him such a warm smile because it made him look like a pervert with ill intentions. He would probably scare the girls away, would he not?

As though he saw through Tang Ling’s thoughts, Su Yao suddenly slapped Tang Ling’s back strongly. A blob of clotted blood that formed inside Tang Ling’s system flew out of his mouth. Before he could wipe it away, he noticed Su Yao looking at him fiercely. “You are terribly immature.”

No one understood what Su Yao meant. Why was a young man like Tang Ling still considered immature? Tang Ling knew what Su Yao meant though. If the man had not shown up in time, he would have exposed his biggest secret on this very day—his transformation!

However, Tang Ling did not look regretful at all. Based on Uncle Su Yao’s personality, he would have reacted even more fiercely than Tang Ling himself.

Nevertheless, Tang Ling was still grateful. He wiped the blood on his mouth away with his hand. He knew Su Yao’s clap on his back removed the clotted blood from his system so that his injuries could be stabilized.

After fighting the bear for so long and enduring a punch from Lionel, how could his internal organs still be fine?

Tang Ling was at ease. He even felt a little sleepy and wanted to sleep on the spot. He did not know if this feeling in his heart was the emotion of having a father. The moment Su Yao appeared, he felt at ease and warm.

Cutting the chatter with Tang Ling short, Su Yao glared at Lionel. The instructor did not even have the courage to escape, so Su Yao mocked him, “Now, let me guess. Which hand were you planning to use to execute my nephew?”

Lionel’s sweat rained down like a storm. He finally remembered that he could run, but… would he make it?

At an unbelievable speed, Su Yao grabbed Lionel’s hand. “According to habits, people are usually right-handed, am I right?”

Under the gaze of the crowd, Su Yao simply flicked one of Lionel’s fingers with his thumb like he was shooting a marble.