C10 Lu Lengshuang Awakened

"Gulp!"

Someone swallowed hard, eyes glued to the lifeless body of Wang Ming sprawled on the ground.

This has to be a dream!

How is this possible? How?!

He was a Xiantian realm master, a venerated member of the Imperial Family. In the palace, teeming with formidable figures, he was a force to be reckoned with!

And yet, a mere youth had slain him!

King Wei's heart thundered with denial, but the harsh truth screamed that it was time to flee.

"Whoever stops him will be richly rewarded!" King Wei bellowed, bolting towards a path that snaked behind the bamboo grove.

But King Wei had sorely misjudged his aides' loyalty. They excelled at strutting alongside him, oppressing commoners with his usual arrogance and tyranny.

The body of a Houtian Realm Level Nine expert lay before them, his blood not yet dry.

The sight of the imperial consecrate, Wang Ming, dead on the ground, was stark and horrifying.

Serve as King Wei's sacrificial pawn? These men knew the prince's nature all too well; they'd likely end up with nothing and lose their lives to boot.

"Your Highness, we'll go and summon help!" The aides called out, scattering to the winds.

"Scoundrels!"

King Wei saw it all but had no time for retribution; survival was paramount.

Despite a pampered life of luxury and spiritual pills, King Wei had some cultivation—he was a Houtian Realm Level Four practitioner. Now, he mustered his rusty true qi and made a desperate break for it.

"You think you can escape?!"

King Wei's blood ran cold as Lu Yu's voice thundered in his ear. Whirling around, he found Lu Yu ominously close, his hand already clamped around his neck.

"Mercy, please!" King Wei's plea was cut short as Lu Yu hoisted him up.

Murderous intent blazed in Lu Yu's eyes; his right hand was a wellspring of darkness, Knife Qi swirling and coalescing into a dense, inky blackness.

Just then.

"Little Yu?"

A faint call reached Lu Yu's ears. Turning his head, he saw his sister, Lu Lengshuang, who had been unconscious until now, slowly coming to.

Despite being drugged, Lu Lengshuang's martial training meant she recovered swiftly, even with her cultivation level sealed.

The sight before her sparked a flicker of astonishment in Lu Lengshuang's eyes.

Moments before, she had been dining with the troops, but then a wave of unconsciousness overtook her.

She had sensed danger just before the blackness hit, but the overpowering dizziness knocked her out cold until this moment of awakening.

Glancing down at herself, Lu Lengshuang breathed a sigh of relief.

She was still dressed in the same clothes she had on before the fainting spell, untouched.

However, her attention quickly shifted to the corpses strewn beside her.

The stench of blood was thick in the air, many having met their end under Lu Yu's brutal fists, their demise gruesome, blood pooling like rivers.

Her gaze fixed on Wang Ming, lying lifeless with a dark, bloody hole in his forehead, eyes staring wide in eternal unrest.

"Someone actually killed Wang Ming!"

As a member of the Dragon Martial Army of the Imperial Palace, Lu Lengshuang was well aware of the esteemed status held by palace consecrates.

That such a formidable figure lay dead before her sent shock waves through Lu Lengshuang's core.

But what truly stunned her was seeing her own brother, born with limited faculties, now grasping someone by the neck, issuing a chilling threat.

That someone was King Wei!

How could her brother, with his simple mind, have ended up here?

With her mind swirling with confusion and questions, Lu Lengshuang hesitated before finally speaking up, "Little Yu, what brings you here?"