She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 404 - 403: Lu Ziye, Strikes Ruthlessly

"The grace of the Crown Prince surpasses even that of the late emperor," a deep voice arose from the back of the crowd.

Upon hearing the voice, the disciples seemed to have swallowed a tranquilizer, instantly quieting down and even picking up the weapons off the ground.

In the hearts of the disciples, Song Huaxu was omnipotent, already a god in their minds.

The fact that he was able to resurrect Song Ning further solidified the faith in their hearts.

Song Huaxu, pushing a wheelchair, slowly made his way forward.

Shen Shuyun had changed into a new set of clothes, a royal purple, chosen by Song Huaxu himself.

This set of clothes was Song Ning’s favorite.

She sat expressionless in the wheelchair, with Song Huaxu standing behind her.

"The State Preceptor really puts on quite the airs, requiring such an elaborate invitation to make an appearance," Xiao Pingfeng said upon seeing Song Huaxu come out, shaking the Angel Envoy in his hand, "How about it, should I give you some face?"

Song Huaxu’s eyelids didn’t flicker, "A mere traitor, let the Crown Prince deal with him."

Upon these words, the Angel Envoy began to struggle in desperation.

But the next second, Xiao Pingfeng swiftly broke his neck, then tossed him to the ground like a dirty rag.

For people like him, he never bothered listening to their nonsense.

Kill them outright, once and for all; clean, hygienic, satisfying.

Yan Lingzhen, understanding the situation, handed over a handkerchief. Xiao Pingfeng took it and carefully wiped clean each finger.

With this act, even a dead Angel Envoy could have been vexed back to life.

Watching the Angel Envoy on the ground who died with eyes wide open, Yan Lingzhen covered his face with the handkerchief.

Out of respect for Sister Huai Yu, she afforded him one final shred of dignity.

Song Huaxu towered above, assuming the posture of an absolute guardian behind Shen Shuyun, his expression inscrutable.

Although Xiao Pingfeng stood on the lower steps, his demeanor was leisurely, strolling idly, not showing any discomfort.

He was a born monarch; merely standing there, his presence was overwhelming, making it difficult for others to look directly at him.

"The State Preceptor doesn’t seem surprised at all," Xiao Pingfeng was the first to break the silence.

Song Huaxu chuckled lightly, "Both of us knew, it was bound to happen someday."

So sooner or later, it didn’t matter; it was always coming.

Xiao Pingfeng’s lips curled into a smile, "That’s truly like the State Preceptor, always so philosophical. If my father had even half of your broadmindedness, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a state."

The late emperor’s actions had always been taboo.

Only Xiao Pingfeng, the Crown Prince, dared to speak of them in public; ordinary folks didn’t even dare to mention it.

"Crown Prince should be cautious with his words. The late emperor also achieved great things. It was just a momentary oversight that led him astray," Song Huaxu spoke indifferently.

"The way you put it, State Preceptor, you’ve absolved yourself completely. Throughout the ages, State Preceptors have borne the duty of assisting the monarch. How come, when it gets to you, everything the late emperor did was his own doing, and you had nothing to do with it?" A clear voice came from behind.

Yan Wanqing could no longer hold back; she found it unbearable to witness the hideous façade of Song Huaxu.

She moved quickly, her footsteps were so light it was as if she flew.

Xiao Pingfeng understood her well and knew she was quite incensed.

At the sound of her voice, Song Huaxu’s expression relaxed a bit, but he quickly regained his composure.

He glanced at Xiao Pingfeng before returning his gaze to Yan Wanqing.

"Just now, you were all ’where there’s Meng, there’s Jiao, and where there’s Jiao, there’s Meng.’ How come when he’s right here, I don’t see you? Turns out you went off in disguise to play the villain."

Yan Wanqing lifted her hand and tore off her human skin mask, revealing that stunningly beautiful face.

"True villains are better than false gentlemen, aren’t they?" Yan Wanqing said word by word, her red lips curling into a mocking smile as she stood beside Xiao Pingfeng, looking at Song Huaxu and calling out, "Master."

"I really can’t bear that title of Master from you," Song Huaxu scoffed coldly.

Yan Wanqing didn’t back down an inch, "My father always taught me, once a teacher, always a father. You can still bear that title of Master, but as for the latter half, you know very well yourself."

"What you owe our Yan Family, what you owe the people of this world, is far too much, so much so that your death would not be pitied."

The last four words were nearly squeezed out from between her teeth.

Shen Shuyun in the wheelchair had become somewhat restless since she saw Yan Wanqing strip off her mask.

But she quickly suppressed the excitement in her heart. At this crucial moment, she couldn’t afford any slip-ups.

Faced with Yan Wanqing’s condemnation, Song Huaxu appeared unfazed.

"All men must die, debts owed or not; the Heavenly Dao will naturally have its calculations. The former Emperor and the Duke of the State, I only gave them options. What choices they made, what consequences ensued, those were their own karma. This is the last lesson I am teaching you."

The past is all but a bygone.

Yan Wanqing’s hatred for him was inevitable.

However, it’s just a pity, all his years of plotting in Dawei.

He never expected that in the end, it would be his own prized disciple who would single-handedly destroy it all.

Upon hearing Song Huaxu’s words, Yan Wanqing remarked, "How righteous you sound!"

"There’s no need to waste another word on someone like you," Yan Wanqing’s gaze was icy cold, "Today is the day you die, the day you pay your debts!"

Watching her hand gather Inner Strength beneath her sleeve, Song Huaxu didn’t move an inch but stared intently at her abdomen with profound meaning in his eyes.

"Go," he uttered indifferently as he sat in his wheelchair behind the crowd, gesturing for the disciples to move forward.

Perhaps bolstered by Song Huaxu’s presence, the disciples, who had been scared to pieces, now grasped their weapons once again and launched a fierce attack.

As if they themselves hadn’t been the ones retreating just moments before, the big men led by Gentle Ghost Face didn’t dare to underestimate the enemy. With Song Huaxu’s mere presence enough to boost the morale of his disciples, his own martial prowess was evidently not to be underestimated.

Yan Wanqing and Xiao Pingfeng exchanged glances, poised and ready.

But someone was even quicker.

A red figure swooped down from the eaves, Yan Hongzhao with sword in hand, heading straight for Song Huaxu, "Let me be the one to seek guidance from the Sect Hierarch!"

Since her youth, she had been practicing Martial Arts under the tutelage of the Duke of the State, obsessed with Martial Techniques. Later on, she learned from many masters, and during the recent extermination campaign, she had adopted an all-encompassing, no-holds-barred approach to learning.

Wild moves and ruthless hands were now synonymous with Yan Hongzhao.

So her fighting style was completely unpredictable, unlike that of Yan Wanqing.

Song Huaxu wheeled himself aside and entangled himself with Yan Hongzhao in battle.

But experience always has its edges; no matter how spirited or skilled in Martial Arts Yan Hongzhao was, she still got injured by Song Huaxu and almost got taken hostage. Xiao Pingfeng immediately stepped in, pulling Yan Hongzhao back and then taking over the fight with Song Huaxu.

"Are you all right?" Yan Wanqing supported Yan Hongzhao and asked.

Gulping for air, Yan Hongzhao shook her head, "It’s nothing, Sister."

Her eyes twinkled with excitement as she watched the two ahead clashing with earth-shattering might.

Is this the ultimate secret of Martial Arts?

Yan Hongzhao watched intently, trying hard to discern every move of the two combatants.