Return Of The Monarch 67 Zhou Lei

From the strongest amongst them, the top cultivators discerned that the root of the trouble was their new emperor, Chan Aiguo. The reason was simple. Utilizing their inhuman vision, the crimson light was sighted shooting out of the emperor's famous harem manor.  

Besides Chan Aiguo, there was no one else in the Long Kingdom who could accomplish such a grand feat. The scale of the crimson bubble frightened even some Sect Masters.  

Furthermore, discrimination against women was common in the Eastern World; however, prejudice was far less within the Long Kingdom. Thus, no one believed that a simple harem member was able to produce the astonis.h.i.+ng sight.

Scrambling for courage, Chan Aiguo defyingly stared at the black-robed master. Puffing, his nostrils flared, "What right do you have to question me, Fengge?"

"To lift the Secret Legion to the top, you've slaughtered innumerable lives!" Chan Aiguo's rearing voice resounded throughout the entire manor. Taking a deep breath, he continued with an elevated att.i.tude, "Think about yourself before taking the moral high ground!" 

Meeting Aiguo's dilapidated pupils, a seamless light flickered across Feng Hui's pupils. Indeed, there were no lies in his opposition's words. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

In order to save the hundreds of lives that Feng Hui had taken under his wing, he had shown no compa.s.sion in the face of his adversaries. An indifferent, cold-blooded killer was hiding beneath the signature black robe of the Secret Legion's master. 

While Feng Hui was silently holding down the hydrattired devil, a meek, agitated beauty cried out.

"Brother Fengge, you've never hurt others except to save us, your friends!" Lifting herself up, Que Nuying whimpered. "When I first met Brother Fengge, I had thought that you were like everyone else: a simple man attracted to beautiful girls and treasure." 

Countless nostalgic memories bubbled up. Starting from the time that Que Nuying had first seen his overwhelming talent… 

Even now, the calm, cold gaze of the juvenile Feng Hui was crystal clear. From their first meeting, the memorable dark shadow that blitzed across the hotpot restaurant, taking down all her hara.s.sers before she could even blink. 

To the time that he had comforted her sorrows throughout the night. Back then, she had managed to catch a beautiful reminiscent s.h.i.+ne pa.s.s through the handsome prince's eyes. 

The sight made her realize that the infamous, unwanted prince was just like her, an everyday child longing for familial love. As an orphan, it was also her dream to have a family.  

Maybe that single night had led her to fall hopelessly in love with the infamous prince. Overflowing with beautiful memories, Que Nuying shouted, "But I was wrong. We all were! Big Brother Fengge doesn't care about what's on the surface."

"Beneath your indifferent complexion, I didn't see the merciless devil that I had expected." For Que Nuying, she knew that the secluded prince would never betray them, and he had helped them whenever possible.

There was just one thing Feng Hui could never give them: his true, heartfelt love. Before coming under his protection, the entire Secret Legion had known this, and their statuses had also soared as a result of joining. 

Rising up, Que Nuying's knees trembled. Feeling the love of her life's difficult gaze, she blushed. Over time, she had forgotten about everything their Secret Legion had gone through together. 

Yearning for the same treatment that Feng Hui had given Zhi Ruo, her mind was clouded with resentful, envious thoughts. It was a combination of such factors that had ended up leading to the traitors.  

Initially, their desires had been simple: the Secret Legion had simply enjoyed each other's company. However, over time, the entire world had fallen into their hands. 

All their looming dilemmas had been solved. With everything in life, some of the Secret Legion's members had begun taking major notice to the negligible things, which had once gone unnoticed. 

For a moment, time froze. Chan Aiguo had trouble digesting everything. Meanwhile, Zhi Ruo continued to listen in to the discussion from the side.

Once Feng Hui had decided on something, he would never go back on his word. This strong, everlasting impression had been embedded within the entire Secret Legion. Thinking to this point, Zhi Ruo closed her eyes.

In the view of this being the traitors' final moments, Zhi Ruo did not utter a single word. Unless a miracle occurred, their fates were decided. 

"I—" Parting his lips, Feng Hui was interrupted by a sudden intruding force, and his eyes looked through the void.

"Hong long long~" Feng Hui felt every fluctuation within the manor, even the hushed shuffling feet was clear. Unbeknownst to the hundreds standing before him, the entire kingdom was now under his influence. 

The unseen force that tunneled through the void was the hidden visualization of the portals. In an instant, a fantastical portal took form at the center of the manor, attracting the attention of everyone.

"Hm?" Raising her brow, Zhi Ruo became alarmed. But after seeing Feng Hui's usual calm look, she relaxed while sighing, "You're never surprised… Feng Hui."

Stumbling a bit, Zhi Ruo was unaccustomed to her lover's Earth name. However, over time, this would change. Even without the memories of her life on Earth, she knew that Feng Hui did not see the Eastern World as his home. 

Smiling, a white-bearded old man stepped out of the portal. At the start, Zhou Lei had planned to spectate without interfering, but the black-robed Feng Hui had interested him far too much.

To the cultivators in the manor, the white-bearded old man had no aura, but he had a pleasant natural pull that dragged people to him. 

"Hm." Zhou Lei hummed. For some reason, he could not see through the black-robed child's true power, but he had no reason to believe that Feng Hui was at the Immortal realm. The entire time, he had been watching over the Eastern World. If someone did ascend, he would have been aware of it. 

Chuckling, Zhou Lei was about to introduce himself, but a cold voice caused him to shake a bit.

"Zhou Lei, the Eastern World's first Transcendent." 

"What are you doing here?" Feng Hui's last question had a frightening chill attached. 

"Are you planning to interfere?"