Chapter 301: Chapter 301: Works Like a Charm
The moment Lu Hanyan spoke... SWISH SWISH SWISH!
In an instant, a dozen or so figures flashed out from the shadows, blocking Lu Chao’s path.
It was none other than the experts under Lu Hanyan’s command.
For this infiltration mission into Beast Flame, Lu Hanyan had, of course, brought more than just Ming Huasheng. She had also secretly brought expert Death Warriors for protection. Her life was far too precious; she certainly couldn’t rely on Ming Huasheng alone.
To be precise, she had brought twelve Death Warriors. Two were True Fate Realm powerhouses, and the other ten were Transformation Realm experts.
At this moment, Lu Hanyan’s face was livid as she stood behind Lu Chao. Her voice was chilling as she said, "Fake Lu Chao, you can’t escape. It’s impossible for you to rendezvous with Dragon Flame Academy. You must return with me to the Great Wu Empire."
As she spoke, Lu Hanyan gripped her sword and advanced on Lu Chao, one step at a time.
The twelve Death Warriors who had just appeared also pressed in, trapping Lu Chao in a pincer attack from the front and rear.
Watching the twelve Death Warriors press closer from the front, Lu Chao’s lips curled into a smirk. Without turning his head, he said, "Little Sister Hanyan, you secretly arranged for so many people. Does your Brother Chao need to praise you again?"
The moment he finished speaking, the hairs on Lu Hanyan’s arms stood on end...
She was still overcome with an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
Before, letting the Fake Lu Chao praise her had been a teasing and amusing game. She had just wanted to reminisce and feel a thrill. But now, she was genuinely agitated. The Fake Lu Chao had completely unsettled her.
’It’s even affecting my performance, making it so that I—a proud wielder of a Saint Bone at the Ninth Layer of the Transformation Realm—can’t even win against him.’
That’s right. Lu Hanyan believed the only reason she couldn’t finish off this imposter was because her mind was in turmoil...
Thus, Lu Hanyan’s cold voice rang out again. "Imposter! No matter how perfectly you imitate him, you’ll never compare to my Brother Chao. My Brother Chao died a horrible death. How could you ever truly imitate him?"
’I can’t let this Fake Lu Chao continue his act.’ Lu Hanyan had grown to despise this feeling.
"Is that so? Then I’ll just have to keep up the act and see."
A light chuckle escaped from beneath Lu Chao’s mask. He glanced at the twelve Death Warriors steadily closing in on him, then suddenly gripped his sword and charged straight toward them.
The twelve Death Warriors’ expressions were cold and ruthless, their eyes devoid of emotion. One by one, they drew their swords.
However, just as they were about to strike, Lu Chao’s cold voice cut through the air. "You’re all pathetic!"
As his voice fell, the twelve Death Warriors froze instantly.
The hands gripping their swords trembled. An incredibly familiar feeling surged up from the depths of their hearts.
Lu Chao continued...
"How much effort did the Grand Marshal invest in you? And yet you’ve only managed to cultivate to this level. All of you combined can’t even withstand ten of my moves... and we could even let that slide."
"You’re from the Death Warrior Camp, and yet you feel fear? Are you afraid of me?"
"Kneel."
Lu Chao’s voice was hard and powerful, like that of a death god who had clawed his way out of a mountain of corpses. The final word, "Kneel," carried an undeniable authority and coldness.
Instantly... CLANG!
The swords of the ten Transformation Realm Death Warriors fell to the ground. With a series of thuds, they dropped to their knees.
The two True Fate Realm experts trembled violently and took a sharp step back.
This scene made Lu Hanyan stop in her tracks, completely dumbfounded. Before she could speak, Lu Chao barked another command. "I’m heading to the battlefield now. You are to protect my Little Sister Hanyan. Otherwise, you two will answer to me with your heads."
As his words fell... THUD!
The two True Fate Realm Death Warriors abruptly dropped to one knee and answered heavily, "Yes, Young Master!"
With an indifferent smile, Lu Chao flickered, shot straight between the two of them, and zipped away toward the battlefield.
Staring at Lu Chao’s departing back, Lu Hanyan’s mouth hung open. Snapping back to her senses, she shrieked, "Are you all brainless?! That man is an imposter! Get after him, now! What are you kneeling for?!"
Her voice, practically torn from between her clenched teeth, slammed into the twelve Death Warriors.
The twelve Death Warriors blinked, as if waking from a dream. After exchanging glances, they quickly turned to give chase, but Lu Chao was already a considerable distance away. Catching him now was all but impossible.
Just then, Lu Chao’s voice drifted back faintly. "Lu Hanyan, how was my performance?"
As he spoke, Lu Chao rounded a wooden house up ahead...
Then, his voice drifted back again. "Perhaps I really am your Brother Chao. I became a Fierce Ghost, possessed this body, and came to claim the lives of the three of you—father and daughters."
The words, coming from beneath his mask, seemed to carry a terrifying, sinister chill...
Especially now that Lu Chao had vanished from Lu Hanyan’s sight, his voice seemed to descend from the heavens, echoing all around.
It sent a violent shiver down Lu Hanyan’s spine, and a trace of fear appeared on her beautiful face...
A short while later, the twelve Death Warriors reappeared.
The True Fate Realm expert in the lead knelt and reported, "Young Miss, the Fake Lu Chao has vanished into the buildings of Beast Flame Academy. We’ve lost him. He will soon rendezvous with his troops, so we can’t pursue any further."
The moment he finished speaking... SLAP!
Lu Hanyan viciously slapped the True Fate Realm expert across the face, as if venting all her fear, confusion, and other negative emotions brought on by the bizarre situation...
Her eyes wide, she shrieked, "And you have the nerve to tell me you couldn’t catch him?"
Hearing this, the twelve Death Warriors all knelt, pressing their foreheads to the ground, not daring to reply.
But the Fake Lu Chao’s words still echoed in their ears...
They were from Lu Dingtian’s Death Warrior Camp, and they had experienced a scene just like that one more than once. In the past, they had challenged Young Master Lu Chao and had been unable to withstand even ten of his moves.
Afterward, Young Master Lu Chao had berated them harshly.
Whenever the Young Master was about to go to the battlefield, he would often instruct them that they must protect Little Sister Hanyan.
Every sentence was so familiar that they had instinctively reacted with fear, awe, and belief. They had instinctively felt that the man just now was Young Master Lu Chao—the real Lu Chao.
The Young Master’s power had left an incredibly deep impression on them, one that they couldn’t possibly shake.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Seeing the twelve Death Warriors kneeling silently, Lu Hanyan was so enraged that she viciously kicked each one, knocking them to the ground.
She pointed at them furiously. "You knew he was a fake, and you still fell for it?!"
Just then, a female Death Warrior spoke up, "Miss Hanyan, I... I think he might be the real one... Ah!"
She had barely finished speaking when Lu Hanyan slapped her again...
Immediately after, Lu Hanyan stepped on the female Death Warrior’s body and spat, "The real one? You all better remember this! Your Young Master Lu Chao is dead! He was a vile dog who tried to commit patricide, and my father had him executed."
"Even if he *is* the real Lu Chao, you will... kill him."
Her chilling words echoed in the ears of the twelve Death Warriors, causing them to lower their heads once more and accept her command, trembling.
Lu Hanyan removed her foot and snarled, "If there’s a next time, you can all go to Hell."
