Invincible Snake Emperor

Chapter 542: Chapter 529: The Fated Connection Has Ended

"Tu Xiao’an, you bastard! You actually killed my adoptive father!"

In that instant, Luo Ziyun felt like she was going mad. The tenderness in her eyes when she looked at Tu Xiao’an completely vanished the moment Demon King Liu’s Primordial Spirit was destroyed.

A piercing killing intent, fueled by a surging rage, burned in her beautiful eyes. The Treasure Sword in her hand suddenly hummed, glowing brightly. With a wave of her hand, a terrifying wave of Sword Qi swept directly toward Tu Xiao’an.

Conversely, there was no anger left in Tu Xiao’an’s eyes; his own rage had dissipated the moment Demon King Liu’s soul scattered. He reacted quickly to the terrifying wave of Sword Qi, twisting his body to dodge. The attack slammed into the rocks behind him, and the entire Ten Thousand Blood Pool shook as stones crumbled from above.

"Ziyan, calm down! You can’t even really call it killing him. In your eyes, Demon King Liu was already a man who had been dead for five hundred years," Tu Xiao’an quickly tried to explain.

Luo Ziyun’s face was pale, but a desolate grief flickered in her eyes. "That’s different. My adoptive father clearly wasn’t dead, but you killed him."

"If I didn’t kill him, he would have killed me. He’s a complete and utter bastard, not worth you doing all this for him." Tu Xiao’an felt no regret for killing Demon King Liu.

"Even if he’s the biggest bastard in the world, he’s still my adoptive father! He saved my life. I’m alive today because of him. I owe him a debt for giving me a new life."

As she spoke, Luo Ziyun brandished her Treasure Sword, unleashing a flurry of attacks against Tu Xiao’an.

Tu Xiao’an could only dodge continuously, not fighting back. Seeing Luo Ziyun’s pale face and her expression of despair and desolation, his heart began to ache for her.

In his memory, Luo Ziyun had always been a mysterious woman. She was like a lofty Fairy, untouchable and unattainable, always calm and composed.

But now, she seemed to have lost all reason, treating Tu Xiao’an as the man who had murdered her father.

She wasn’t wrong to do so. Demon King Liu was her adoptive father. She had spent five hundred years on a single task because of one sentence from him. To find that her respected adoptive father was still alive should have been a wonderful thing, yet in the blink of an eye, he was killed by Tu Xiao’an.

How could she not break down? How could she not want revenge?

But Tu Xiao’an wasn’t wrong either. Demon King Liu wanted to possess his body and take his life. Of course he would fight back, an eye for an eye.

What was wrong was their respective positions and their relationship.

The entire Ten Thousand Blood Pool was on the verge of collapse. Just then, a stone slab door opened. The Snake Demon Spirit guarding the outside had been alarmed by the commotion and came in to see what was happening.

But the moment it entered, it was completely stunned. It saw its mistress wielding a Treasure Sword, relentlessly attacking the Lord Snake King, and it froze as if turned to stone.

"Get out!"

Tu Xiao’an’s furious voice rang out.

"Yes!"

The Snake Demon Spirit practically scrambled away, closing the stone slab door behind it. Its heart was still pounding with fear. The two inside were like its living ancestors; it couldn’t afford to offend either of them.

"Are you really going to kill me to avenge that bastard adoptive father of yours?" Tu Xiao’an roared, his patience wearing thin from constantly dodging.

A desolate beauty hung on Luo Ziyun’s face. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "That’s right. The debt for a father’s murder must be paid."

"Fine. Then I, Tu Xiao’an, will stand here and let you kill me."

Tu Xiao’an stopped dodging. Instead, he took a step forward, staring at her coldly.

Luo Ziyun was taken aback. Her Treasure Sword wavered in the air as she bit her lip.

"Come on! Kill me!"

Tu Xiao’an bellowed. A flash of Sword Qi filled his vision, and with a CLANG, the Treasure Sword struck his body.

Immediately after, Luo Ziyun’s voice came, laughing with rage. "If you’re going to let me kill you, then have the guts to get rid of all those scales!"

’What kind of person was this, putting on such a tragic act while covered from head to toe in impenetrable Snake Scales? Was he trying to fool a ghost?’

Tu Xiao’an lifted his chin and said haughtily, "I’m already standing still to let you kill me. Whether or not you can actually do it depends on your own skill."

"You..."

Luo Ziyun’s beautiful eyes turned cold. A sky full of sword shadows descended upon Tu Xiao’an. As the Treasure Sword struck his Snake Scales, it produced a shower of sparks.

Tu Xiao’an let Luo Ziyun strike him, remaining completely still. He had vented his anger by killing Demon King Liu; now, he should let her vent hers.

He really didn’t want to become enemies with Luo Ziyun over a petty man like Demon King Liu.

He couldn’t bear that. His heart would ache.

Sword strike after sword strike rained down. Tu Xiao’an watched the Treasure Sword hack against his own Snake Scales. Luo Ziyun seemed to be using her full strength, her eyes filled with hatred, but...!

But Tu Xiao’an knew in his heart that she didn’t truly want to hurt him. She didn’t really want to take his life. She was just overwhelmed by anger in the moment.

Otherwise, with Luo Ziyun’s strength being no less than that of a true Demon King, even with the astonishing defense of his Snake Scales, Tu Xiao’an would have been coughing up blood long ago.

Right now, it was more like they were playing house. You couldn’t even call it a real fight.

Otherwise, this small space within the Ten Thousand Blood Pool would have been destroyed long ago.

It was impossible to say how many times Luo Ziyun had struck him. As she brought down her final strike, Tu Xiao’an’s body moved like a phantom. He caught her fair wrist with one hand and, with a gentle pull, drew the unprepared Luo Ziyun into his embrace.

"Ziyan, I’m sorry." A trace of gentleness now showed in Tu Xiao’an’s eyes. Although he hadn’t been wrong to kill Demon King Liu, he had, after all, broken her heart.

Tu Xiao’an couldn’t help but recall the first time he saw Luo Ziyun’s true face. Back then, she had teasingly asked him in a bewitching and flirtatious tone, "Am I beautiful?"

Beautiful!

Luo Ziyun’s beauty had, at some unknown point, been seared into the very tip of Tu Xiao’an’s heart.

Suddenly finding herself in Tu Xiao’an’s embrace, Luo Ziyun didn’t panic. Instead, the cruel image of her adoptive father Demon King Liu’s Primordial Spirit being destroyed came to mind, and a warm stream of tears began to flow.

Lifting her eyes to look at his handsome face, she knew she would probably never be able to get this revenge.

"Xiao’an, my adoptive father’s kindness to me was as heavy as a mountain. Because of a single sentence from him, I spent five hundred years waiting for you, a Snake, to appear. But now that you’ve finally shown up, my adoptive father has died at your hands. Isn’t that a little too cruel to me?"

Hearing this, Tu Xiao’an froze. His whole body trembled. ’It is a little cruel to her.’

’He’d only been focused on the satisfaction of settling his own grudge, without considering things from Luo Ziyun’s perspective.’

"Xiao’an, we should never see each other again. This is perhaps the only thing I can still do for my adoptive father."

’I met you because of him, so I will also part from you because of him.’

Tu Xiao’an opened his mouth. ’What does this woman mean?’ Then, he saw a Jade Hand trace a beautiful yet tragic arc through the air before striking heavily against his scale-covered chest.

The blow was heavy—so heavy that Tu Xiao’an was sent flying backward, slamming hard into the wall behind him. A spray of blood burst from his mouth like blooming cherry blossoms.

’She’s serious?’

"Flowers bloom and flowers fall. It seems our fate together has come to an end."

Luo Ziyun glanced back, a trace of desolation in her eyes. She took one last look at the blood-spitting Tu Xiao’an, then her Treasure Sword broke open the stone door, and she vanished in a flash.

Tu Xiao’an, embedded in the wall, stared blankly at Luo Ziyun’s disappearing back, unable to process what had just happened.

’Perhaps he really shouldn’t have killed Demon King Liu. Killing Demon King Liu was the same as personally severing the hazy thread of fate between him and Luo Ziyun.’

’But... it seemed what was done could not be undone.’