Chapter 1197: Chapter 649: Why Did He Try to Kill Her? (Triple Combo Bonus)
After speaking, he felt that the muscles on his face were somewhat stiff.
The Princess simply nodded without probing further, and smiled, "You must put in more effort, and you will be greatly rewarded when you return."
At this point, the conversation ceased. The two of them were not that estranged after all; they shared a small, shaky home and a daughter who still didn’t know who her real father was.
Two hours passed in a flash. The two had walked through half of Dragon Tail City, without noticing anything unusual or seeing others, as if they were treading into a bottomless swamp, going deeper and deeper.
All the sights resembled the human world’s Dragon Tail City, only darker, without sunlight, more serene than the Underworld itself.
Chen Yi frowned in irritation. After searching for so long, surely there should be something strange...
Just as this thought fell,
"Dong!"
A deafening, dull sound, like a heavy hammer pounding fiercely on a solid drum surface, suddenly came from a distant alley.
This sound abruptly shattered the absolute silence, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and even the distant images of the frozen lamplight seemed to twist for a moment.
Chen Yi and Qin Qingluo were instantly alert. All cluttered thoughts were forcibly suppressed as their gaze, sharp like lightning, shot towards the direction of the sound.
They saw a colossal, heavy outline emitting a cold metallic luster emerging from the deep alley across, which appeared like a massive, indistinct mass of grey ink.
It was an official puppet!
The giant official puppet, with its sluggish movements and creaking joints, bore scars from previous battles, marks of ax and chisel all over its massive body.
And controlling this enormous entity was none other than...
Yang Chongwei!
The state of the Forbidden Army’s leader was eerie and inexplicable. His armor was cracked and stained with dark blood, and his helmet was askew, revealing half of a pale, rigid face.
His gaze was hollow, staring straight ahead without focus, as if a soulless puppet.
More chilling was how his hands clutched unnaturally at the metallic protrusions on the puppet’s neck, his fingers twisted and white from excessive force, as if welding himself to it.
The official puppet plodded forward, each step producing that heart-stopping "dong," accompanied by subtle but distinct ground tremors.
As it rounded the corner, Yang Chongwei’s empty gaze turned directly upon them.
Chen Yi’s heart chilled. Even without thinking it through in detail, he understood what was happening. The official puppet evidently left a profound impression on Yang Chongwei, to the extent that, at this moment, it obeyed Yang Chongwei’s command rather than Qin Qingluo’s mental orders.
The official puppet drew nearer.
It carried the nailed-down Yang Chongwei, slowly and unerringly approaching Chen Yi and Qin Qingluo.
There were no roars or killing intent, only the monotonous repetition of heavy footsteps within this deathly silence, and Yang Chongwei’s hollow and chilling eyes.
Chen Yi’s hand was already on the sword hilt, gently touching the No Cluttered Thoughts at his waist, exchanging a glance with Qin Qingluo.
Qin Qingluo lowered the Purple Electric Gun to the ground, its tip silently flickering with electric light, poised to strike.
The icy touch of the Hou Kang Sword transmitted to Chen Yi as he focused on the advancing official puppet, his voice lowered to a murmur:
"Prince... this time, do you believe he is real... or fake?"
"I don’t know."
"Then shall we first try believing it’s fifth-grade?"
"Alright."
This conversation took place just as the official puppet reached them.
The wind howled, sweeping up Qin Qingluo’s hair like a chaotic dance of dragons.
"Here it comes!" Qin Qingluo murmured lowly. The broken Purple Electric Gun thrust straight out, its tip slicing through the stagnant air with a piercing shriek, aiming directly at the joint connection of the puppet’s chest and abdomen.
She knew the structure well; it was the hub of its patterns and a relatively vulnerable spot.
The lightning-like spear light struck the target violently, bursting into a flare of dazzling sparks.
Yet, the expected penetration didn’t occur. The scarred armor withstood a blow that could pierce iron walls, leaving only a slight mark.
The puppet’s massive body only swayed slightly before swinging out a heavy punch under Yang Chongwei’s command.
At the same time, Chen Yi’s figure flashed. Hou Kang Sword silently unsheathed, its body emitting a cold, restrained light, carrying a condensed Sword Gang that enveloped the Little World, targeting Yang Chongwei.
Clang!
A crisp metallic clash resounded, not from Yang Chongwei’s wrist, but from the official puppet under him. The fist aimed at Qin Qingluo swung back with unbelievable speed and angle, slamming into the spine of the Hou Kang Sword.
A tremendous, unstoppable force transmitted to Chen Yi, causing his hand to tremble violently, his entire body blown back several yards, plowing shallow furrows upon landing.
"Careful! It’s... more than just Third Rank." Chen Yi suppressed the rising blood and qi, his eyes serious.
This puppet’s reaction speed far exceeded before, and more bizarrely, it seemed to form a symbiotic obsession with Yang Chongwei.
"I see it!" Qin Qingluo’s voice carried a sharp murderous intent, the Purple Electric Gun in her hand shadowing like a forest, furiously striking at the puppet’s joints and armor gaps.
For a moment, lightning flash, "dong dong" collisions, and the wail of metal filled the deserted street.
The puppet’s massive form was driven back repeatedly by this storm-like offensive, the armor receiving new dents, yet it stubbornly protected the neck-bound Yang Chongwei, whose eyes seemed even more haunting.
Chen Yi stabilized his stance, taking a deep breath, his eyes flashing brilliantly.
He tried to firmly believe this imposing entity was merely a facade of a fifth-grade puppet, certain that everything about it should correspond to fifth-grade standards.
Hou Kang Sword emitted a clear sword cry.
"Prince, believe it is..."
Before he could finish, Chen Yi paused, recalling past skirmishes. No matter what, the official puppet couldn’t possibly be fifth-grade...
That was... Third Rank.
The official puppet’s aura suddenly surged, its solid punches cutting through Qin Qingluo’s spear shadows inch by inch, rendering her gun edge more constrained, more strenuously effective.
Chen Yi twisted around, ready to drive his sword directly through, and the cold light of the Hou Kang Sword traced a dire semicircle towards the official puppet,
then immediately...
directly slashed at Qin Qingluo!
The sword light pointed exactly at the vulnerable neck side Qin Qingluo exposed due to her full-force assault!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
As Qin Qingluo swept aside the puppet’s sweeping arm with her spear, before the glow dissipated, she caught the familiar cold light approaching her from the corner of her eye!
Her serpent-like pupils contracted into vertical lines, showing not shock nor anger, but a trace of "just as expected" cold clarity.
"Chen Yi!"
Her cry was like lightning breaking the stillness.
The Purple Electric Gun forcefully retreated from its forward thrust to block that incoming sword edge.
However, Chen Yi’s sword was too fast, too sudden, too close at hand!
The sound of a blade tearing through silk was harsh and piercing.
Chen Yi abruptly stopped, stunned, managing to halt his sword just in time, though his rolling qi and blood shook through his meridians, causing his thoughts to momentarily jam.
"Why would I... want to kill you?"
......
(Didn’t really stab, Qin Qingluo startled and angry, further distrustful of Chen Yi?)
(Chen Yi puzzled, searches for the source, discovers an Immortal Palace, realizes he’s been manipulated by someone’s words become law?)
(Reaches an Immortal Palace, cautiously explores, turns a screen, finds its owner is... Great Yin?)
(Contemplates how to write further, pondering the predicament with Great Yin and the Prince, surrounding Chen Yi in the middle, what will they encounter?)
(What’s the outcome of this Great Yin segment? Win or lose? Does the First Lady express her intentions? What happens with Qin Qingluo?)
