About this matter, Lu Ming didn't need to answer; she already had the answer in her heart, but it was one she couldn't accept, so she stubbornly waited for Lu Ming's reply.
As expected.
Lu Ming's cold response was, "The moment you tore up the marriage contract, there was no longer any possibility between us."
Once, a sincere affection was placed before you, but you didn't cherish it. When you lost it, you deeply regretted it.
Once lost, it is difficult to win back affection.
"I understand, I will take you to Master's grave now," Murong Shuang said, holding back her tears, her body trembling as she walked.
Grief-stricken, she led Lu Ming to her Master's grave to pay respects.
She had seen the expected War God.
But she had also lost him.
Where would her future path lead?
...
At the same time, the White Lotus Cult.
Xing Shenshi Peng Ying finished a whole bottle of wine, sitting drunkenly on the ground. She had been consumed by past pain these days, her mind solely focused on how to kill the Left Protector Xiang Chong.
That old man who had caused her so much pain and ruined her life, she wished she could skin him alive!
"Old man, I want you to die!"
Peng Ying, disregarding everything else, her rage consuming her reason, only wanted to kill Xiang Chong at this moment.
She drunkenly stumbled to Xiang Chong's resting room.
Without even knocking, she kicked the door open with a single kick, strode in boldly, and immediately cursed, "Old thing, come and die!"
Xiang Chong was busy with his work and said without looking up, "What, you're feeling desperate? It feels terrible to want to kill me but not be able to, right? Peng Ying, you were originally my most proud creation, but now you've been crushed. This creation of yours seems no longer worthy of admiration."
He looked up at Peng Ying and continued, "Since you have lost your value, there is no need for me to keep you any longer. Peng Ying, for all that you have done for me, I will give you a swift end."
Saying this, Xiang Chong took out a bottle of poison.
"Eat this, and you will die in sweet dreams, without any pain."
Die?
"Heh heh, how could I die? You are the one who should die!"
Peng Ying raised her hand, and a seven-colored centipede flew out from her sleeve, lunging towards Xiang Chong's neck.
This centipede was known to be extremely venomous, having killed many powerful figures, and was Peng Ying's trump card.
But unfortunately, the centipede did not have a fatal effect on Xiang Chong.
Xiang Chong raised his hand and sliced the centipede in half in mid-air. Its purple blood dripped through the tabletop.
"No!!!"
Peng Ying cried out in despair.
This centipede was her longest companion, her most reliable friend, and to see it killed in such a manner was unbearable for Peng Ying.
Xiang Chong said coldly, "This is the gap between you and me, Peng Ying. Are you ready to die?"
Just as Xiang Chong was about to unleash his killing move, a White Lotus Cult disciple ran over, shouting, "Bad news, Left Protector! We just received word that the Right Protector has been arrested!"
"What?!"
Xiang Chong was startled.
They, the Left and Right Protectors, were the White Lotus Cult's strongest forces. The Left Protector was responsible for 'might,' and the Right Protector for 'wisdom.' Together, they had eliminated countless enemies.
Xiang Chong could not believe that anyone in this world could defeat the Right Protector.
"Who? Who did it?" Xiang Chong intended to avenge the Right Protector.
But when he heard the name, he froze.
"It was... the Dragon Warlord!"
"Ah?"
The Left Protector was stunned. He didn't understand how the Right Protector got involved with the Dragon Warlord, nor could he comprehend why the War God would arrest the Right Protector.
It was utterly unbelievable.
While he was still confused, another disciple ran over, shouting, "Report, someone is forcefully entering the White Lotus Cult!"
"Who?"
"Lu Ming!"
Hearing this name, Xiang Chong and Peng Ying both froze. They couldn't imagine this reckless fool would choose to force his way into the White Lotus Cult. Wasn't he seeking death?
Although they didn't know his purpose, since he had delivered himself, it would be impolite not to deal with him.
Xiang Chong snorted, "This scoundrel has always been against our White Lotus Cult. I've wanted to kill him for a long time. He's come at the perfect time; today, I will kill him along with Peng Ying!"
Saying this, Xiang Chong walked to Peng Ying's side, grabbed her by the neck, and carried her out like a chicken.
Not long after.
Xiang Chong saw the murderous Lu Ming.
The White Lotus Cult members were no match for Lu Ming. Every one who dared to step forward was beaten to a pulp, with countless others losing limbs.
Why such intense rage?
Xiang Chong snorted and said, "Lu Ming, are you here to save Peng Ying?"
Lu Ming was taken aback. Upon closer inspection, he saw Peng Ying being choked by Xiang Chong, struggling to breathe, seemingly on the verge of death.
This only fueled Lu Ming's anger further.
Already deeply resentful of the White Lotus Cult, he now had another reason to hate them.
He said coldly, "I have come to the White Lotus Cult today to uproot it completely. I am also here to fulfill a promise. I promised Peng Ying that I would help her out of her predicament and deal with you, this demon. Now, I will fulfill my promise first."
Promise?
Hahahaha!
Xiang Chong burst into arrogant laughter, shouting, "What do you think this place is? Who do you think I, Xiang Chong, am? With your abilities, even with a hundred chances, you could never kill me."
At this moment, Peng Ying, suffocating from the chokehold, looked at Lu Ming with despair, shaking her head desperately.
She didn't want Lu Ming to save her; she wanted Lu Ming to leave quickly!
Because Peng Ying knew how formidable Xiang Chong was, knew that in terms of combat power in this world, no one could defeat him, so she wanted Lu Ming to leave, not wanting him to die.
But.
Lu Ming just didn't leave.
Xiang Chong raised his hand, holding a dagger. "Do you know what my most skilled technique is? I'll tell you, it's flying knives! I will now sentence you to death. In five seconds, you will cease to exist."
"Five."
"Four."
"Three."
"Two."
"One!"
As the last word fell, Xiang Chong's flying knife shot out. It had to be said, Xiang Chong's flying knife technique was truly first-class: fast, powerful, and accurate.
A normal person would have no way to react, let alone dodge.
But Lu Ming was not a normal person.
He was the Dragon Warlord!
The flying knife was still two centimeters from Lu Ming's forehead when Lu Ming raised his hand and caught it!
Catching a flying knife barehanded was incredibly impressive.
Before Xiang Chong could react, Lu Ming flicked his wrist and threw the flying knife back. With a thud, the knife embedded itself in Xiang Chong's neck. The evil old demon finally met his end.