Chapter 540
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Chapter 540: The Third Princess
On the snowy ground.
Bodies are everywhere, blood is everywhere.
The red blood, the white snow, noble, powerful, ordinary, common, all turn into dust as they decay.
And in this brutal scene, they stood face to face, staring into each other’s eyes, engraving their expressions like mortal enemies in their pupils.
Chao Lu whispered, "I can fight you to the death."
"But you won’t harm me in the slightest," Third Princess said.
Chao Lu continued, "But I can leave you with nothing."
"You probably can’t do it," the Third Princess said.
Chao Lu boasted, "I might have improved quite a bit."
"It has nothing to do with your improvement, young girl," the Third Princess opened her half-closed left eye, its golden irises shimmering with pure golden light. "You just don’t understand what true power is."
Chao Lu made up her mind to try. The dark smoke floated like a phantom. She could slaughter a thousand cavalry alone, but it didn’t mean that she was getting arrogant. On the contrary, the stronger she became, the more she understood her own past weakness and her current vulnerability.
Power is like a circle. The bigger it is, the more surface area it touches, and the more unknowns it encounters.
The pursuit of power is endless. It’s not about reaching the peak of a mountain, but rather an infinite sea.
"It’s a pity. If you choose to compromise, there may actually be more reasonable solutions. But women are always foolish," the Third Princess said with both regret and mockery. "Living like you do is indeed pitiful. You can’t control your own destiny…"
Chao Lu responded coldly, "There’s no reason for you to criticize my life!"
The misty shadow floated forward, these gentle hands invisible yet substantial enough to tear through armor and warhorses.
But when it came close to the Third Princess, it couldn’t move anymore. Then, it started to fade away, like sand blown by the wind, like snow melting in the sunlight.
It collapsed instantly, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
The gray smoke gradually became lighter until it disappeared completely.
Chao Lu’s face turned even paler, the eyeshadow at the corner of her eyes faded away sadly. She withdrew the remaining darkness and picked up a spear from the ground. She fiercely thrust it towards the Third Princess. Her steps were steady, although her moves lacked martial arts foundation, her strength was sufficient.
This spear hit the Third Princess but stopped half a foot away as if it had encountered an invisible barrier. The force suddenly bounced back, almost injuring Chao Lu herself. However, she forcefully suppressed this power, turned her body, and thrust the second spear. At the same time, the illusory shadow merged with her body once again. Her grip on the spear became more stable, her strength increased, and the spear changed direction. The second and third strikes were aimed at the motionless Third Princess, but both failed. In response, the Third Princess rebounded and changed from using one hand to using both hands. With a gentle swing of the spear, she demonstrated the aura of a grandmaster. The black shadow on her body deepened, and the spear pointed towards the ground, stirring up snow and soil. However, the sweeping strike missed its target. The spear then moved in a semi-circular arc for the second time, aiming at the shoulder of the Third Princess.
Ding ding ding… a series of continuous sounds.
Chao Lu’s attacks remained unrelenting, but her movements became more refined.
However, the Third Princess eventually grew tired of this spectacle. She took a step forward, lightly pushing her hands, and caught the spear. The infinite strength dissolved like a mud ox entering the sea. Her golden eyes stared ahead as she pushed her hand forward, sending a powerful impact into Chao Lu’s body, almost knocking her soul out of her body. Princess Bai Ze, who lacked profound cultivation, instantly lost about seventy to eighty percent of her shadows, flying away like a broken kite. At the same time, the Third Princess threw the spear forward, aiming for Chao Lu’s body. Stepping on the ground with her toes, Chao Lu stumbled and managed to avoid the spear. Her shoulder was bleeding, and she landed on the ground at an angle, barely managing to stay standing. She gasped for breath, then forced herself upright and moved forward once again, defying the adversity in her weakened state.
Princess Bai Ze, who appeared weak and easily bullied, displayed such indomitable bravery.
The Third Princess said, "To know it’s impossible but still do it, that is foolish bravery."
Seeing Chao Lu continue to push forward despite retreating, she finally grew impatient.
Lifting her foot, she kicked Bai Ze, her clothes stained with half of the blood, and she fell into the snowy ground, the red becoming redder, the white becoming whiter.
"Are you really that reckless?"
"Dying here would be meaningless."
The Third Princess said coldly, "I never intended to kill you, don’t underestimate me."
Chao Lu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and spat out impure breath.
"If you’re not going to kill me, then who do you want to kill?"
She stumbled in her steps, but her eyes remained icy and determined.
"I spat out some blood just now and feel a bit more awake."
"You’ve been hiding your identity so carefully, waiting for this opportunity."
"You want to kill not only the Fourth Prince, but also him… This is killing two birds with one stone."
"You want to seize his weakness after the big battle, you want me as your captive, or even surrender and let you dominate my mind and body. You’re trying to persuade me, because I betrayed him, that’s why he got hurt so deeply."
Chao Lu didn’t understand, "Why do you hate him so much?"
She asked with confusion, "Why go to such an extreme?"
…What kind of hatred is worth planning so meticulously for?
Third Princess had lost patience, since she’s so stubborn, let her death fulfill her.
"Ask him slowly after you go down, don’t worry, on the road to the underworld, you can go together."
She took a step forward and scooped up a handful of snow from the ground. The snow melted in her palm, turning into golden water that floated in the air. It transformed into a flowing sword and flew away.
Chao Lu had little strength left to resist. Her clothes were torn, and she was covered in bruises.
She should have struggled to even stand, but she managed to stand up with a fierce determination.
Raising her hand, she summoned an illusionary shadow. The shadow moved forward and was pierced by the golden sword, disappearing.
Her face turned pale, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her vision became increasingly blurry.
She wasn’t afraid; she just felt unwilling.
She didn’t have time to tell him the news, or to look at him again.
It had only been three days, but it felt like an eternity. She still had so much longing in her heart that she hadn’t expressed, she hadn’t been able to boast to him about slaying a thousand cavalry, or receive his praise. She hadn’t been able to repay a lifetime of indebtedness.
She didn’t want to die, at least not in that moment.
At this moment, the golden sword suddenly hangs in mid-air, as if enduring a tremendous force, it begins to tremble and shake.
Two forces compete and wrestle on this golden sword, unable to move forward or retract, finally maintaining a relative stillness, yet can fall into complete chaos at any moment.
Until a figure appears in the snowfall, the trembling golden sword finally returns to calm, and the competing forces disappear.
The young man walks to the girl’s side and touches her hair.
The girl looks up at him, opens her mouth, but doesn’t say anything, not needing to say, not having to say.
She quietly closes her eyes, wanting to rest for a while.
Crouching Tiger Sword lands and transforms into a magnificent tiger, carrying Chao Lu on its back, retreating to a safe distance behind.
The young man’s palm presses on this golden sword, instantly bursting apart, turning into countless ordinary raindrops, falling to the ground as ice, merging with the soil.
One splashing water droplet lands on the golden pupils, Third Princess closes and opens her eyes, across less than ten meters of snow, she sees another pair of faint golden eyes.
Staring at each other, their gazes seemed to transcend time and space.
To have such eye color, perhaps there’s no one else in the world.
Even if turned into ashes, even if reincarnated, still recognizable.
Bai Wei remembered how gentle the pair of eyes he once painted on the canvas was.
He also remembered how angry and hateful the eyes were when he strangled himself.
Just like the golden eyes in this moment.
Anger, murderous intent, hatred, and some reminiscence.
It’s really her…
When Bai Wei first heard about the golden eyes mentioned by the Ghostly, he thought of this possibility, but he couldn’t be certain.
The possibility of the Golden Bloodline reincarnating is not yet known, but the empire has never had a hero with a Golden Bloodline.
It’s uncertain whether the Golden Power is obtained through soul reincarnation, and Bai Wei’s situation is too special to be considered normal.
When Bai Wei saw it with his own eyes, he already knew the answer, but couldn’t help feeling absurd.
He sighed helplessly at fate, life, coincidences, and inevitability.
He didn’t actually want to face this past that had already become history, not out of fear, but unwillingness.
Therefore, he kept silent, not wanting to speak first.
The other person, however, came with anger in their heart, and he couldn’t help but speak, breaking the silent agreement.
"Long time no see," the Third Princess said through gritted teeth, emphasizing each word, "Wei."
"Long time no see," Bai Wei said calmly, speaking few words.
"Teresa."
