Chapter 22 Part 2
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Chapter 22: Visitor From Heaven (2)
With the support of the black dragon’s blood, Kite’s mere presence could now suppress everyone in his vicinity.
Who was Marquis Wu’an?
Even ten Marquis Wu’an together wouldn’t stand a chance against him!
A cruel laugh escaped his lips as he looked down at Bai Lian, standing motionless on the ground.
A strange feeling stirred in his chest. He now wanted nothing more than to slaughter everyone in sight, mercilessly.
Kite’s laughter grew louder. “Bai Lian, let me show you what invincibility really means! Even a Heavenly Lord wouldn’t dare be arrogant in front of the black dragon!”
His words hung in the air, reckless and defiant.
If Master An Lan had heard Kite’s boast, his head would have been twisted off without a second thought.
But as she stood there, Bai Lian couldn’t come up with any solutions. She couldn’t run, and she couldn’t fight either. What was left for her?
She remained silent. But then, the Swordmaker stepped forward.
He pointed at Kite and shouted, “You arrogant fool! The power you’ve borrowed is only borrowed—do you truly believe you’re invincible?”
“Oh?”
Kite turned his head, intrigued.
Bai Lian, to her surprise, felt a surge of joy.
She hadn’t expected someone to step forward at this crucial moment, drawing Kite’s attention away from her. It was her chance to escape using the Teleportation Scroll.
The Swordmaker faced Kite fearlessly, his voice laced with fury. “Can you even comprehend the seat of the Immortal Emperor? Compared to White Emperor Bai Lian, you’re nothing but an ant!”
In the end, the Swordmaker sneered, adding insult to injury.
Bai Lian was left dumbfounded.
Wait, why did he mention my name?
The Swordmaker must have a grudge against her; otherwise, why did he keep bringing her up?
Bai Lian cursed inwardly.
She turned stiffly toward Kite, who now fixed her with a terrifying gaze.
“Don’t you dare!” she thought desperately.
Kite’s anger was palpable, his body nearly burning with it. He knew something was wrong—he was no longer the man he once was. The black dragon’s blood had changed him, but now, with invincible power coursing through him, he no longer needed to suppress himself.
He wanted to obliterate their bodies, crush their wills—he wanted them to understand who truly ruled this world.
It was him. It was always going to be him!
Let’s start with Bai Lian.
“Bai Lian,” Kite laughed cruelly, “To be honest with you, the reason your Fourth Martial Sister suffered so much was all because of me… it was me…”
He went on, repeating how he had colluded with Xu Pan to destroy Canglong Garden.
Anger, hate, burn it all!
He laughed as he spoke, savoring his triumph.
The golden light radiating from the broken pieces of the Sansheng Stele grew brighter, and the Yu Ying Sword that Bai Lian held trembled violently in response.
Yes, this was it.
Kite burst into a wild laugh.
At one point, his black talons extended, pointing at Bai Lian’s nose with his index finger. “What can you do to me?” he sneered.
Natural Saint?
Natural Saint is useless!
Good people without strength will be killed by bad people.
Bad people without strength will be punished.
Only strength matters.
Bai Lian didn’t speak; she was quietly considering her last words.
Then, Kite’s gaze swept the room.
“Everyone here… you’re all trash!”
The people around him glared at him in fury, but no one dared speak.
Marquis Wu’an furrowed his brows, sensing that something was wrong. Why did Bai Lian seem so calm?
It was as though she had everything under control.
Marquis Wu’an suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
There was a saying—
All those who underestimated Bai Lian had died.
If she was bold enough to come to Canglong Garden, there had to be a plan. She wasn’t the kind of person to act recklessly.
The strongest evidence of that was what she did in Nanwang Country.
This time…
Marquis Wu’an stared intently at Bai Lian, not daring to miss any detail.
He watched as Bai Lian stepped forward and spoke to Kite, her voice laced with disdain.
“Unmatched in the world? How shameless you are!”
Kite’s laugh was cold and derisive. “You can come and try!”
“I won’t try,” Bai Lian thought. “Even if I die today, my master will avenge me.”
She continued, her voice steady, “You’ll soon realize how small you are.”
Kite chuckled, “As long as I’m bigger than you, that’s enough!”
His voice, filled with arrogance, rippled outward, spreading like waves. His momentum reached its peak.
But then, just as Kite was about to unleash his supreme divine power, the golden light from the broken pieces of the Sansheng Stele suddenly stopped trembling.
“That is…”
Marquis Wu’an’s eyes widened in shock.
One foot!
Everyone, except Kite, who had his back to the Sansheng Stele, was stunned to see a foot emerging from the golden light.
It was a foot—smooth, shining, and as tempting as white jade.
It emerged slowly, its movement almost deliberate.
But its slow pace was no relief to Kite, who had no way to avoid it.
Something was wrong!
Kite roared in fury, but no matter how he struggled, the foot softly landed on his head with thunderous force.
Woo…
The golden light shimmered around him, and time itself seemed to pause.
Years later, people would still remember what they saw that day.
He cracked.
The half-dragon cracked.
And then, a fairy-like woman emerged fully from the golden light, muttering to herself, “Is this the Lower Realm?”
Boom.
Marquis Wu’an’s mind was overwhelmed with awe.
Suddenly, everything clicked.
“Conspiracy, it’s all Bai Lian’s conspiracy!”