Chapter 512

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Chapter 512: The Same Person?

 

The entire second floor was left with only Fang Yu and Prince Joyce.

Prince Joyce looked at Fang Yu in front of him, his face pale as he swallowed.

He wanted to maintain composure, to maintain the dignity of a royal leader.

But in the end, fear triumphed over dignity.

Prince Joyce took two steps back and bowed.

“Fang Yu, I sincerely apologize to you, and I promise not to trouble you again in the future,” Prince Joyce said with a hoarse voice.

“Promises are useless. I know people like you very well, saying one thing to your face and doing another behind your back,” Fang Yu smiled.

As he spoke, he walked toward Prince Joyce.

“Fang Yu, don’t push your luck too far!”

Prince Joyce clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and straightened up.

Fang Yu remained silent and raised his fist.

Prince Joyce clenched both fists, and a powerful aura erupted from his body!

Pure sacred power radiated from him.

Prince Joyce’s eyes gleamed with dazzling blue light.

He extended his right hand, conjuring a long, thin sword.

He gripped the thin sword and slashed it toward Fang Yu’s neck!

“Swoosh!”

The sharp blade cut through the air, carrying a fierce aura.

Fang Yu didn’t even dodge, just raised his right hand.

“Crack!”

The blade struck Fang Yu’s right arm, making a crisp sound.

But Fang Yu’s arm didn’t even show a scratch.

Seeing this, Prince Joyce, who already lacked confidence, became even more flustered.

“Divine Thunder!”

Prince Joyce chanted and pushed his left hand forward.

“Crack!”

Several huge bolts of lightning gathered in the air, flashing and rumbling as they struck toward Fang Yu.

Fang Yu still didn’t dodge, allowing the terrifying lightning to hit his body.

“Thud!”

Fang Yu took another step forward.

Each of his steps threw Prince Joyce into greater panic!

What to do? What to do!?

Prince Joyce’s forehead was covered in sweat, and the clothes on his back were soaked through.

He opened his right palm, the thin sword dissipated, and instead, he conjured a staff.

Joyce gripped the staff, pointed it at Fang Yu, and chanted.

“Death Curse!”

A gray light emanated from the staff, quickly flying toward Fang Yu.

This was the strongest spell he had learned from a famous wizard, capable of killing the victim on the spot.

Fang Yu still didn’t dodge, allowing the gray light from the staff to enter his body.

Prince Joyce looked at Fang Yu with anticipation.

Die, die.

But Fang Yu didn’t even frown.

The Death Curse entered Fang Yu’s body without producing any effect.

Prince Joyce was completely stunned.

Even spells were ineffective against Fang Yu…

Fang Yu took another step forward, walking up to Prince Joyce.

“Thud!”

Prince Joyce’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Fang Yu, if something happens to me today, the Xiangcheng Chamber of Commerce…” Prince Joyce said with a trembling voice, his face bloodless.

“Crack…”

Fang Yu stepped on Prince Joyce’s left hand, producing the sound of bones breaking.

“Ah…”

Prince Joyce screamed in pain.

He always claimed to be a descendant of the divine race, supremely dignified, more arrogant than anyone else.

But now, facing the threat of death, he found that this identity was of no use to him.

“Fang Yu, spare my life, and the entire Nord royal family will be at your command…”

Prince Joyce’s psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He clutched his left hand, kneeling prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the floor.

Fang Yu looked at Prince Joyce expressionlessly and said, “Answer me, why do you claim to be a descendant of the divine race? What evidence do you have?”

Hearing this question, Prince Joyce raised his head and answered, “Because, because our family has indeed received divine favor…”

“Speak more plainly,” Fang Yu frowned.

“Thirty years ago, my father, who was the prince at the time, was out hunting when he encountered an injured woman and brought her back to the palace for treatment…”

“After the woman recovered, she said she wanted to thank my father for saving her life, and left us a jade bottle containing some silver liquid…”

“She said that consuming this liquid would transform one’s constitution and grant powerful abilities…”

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and asked, “Just from this incident, how did you connect yourselves to the divine?”

“Because… that woman was divine! My father and a group of royal guards personally saw wings of light appear behind the woman before she flew into the sky…” Prince Joyce answered, enduring the pain in his left hand.

“Wings of light?” Fang Yu was startled, then asked, “What color was the light?”

Prince Joyce thought for a moment and answered, “…it seemed to be golden…”

Golden?

Fang Yu’s eyes flickered.

When Red Lotus fought with him, the wings she grew were like burning flames.

The flames were crimson red, but from a distance, they might have appeared similar to gold.

Could the woman Prince Joyce spoke of be Red Lotus?

“What were the physical characteristics of that woman?” Fang Yu asked again.

“I, I never saw her personally, but my father built a statue of her. From the appearance, she wasn’t European, but had an Eastern face…” Prince Joyce answered.

“How old was she approximately? Was she only about fifteen or sixteen years old?” Fang Yu asked.

Prince Joyce, in unbearable pain, knocked his forehead on the ground and said through gritted teeth, “…No, I don’t recall my father saying that. And judging from the statue’s physique, she should have been an adult.”

An adult…

A flash of confusion crossed Fang Yu’s eyes.

The difference between a fifteen-year-old girl’s figure and an adult woman’s is significant, noticeable at a glance.

Joyce had no reason to lie about this.

But if the woman was an adult, then she couldn’t have been Red Lotus.

Yet from another perspective, Red Lotus was brought by Gary, whose headquarters were in Europe.

The Nord royal family was also in Europe, and Joyce’s father must have encountered that woman while hunting in Europe.

Both appeared in Europe… but they weren’t the same person?

What was going on?

Fang Yu was filled with questions.

“Mr. Fang… I’ve told you everything, and I’m willing to obey you. Please spare my life…” Prince Joyce, kneeling on the ground, said with a trembling voice.

For Fang Yu, keeping Joyce alive was more valuable than killing him.

So, Fang Yu crouched down, placed his right hand on Joyce’s forehead, and left a mark on his soul.

“Now, I can annihilate you with a single thought,” Fang Yu said.

Prince Joyce’s face turned pale, unable to speak.

“When I decide what I want you to do, I will notify you,” Fang Yu turned and left.

He had initially wanted to absorb the sacred power within Joyce’s body, but then realized that at his current level, this small amount of sacred power was useless to him, a mere waste of time.

Now, to break through to the next level, he could only absorb massive amounts of spiritual energy!

Returning to the first floor and standing before the shocked Qin Lang, Fang Yu smiled and said, “I used the simplest and most direct method to permanently solve the problem of Joyce.”

Qin Lang didn’t speak; he had nothing to say.

With his current experience and strength, he was far from comprehending the truth that strength commands respect.

“Bang!”

Just as Fang Yu and Qin Lang walked out of the club’s main entrance, they heard a series of sounds from not far ahead, mixed with miserable cries.

Qin Lang’s expression changed as he looked at Fang Yu.

“The Li family is probably going to collapse tonight,” Fang Yu said.

Qin Lang’s face showed shock, and he was about to speak.

At this moment, a whooshing sound came from ahead.

A figure landed in front of Fang Yu.

It was Bai Ran with his disheveled hair.

Now, Bai Ran’s white prison clothes were stained with bright red blood, and his right hand was gripping someone.

Looking closely, one could see that this person, beaten to a bloody pulp, was the previously elegant and handsome Li Tian!

Li Tian wasn’t dead but was making painful whimpering sounds.

“Benefactor, please leave me your contact information. After I take revenge on that dog Yi Duanliu, I’ll come back to repay your kindness,” Bai Ran said.

Fang Yu looked at Qin Lang, who immediately took out a small notebook from his inner jacket pocket, wrote down Fang Yu’s phone number, tore off the page, and handed it to Bai Ran.

“This is my phone number,” Fang Yu said.

Bai Ran stuffed the paper into his pocket.

“Let’s go,” Fang Yu walked toward the parking area, but after a few steps, he turned back and said, “By the way, before you seek revenge, I suggest you get a haircut, take a bath, change your clothes… honestly, you smell quite strong.”

Bai Ran watched Fang Yu’s departing figure, his eyes flickering.

Then, he looked at Li Tian, whom he was gripping in his right hand, his eyes suddenly turning cold, and violently threw him into the distance.

…

“Mr. Fang, this person…” Back in the car, Qin Lang was about to inquire.

At this moment, Fang Yu’s phone vibrated; it was a call from Ye Shengxue.

“Mr. Fang, there’s a group of people looking for you, they, they…” Ye Shengxue’s tone was urgent, clearly very nervous.

“Hello, Fang Yu. I am Gao Yang, from the Xuanwu Group,” at this point, the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly changed to a deep male voice.