Chapter 77 Leng Xiangyu, you have the means to die

What no one expected was that the Golden God actually appeared on the battlefield.

Yu Chen was the most excited when he heard the news. He kept pulling Han Zhi to ask him if he had been performing well recently and why he didn't help him resurrect.

Han Zhi smiled and said, "Master wants to be resurrected?"

Yu Chen nodded repeatedly.

Han Zhi also nodded: "Okay."

Before Yu Chen could be happy, Han Zhi added: "Wait until I die."

Yu Chen: “…”

Han Zhi ignored him. He didn't expect that Mu Qingyang would choose to return the divine power and let the Golden God return to his position as a god.

Is it because something went wrong with the power that was forcibly obtained, or is there some other reason?

"Han Zhao."

Han Zhi shouted, "Follow me to Beichen, I want to see Leng Xiangyu."

Han Zhi sometimes needs to wonder if Leng Baibai is really a soft-hearted god.

Compared to Nan Chao Wenyan, who was taken away by Burning and then taken away by him, Leng Xiangyu was treated much better.

He was only stripped of his title of Snow God and imprisoned in his own palace.

But Han Zhi only mentioned people and never said hello.

Before, he could let Han Zhao blow up the Nanchao Wenyan without any warning, and now he can break into the palace without any warning.

The chill wind from Beichen swept towards him, swirling with crushed snow. Han Zhi gathered his robes, a thin layer of frost forming on the emerald green ring on his thumb, but it didn't hinder him from moving toward Leng Xiangyu's chambers. Han Zhao followed behind him, his silver-white armor treading on the frozen ground. Each step was accompanied by the crisp, crisp sound of ice cracking, a particularly clear sound.

The guards outside the palace door saw the two men coming in aggressively and hurried forward to stop them: "Your Highness! Without the order of Your Majesty, no one is allowed to..."

Before he could finish his words, Han Zhi raised his hand and unleashed a burst of spiritual energy, slamming the door open. The wooden door slammed against the wall with a dull thud. He entered the hall without looking away. Leng Xiangyu was sitting by the window, his plain white robe making his face appear even paler. Upon seeing Han Zhi enter, he simply glanced up, his eyes devoid of emotion.

"It's you?" Leng Xiangyu's fingertips rubbed the rim of the cup, the tea in the cup had already cooled down. "Now you are so successful, are you here to take revenge on me?"

He was very clear about what he was doing.

Han Zhi and him had long been destined to fight to the death.

Han Zhi paused, his eyes fell on Leng Xiangyu's pale face, and he went straight to the point: "Mu Qingyang returned the power of the Golden God, do you know anything?"

Leng Xiangyu smiled: "I have been locked up here all the time, what can I know?"

"You have always been close to her. I don't believe you didn't notice anything."

Looking at Han Zhi's face of obvious disbelief, Leng Xiangyu laughed heartily.

"Brother, since you know that she and I are close, why do you think I would tell you?"

He said fearlessly, "If you want to torture me severely, it's all up to you."

Han Zhi looked at Leng Xiangyu's stubborn expression, and felt annoyed. However, he suppressed his emotions and remained calm: "Leng Xiangyu, do you think I dare not touch you? The situation is turbulent now, and I don't care if you are there or not."

Leng Xiangyu only chuckled, his eyes fixed on the snowy scene outside the window, as if Han Zhi's threats had no effect on him. "Brother, if you were truly capable, you wouldn't be asking me. I do know something about Aunt Mu's affairs, but why should I help you? You destroyed everything I cherish, and now you want to benefit from me. How can such a good thing happen in this world?"

Han Zhi smiled: "I think you have been living a good life for too long and don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

He took a step forward, his spiritual energy surging slightly, and the already chilly hall seemed to cool down even further. "Don't you think you've been wronged by being locked up here? That your life is worse than pigs and dogs?"

Leng Xiangyu did not deny it.

Of course, he had lived a life of luxury and was admired by everyone since he was a child, so he had never suffered such injustice.

"Han Zhao, take off his clothes."

Han Zhi suddenly said, "A prisoner should look like a prisoner. Who allowed him to wear this kind of clothes?"

Han Zhao was slightly startled when he heard this. Although he felt that this was too humiliating, he still responded and stepped forward. Leng Xiangyu's face suddenly changed, and he fiercely grasped the collar of his robe. The fearlessness in his eyes finally disappeared, leaving only shock and anger: "Han Zhi! How dare you!"

"Why are you afraid?" Han Zhi said, "Since you can't recognize your identity as a prisoner, I will help you recognize it."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Leng Xiangyu, his tone as cold as Beichen's ice, "Drag him out, kneel outside, and let everyone see what you look like."

Leng Xiangyu was trembling all over at his words, but he still grabbed the robe tightly and refused to let go: "You are insulting me! Han Zhi, if you dare to touch me, father will not let you go!"

"Father?" Han Zhi sneered, stepped forward and pressed Leng Xiangyu's shoulder with such force that he cried out in pain. "You insisted on betraying him, and yet you still dare to call him father? Do you think you still have someone to back you up? Don't dream." He looked at Han Zhao and said in a more serious tone, "Do it."

Han Zhao no longer hesitated and reached out to untie Leng Xiangyu's robe.

While struggling, Leng Xiangyu knocked over the cold tea cup on the table. The porcelain cup fell to the ground and shattered. The tea splashed onto the cold ground, instantly forming a thin layer of ice.

He looked at Han Zhi's indifferent face and finally realized that the other party really dared to be cruel to him. His voice trembled but still contained stubbornness: "You will regret it...Han Zhi, you will definitely regret it!"

Han Zhi ignored him and had no interest in seeing Leng Xiangyu kneeling as punishment. He turned around and strode to find Leng Baibai.

Leng Xiangyu, he is determined to have her.

When he met patrolling servants on the way, they saw that he looked cold and stern, and they all bowed and made way for him.

Han Zhi looked straight ahead, but was thinking in his heart: If Leng Baibai protected Leng Xiangyu, he would use Mu Qingyang's matter to force the other party to give in; if Leng Baibai's attitude was ambiguous, then he wouldn't mind using some tougher means. In the current situation, he didn't have time to talk to anyone.

However, he seemed to have overestimated how much Leng Baibai valued Leng Xiangyu.

The other party was not surprised to see him coming, and just asked: "You want him?"

Han Zhi remained silent.

Leng Baibai said: "...Forget it, he is the one who treated you badly after all, so just take him away if you want."

Han Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"

Leng Baibai closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear it: "He let you down, and I let you down too."

Han Zhi sneered: "Thank you very much, Your Majesty."

As expected, one doesn't feel pain unless he is slapped. If Leng Xiangyu hadn't betrayed Leng Baibai, he would probably have protected him for the rest of his life.

Just as he was about to turn around, an attendant rushed in and said, "Your Highness! Xue... the criminal has fainted from kneeling! Master Han Zhao doesn't know what to do..."

Fainted?

"I understand." He responded coldly, with no emotion in his tone, but he turned around and headed towards where Leng Xiangyu was being punished to kneel. As he passed the palace gate, he caught a glimpse of Leng Baibai opening his eyes, with a hint of worry hidden in them. However, he didn't say anything else, only sighing softly.

In the snow, Leng Xiangyu huddled beside the stone steps, his body stained with snow, his face as white as paper, and his breath weak. Han Zhao squatted beside him, brow furrowed. Seeing Han Zhi approaching, he hurriedly stood up and said, "Your Highness, his body temperature is too low. If he gets any colder, I'm afraid..."