Chapter 423 Father
"Where's Coco?" Tu Luoxue noticed that her mischievous younger sister was not there.
After finishing dinner, Tu Luoxue went back to her room with Lu Jiajing to read. The two younger sisters slipped out without their knowledge, and Tu Yier was taken to take a bath by Bai Ningbing.
Man Sui lied and said, "Keke is playing games in Yanluo's room."
Tu Luoxue nodded.
The situation at home is relatively stable for now, but the abandoned ancient temple on the other side has a lot of problems.
Yan Luo, wielding the Chaos Sword, relentlessly defended against the attacks of Wang Yi and his companions, each giving their all without holding back.
Liu Qian became even more ruthless, his bow never stopping from the moment the battle began.
He is one of the top ten inheritor ghost hunters in Longxia, and one of Longxia's most important trump cards, but Liu Qian is also his father.
A father should act like a father, willing to give everything for his children.
Tears streamed down Liu Qian's face as he drew his bow, and the three golden arrows flew out with a "whoosh".
Yan Luo was like a monster; he had an invisible protective shield around him. While using his sword to block frontal attacks, Liu Qian's cold arrows were all blocked by the shield.
Fifth Winter Summer, wielding the Winter Summer Sword, unleashed a powerful [Fire Separates from the Moon] strike, which Yan Luo countered with a [Snow Dragon's Roar] counter.
Wang Yi's shots were deadly, Zhao Jun's broadsword showed no mercy, and Di Huanian's long staff and Xuanyuan Changhong's Xuanyuan sword constantly interfered. Despite being attacked by the four, Yan Luo still seemed to be in complete control.
Xu Chunlai stood protectively in front of Liu Qian, who was attacking, his eyes filled with complex emotions and his mood was irritable.
As a proud successor of the Ghost Hunter lineage in Longxia, he and the others on the Throne bear too much responsibility, having been entrusted with a mission since childhood.
Wherever there is a problem, there is the throne; this has been the case every day for many years.
Rather than saying they were all capable of being kings, it would be more accurate to say they were puppets of the state.
Giving everything for Dragon's Throne is the mission of the Throne and the Ghost Hunters.
But right now, the only way to save Liu Qian's child is to turn him into a ghoul. The seven members of the Throne have grown up together since childhood and have an extremely deep bond; they cannot abandon any of them.
Yanluo's obstruction is unacceptable to the seven members of the throne; only by defeating Yanluo can they achieve their desired goal.
"Yanluo, stop! We only want Qian's child to live!" Wang Yi thrust his spear at Yanluo, his voice trembling. Clearly, Wang Yi couldn't bear to treat Yanluo like this with his brothers.
Yan Luo easily parried the spear, then used the momentum to close in on Wang Yi and slashed out with his sword. Di Huanian intervened in time with his long staff to block Yan Luo's sword.
"Brother Yi, no one is at fault. If I stop, who will protect the country?"
"Once Guangzhou falls, it will also signify the fall of the entire country."
"We all have different perspectives. Qian Ge's child needs to be saved, and Long Xia needs to be saved too. We can't hold back; let's give it our all!"
Zhao Jun gritted his teeth, leaped high into the air, and slashed down at Yan Luo with his broadsword.
"Xiao Yan, you're right!" Zhao Jun's voice was cold and ruthless, but his words revealed his warmth.
As Yan Luo blocked the attack, Xuan Yuan Chang Hong and Fifth Dong Xia's sword strikes also arrived.
Apart from Xu Chunlai, who was protecting Liu Qian and did not make a move, the others took turns attacking Yan Luo without holding back or stopping.
The close cooperation between the kings was virtually unbeatable; had it not been for Yanluo's strength being several times greater than theirs, they would have been defeated long ago.
The relentless attacks made Yanluo marvel at the power of the throne; even the Lone Beast of yesteryear would have struggled to withstand such a coordinated attack.
Back then, the Lone Beast only had six ninth-ranked individuals, along with Yan Luo, a mere weakling below the ninth rank.
The members of the throne were increasingly surprised as the fight progressed. From the first sparring match between Yanluo and Wudi Dongxia, they had only assumed that Yanluo was superior to Wudi Dongxia in swordsmanship.
Furthermore, Yanluo has recently been fighting back and forth with the various ninth-tier captains, leading people to believe that Yanluo, as a leading figure of the younger generation, should be stronger than the veteran ninth-tier captains.
To everyone's surprise, Yanluo fought against seven opponents without being at a disadvantage, and there wasn't even a drop of sweat on her forehead. While defending, Yanluo was also able to glance at Nangong, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation.
Yan Luo felt a void in his heart. He didn't want to win, but he couldn't afford to lose. Someone had to uphold the will of their ancestors. The throne had its reasons, so he had to shoulder the heavy responsibility.
Defeating the Throne would be easy for Yan Luo, even just a matter of a thought. This can be seen from his previous instant kill of the Black Serpent King of the Demon Realm. Defeating the Throne is no problem for Yan Luo at all.
But once the throne is lost, Yanluo will have to stop Nangong. To stop Nangong, the only way is to kill her.
Having finally confirmed that she still had family, Yanluo felt unwilling, uneasy, and restless.
Di Huanian thrust his long stick straight at Yan Luo's face, nearly hitting the unsettled Yan Luo.
The stick is a straightforward weapon; each strike is deliberate and does not cause serious injury or death. Di Huanian was tall and naturally strong, so being hit by it was not a pleasant experience.
In terms of strength, he is the strongest among the kings. He looks honest and is honest in character, like Sha Wujing from Journey to the West.
Yan Luo knew that Di Huanian's long staff contained a sharp knife, and Di Huanian had not drawn the knife because he did not want to kill Yan Luo.
The seven players facing the throne were locked in a stalemate, each with their own predicaments and considerations, each move both deadly and merciful.
Liu Qian was torn between her child and the greater good of the nation; to gain one meant sacrificing the other.
His arrows flew continuously, rapidly depleting his internal energy. His glasses were merely decorative; Liu Qian possessed excellent eyesight, and the Cloud Sky Bow in his hand was a perfectly suited weapon, seemingly not of this world.
Xu Chunlai noticed that Liu Qian's rate of fire had slowed down and advised, "Brother Qian, take a break. The older brothers are holding the line."
Liu Qian slowly lowered the bow in his hand, tears streaming down his face as his mind was filled with the smiling faces of his wife and children.
Liu Qian believes he is not a good father. He is often away from home due to his busy work schedule, and his wife and parents take the most care of the children. He has sacrificed too much time with his wife and children for the sake of the country.
Wang Yi and others are no different.
Xuanyuan Chenxi always complained that Xuanyuan Changhong didn't have time to spend with her, which made Xuanyuan Changhong feel quite bad.
From birth, the seven on the throne were given a mission, a mission that bound them yet bestowed upon them many things.
Liu Qian recalled his wife proudly telling their son that he was a hero, a great hero of Longxia, and that sense of pride made Liu Qian feel very satisfied.
But now Liu Qian doesn't want to be a hero anymore; he wants to be a good father. For his child to survive, he's willing to accept even if his child turns into the monster he's always been fighting.
As long as the children can grow up safely, Nangong said that even children can grow up after becoming zombies. An Qiuxi and Yu Xiaoyu, the zombie girls, are excellent examples.
The bow, which had been hanging limply, stood upright again. Liu Qian's eyes were filled with only the determination to become a father. He pulled back the bowstring, and a huge golden arrow materialized in his hand.
"Yanluo, don't blame me!"
Liu Qian fired an arrow, the sharp arrow slicing through the air with a loud whooshing sound, heading straight for Yan Luo.
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