Chapter 1042: Chapter 1038: So it was you who forced the death of my father?_1 Chapter 1042: Chapter 1038: So it was you who forced the death of my father?_1 “They killed all the attendants and palace maids who served my father.”
The siblings revealed themselves, Lin Yixuan clenching the dagger in his hand, hatred welling up within him.
“Where’s the secret passage? Let’s catch up with them.”
Lin Qingluo couldn’t bear to see his sadness and looked around, changing the subject.
“It’s just up ahead.”
Lin Yixuan pointed toward the ruins of the burnt walls.
“Let’s go.”
Lin Qingluo pulled him along, took out a Night Pearl, and cradled it in her palm. Amidst the charred remnants of walls, they found a small protrusion.
She pressed the stone, and the ground opened to reveal a small passage, just wide enough for one person.
“Chirp chirp.”
Just then, the Little Kingfisher flew over and quickly entered the tunnel first.
“Go down.”
Without any hesitation, Lin Qingluo descended, followed closely by Lin Yixuan, gripping his dagger.
“Master, hurry! I’ve found the Beiqi Monarch.”
The Little Kingfisher flew swiftly through the underground passages, bringing news in no ti.
“He’s here.”
Lin Qingluo’s spirits lifted, and she tightened her grip on Lin Yixuan’s hand. Guided by the dazzling light of the Night Pearl, they raced through the pitch-black underground corridor.
“Soone is coming, Your Majesty. Be careful.”
Startled, the ten Tiger Devourer guards drew their swords, encircling the Beiqi Monarch.
“Slash.”
A sharp sword light cut the perfect arc in the air, striking down the first guard with a terrible scream.
“She’s over there!”
“Kill her!”
The remaining nine guards sensed the danger, nine icy cold swords piercing toward Lin Qingluo simultaneously.
“Whoosh.”
The Little Kingfisher aided its master, spewing sparks that pierced one guard’s forehead.
Lin Qingluo remained calm and composed, not dodging or evading.
The long swords, bearing an irresistible force, swept down the remaining eight guards under the dazzling light of the Lei Ting in the dark corridor.
“Master, that man is the Beiqi Monarch.”
The Little Kingfisher’s bright, thieving eyes could see clearly in the darkness.
They noticed the Beiqi Monarch’s face distorted in extre horror.
“Yixuan, this man is the enemy who killed your father.”
With her sword, Lin Qingluo pointed at the Beiqi Monarch under the dazzling glow of the Night Pearl.
The Night Pearl’s light clearly revealed the Beiqi Monarch’s sinister expression.
“It was you who drove my father to his death?”
Lin Yixuan glared at the Beiqi Monarch, gripping his dagger tightly.
“You’re the son of that Noble Lord? The one who prophesied before knowing, who killed Xia Yan, and now pushes into a corner?”
The Beiqi Monarch stared deeply into his eyes, complex emotions swirled in his own. He stared for a few seconds before breaking out into wildly hysterical laughter.
“Hahaha, indeed, fate cannot be defied. The Nether Star and Purple Star, giving life and taking it away. Every ti a foreboding prophet is born, a dynasty falls. Your mother, Xia Yan, and my fate have all been buried by you.”
“Shut up!”
Lin Qingluo, her anger flaring, struck him with her palm, sending him flying.
“Cough cough.”
The Beiqi Monarch slamd fiercely onto the ground, spitting out a few teeth, his speech now slurred.
Even so, he continued with malicious mockery, “Xia Yan is dead, your mother is dead, now I’m dead. Who’s next?”
“Sadly, little guy, I won’t get to see your end.”
“Do you know why foreboding prophets always have short lives?”
“Hahaha, it’s because your fate clashes with that of an Emperor. The brighter your Purple Star, the dimr the Nether Star.”
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