Empress Fu Yao [Volume 3]

Two Paths

The duo, suspended in midair, came crashing down. Zhan Beiye looked up to see the cliff quickly zooming out, and he flipped Meng Fuyao over and above him without hesitation.

With him as a cushion, she might have a chance of surviving the fall.

However, amid the light and fire, she let out a grin.

"Stop!"

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Meng Fuyao jerked her wrist, and their bodies stopped in midair. Without a break she extended her hand, hoping to swing him back up, but not before he did the same first.

"Take the guy who shot the fireball down first!"

"Okay!"

Meng Fuyao sprang herself back onto the cliff and raised her hand, laughing, "Have a taste of my Scattered Flower Needles!"

The person on the opposite cliff dodged intuitively but felt something coming his way. Angered, he lifted his firearm again and aimed it on the enemy's side, only to feel a pair of burning cold eyes on him.

The gaze was anything but ordinary. It was blacker than ink and deeper than the sea, and it carried the weight of gold and polished obsidian. Being watched by that pair of eyes was no different from being slammed by massive blocks, and one couldn't help but feel their chest tighten upon it.

Zhan Beiye stood at the end of the cliff, hands behind his back and robe fluttering in the wind. Eyes on the man with a firearm in his hand, he spoke, "It is you indeed."

"I, alone, can take care of you," the man let out a grim smile, automatically aiming his weapon at Zhan Beiye.

"You could wait no more, could you?" Zhan Beiye laughed. "You should have brought your whole team here. Just you alone will not be enough."

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"You can test it with your life," the man responded, raising the muzzle.

He stopped.

His target, along with the other youth, had vanished.

Shocked, he wiped the rainwater off his face, thinking that his eyes must have been playing tricks on him. When he put his hand down, his heart jumped.

Meng Fuyao's face and her star-like eyes had re-appeared before his very eyes.

'How is that possible?'

He was convinced that the rain had messed with his mental state. He was clearly on the opposite side, and even a pair of wings couldn't have gotten him here this quickly. How did that happen?

Meng Fuyao bared her teeth, smiling from ear to ear.

She then flicked her fingers.

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"Clap."

A rock was flung into the barrel, producing a crack that symbolized the death of this most advanced and precious firearm.

Her laughter became warmer as she said, "I'll send you a greeting on his behalf."

A black light flashed.

The man, who was staring at her wide-eyed, suddenly felt a chill deep in his heart and he lost all energy within his body.

He let out guttural sounds while looking down at the wound on his chest. There was a gigantic hole, in which fresh blood poured generously out.

Meng Fuyao's Destiny Rebellion had appeared suddenly and entered his chest, and when blood started flowing out, Meng Fuyao pulled it out and wiped it off his face. "I have no idea why he wants to greet you," she murmured.