Chapter Sixty-Eight: No More Holding Back

“Ke Bei!”
Outside the pale blue domain of the mid-ranked War God, Liu Mubai, Luo Ling bit her red lips tightly, her body crashing again and again into the shimmering barrier with desperate force.

Yet the pale blue barrier was a domain only War Gods could command. With Luo Ling's current strength, it was impossible for her to force her way inside!

Her lips were torn, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth. The recoil from her relentless assaults left her bruised and swollen, her bones aching as if they might shatter. But Luo Ling seemed oblivious to the pain, numb to everything except her singular purpose, her frail body still battering the blue domain with fevered intensity.

Ke Bei's figure filled her mind.

She remembered their first encounter, before hundreds of red-haired zombies, when he foolishly used his own body to shield her from their fangs and claws, steadfastly protecting her behind him.

She recalled his face, eyes closed tight, whispering softly in his sleep, clutching her small hand like a child.

She remembered the moment a beast’s hooves threatened to crush her, when he pulled her into his arms, shielding her with his body and smiling as he held her safe beneath him.

Silent tears ran down her pale cheeks. With each reckless collision, Luo Ling’s strength ebbed away. Her long, graceful legs trembled, knees buckling suddenly as her delicate form slid helplessly down the blue barrier.

“Ke Bei, come out! Come out!” Her eyes brimmed with tears, blood streaking her lips, her once clear voice now hoarse and broken, her complexion ghostly pale.

“Let me try.”
Luo Han had been watching his sister in silence. He couldn’t comprehend what the boy trapped inside the pale blue domain had done to her, or why she would become so frenzied for his sake.

He exhaled softly, pale azure flames igniting around him as he prepared to unleash his full strength on the blue barrier. Just as the flames danced atop his fists, ready to strike, Han Lingyue appeared out of nowhere—wearing slippers and a black nightgown.

Gone was the usual mischievous, faintly wicked smile on Han Lingyue’s face. He was more solemn than ever, murderous intent flickering in his eyes like a tangible force.

“Where is Ke Bei?” Han Lingyue’s voice was terrifyingly deep. His brows furrowed, and he glanced briefly at the collapsed Luo Ling before focusing on Luo Han.

“He’s inside.” Luo Han felt the chilling aura of murder from Han Lingyue, and his burly frame involuntarily trembled. He pointed at Liu Mubai’s domain and spoke in a low voice.

Han Lingyue nodded slowly. Silver light surged in his left eye. Stepping forward, his body vanished instantly.

Inside Liu Mubai’s pale blue domain, Hei Qin approached Ke Bei with a wicked grin.

“I told you I’d kill you in this lifetime!” Hei Qin licked the blood from his lips, his sinister face twisted with bloodthirsty madness. Golden energy surged around his fists.

“Luo Han and Luo Ling are protected by their father. I don’t have the right to kill them yet—but one day, I’ll crush Luo Han beneath my feet!”

The metallic sheen on Hei Qin’s face intensified.

“But you, you have no backing. No one to protect you! Hahaha… provoke me, and there’s only one outcome—death!”

Hei Qin smiled viciously, his golden energy-charged fist crashed down toward Ke Bei, whose eyes remained tightly shut.

“Who said he’s unprotected?”

Just as Hei Qin’s fist was about to smash Ke Bei’s head, the golden energy already slicing through his short hair, a thunderous voice exploded in his ear.

At the same instant, with his malicious grin still etched on his face and his fist paused before Ke Bei’s head, Hei Qin’s body froze in place as if bewitched.

Han Lingyue’s form materialized, stepping coldly in front of Ke Bei. He glanced indifferently at the immobilized Hei Qin, spread his fingers, and grasped the air.

Crack—Hei Qin’s body, now entirely metallic, was crushed into a twisted lump by invisible force.

Hei Qin was compressed into a ball, shining with metallic luster.

“Liu Mubai, get out here!” Han Lingyue didn’t even look at Hei Qin, casually tossing the ball of compressed metal aside. He suddenly barked a cold command, his two jet-black eyes now transformed—one dazzling silver, the other deep azure.

“Han Lingyue, what’s the meaning of this?” Liu Mubai frowned, eyeing Hei Qin, who had been twisted into a ball but was still alive, a faint aura of menace spreading.

Hei Qin was his disciple. Though his sharp gold physique protected him from mortal harm, to see his student treated so humiliatingly right in front of him—was this not an affront?

No matter how prodigious Han Lingyue’s talents, he was only a lower-ranked War God, having just moved into the War God Palace days ago. To show such blatant disregard for Liu Mubai’s authority—wasn’t this sheer arrogance?

“The meaning? Hahaha… curse your mother! You dare ask what I mean?”

Han Lingyue laughed wildly, murderous aura erupting from him like a physical wave.

“He’s my brother! If I’d been a moment later, my brother would have been killed by you two beasts! And you still dare ask what I mean?”

Han Lingyue pointed at the unconscious Ke Bei, his eyes closed, breath weak as a thread, and began to roar.

“Enough! With scum like you, it’s no wonder your disciple is a beast. Letting you remain in Mist Gold Mountain only disgraces the Nine Rivers Genius Training Camp! Today, I’ll show mercy, do a good deed, and send you both on your way!”

Dressed in a black robe with the collar open, chest exposed, Han Lingyue cast a cold glance at Liu Mubai. He drew a breath, and a brilliant silver light burst from within.

As the silver light flashed, Han Lingyue’s body vanished.

Teleportation.

True instantaneous movement.

Everyone at the Nine Rivers Base knew of Han Lingyue’s terrifying talent, that his gift was “Swift Wind.” But apart from the Azure Dragon Leader Li Qingfeng, few knew Han Lingyue’s true power.

Han Lingyue was born with two innate abilities. With just his first gift, “Swift Wind,” he had claimed the third spot on the Azure Dragon Leaderboard.

Li Qingfeng once admitted that if Han Lingyue unleashed his real strength, he would certainly lose.

Han Lingyue’s deeply concealed power was an extraordinary command of space. Now, faced with Liu Mubai, a mid-ranked War God, Han Lingyue finally revealed his true might.

The moment Han Lingyue disappeared, Liu Mubai’s expression changed dramatically. But before he could react, a deep azure wind blade slashed across his neck.