Return Of The Monarch Chapter 64: Rising

"Zhi Ruo!" Chan Aiguo roared. Even if he adored her, he did not want a woman who would think about stabbing him in his sleep every single night; he had given her countless chances!

"I'm going to obliterate the Secret Legion." 

"Die knowing that Zhen will erase all of Fengge's lifework because of your actions!" Striking where it hurts, Chan Aiguo's dark pupils enlarged, overflowing with fury. 

To the hydrattired devil's surprise, Zhi Ruo was not affected by hearing her known soft spot. Since the time she knew Long Fengge, he would keep his promises. If he said that he would return, that was the sole option for the world then! 

A crimson light shot to the surface of Chan Aiguo's essence. Surrounding his figure, a blood-red aura shot out in all directions. In the former Long Kingdom, the millions of citizens witnessed the descent of a supreme devil.

"Devil's bloodline?" Seeing this aura, Zhi Ruo utilized the vast pressure of her domain. In a cold voice, she harrumphed, "This entire time, you've been a part of the Devil Sect, Chan Aiguo."

In the Dragon Continent, the Devil Sect, one of the five superpowers, had a negative stigma. Almost everyone despised their members, forcing the weaker members to hide in the dark. Its members would resort to all evil methods to become stronger, ranging from the most violent blood rituals.

"That… is not true." The transfer was recent. In his mind, it was Long Fengge who had forced him to resort to these devilish methods to reach his current level. From the corner of his eye, Chan Aiguo saw a look of scorn flicker through Que Nuying's eyes.

In a flash, a thunderous force pushed Zhi Ruo backward over ten feet. Instead of focusing his efforts on the scarlet-robed woman, Chan Aiguo changed his attention to Que Nuying.

"Does Nuying disdain Zhèn now?" Stepping closer with each step, Chan Aiguo met the slender blonde's frightened gaze, and his voice was ice-cold. 

"I… don't." With apprehension, Que Nuying whispered; however, there was no confidence in her voice. 

Catching her concealed scorn, Chan Aiguo screeched in anger, "You've been pestering Zhen every night, and now you're disdaining Zhen?!" 

"I've tasted every part of your body. You belong to Zhen!" boomed Chan Aiguo. Shooting toward the slender blonde, he clenched her throat with his sharp nails. Stiffening his grip, Que Nuying was helpless against the firm chokehold. 

In the Eastern World, devils were feared for their merciless behavior. Through vicious means, ancient devils had held enormous, great blood rites. Utilizing an ancient technique, the supreme devil families have ensured their power for countless generations.

Withering to skin and bone, the strongest devils were able to transfer their memories over to the younglings. Bringing forth a waterfall of life experiences, some adolescent devils had grasped the laws up to the Nascent Soul stage in record time.

However, beneath the surface, the transfer ran down much deeper. Imbedding these memories of the aged devils, the vast majority of the youngster tributes would either explode on the spot or lose their sense of self in a matter of moments. 

In fact, some of the strongest devils even used this vicious method to ensure their 'survival!' 

Nearing the end of their lifespan, the supreme devils were unable to accept the impending doom. Rooting their memories in a fresh, young body, these devils were able to experience life once more, but their true souls had dissipated long ago. 

Thus, no one believed that it was possible for true reincarnation. The soul was the core of a being. The everlasting system of the ancient devils was thought of as a method to bridge the gap between the young and the old, ensuring their affluence over every generation.

"You can never leave Zhen." Taking in her enchanting scent, Chan Aiguo's ferocious eyes had widened to a frightening point. Whispering, he added, "Become one with Zhen."

Looking up, Zhi Ruo saw the hydrattired devil shine with a deep black light. In the process, the figure of Que Nuying was beginning to dim, growing transparent as if she was a non-existent ghost.

When Que Nuying saw the vacant, dreadful stare of Chan Aiguo, she knew that it would be meaningless to beg. Screaming in terror, she cried, "Please save me, Sister Ruo!"

Perceiving the piercing scream, Zhi Ruo remembered the vast efforts that Long Fengge had gone through to save and nurture every member of the Secret Legion. Unwilling to let his efforts go to waste, her mouth did not speak a single word, but her shadow had begun shooting toward the traitors.

Until Long Fengge came back, she would imprison them, but Chan Aiguo was someone who had to die. Staring at the pleading gaze of the once childish little sister who had clung to her at all times, Zhi Ruo let out a cold harrumph, "Once Fengge is back, we'll decide your punishment."

As the sole true master of the Secret Legion, this was also Long Fengge's decision on how to punish its members. From the beginning, the Secret Legion had its own set of rules to follow that diverged from the usual path of other societies and nations.

"Big Brother Fengge…?" Repeating the name, Que Nuying was shocked; her heart raced. But soon, she remembered her predicament and buried the thoughts for now.

Boom! 

Colliding with the two traitors, Chan Aiguo's chokehold over the slender beauty was interrupted. Roaring, his pupils and muscles contracted, "Fengge?!"

"Mn." Meeting the hydrattired man's stare, Zhi Ruo noticed that she was not looking toward her, and her phoenix eyes narrowed. 

The two beauties thought that Chan Aiguo had cried out the name upon hearing Zhi Ruo's declaration, but his devilish pupils were obsessed and excessive. In the past, Long Fengge's mere name alone was not enough to set him off to such an extent; their world had greatly changed.

While Zhi Ruo was shooting toward the hydrattired devil, she noticed that her steps had been pulled to an abrupt halt. Panicking, she thought, "How is it possible that Chan Aiguo's power has reached such an extent?"

If so, the situation was bound to turn disastrous. Recalling the Devil Sect, Zhi Ruo had no recollection of the devils holding such strong power. In the future, she would need to sort out a plan to deal with them.

Thinking through her next action, Zhi Ruo stopped at the sound of a crisp, nostalgic voice, and she could hear her heartbeat rising.

"Zhi Ruo." A mild, husky voice called out.

"I, Long Fengge, am back."