Return Of The Monarch Chapter 48: Long Fengge's Death

Dragon Continent Calendar, Year 7630. Spring.

Long Kingdom, Cerulean Capital.

Inside the Royal Palace.

"Fengge…" Zhi Ruo's flawless, beautiful face was streaked with tears. With each pa.s.sing moment, she saw the dim light fading away from the golden eyes of her most treasured man.

Like that, hours pa.s.sed. Hugging his soulless body, Zhi Ruo wouldn't let go no matter how hard the other members of the Secret Legion pulled her. Upon taking a clear look at the unmoving handsome face of Long Fengge, she blacked out.

"Sister Ruo!" Fatty Wei screamed in fear. Swiftly, he appeared before the scarlet-robed beauty's location, and he barely caught her before she fell to the hard floor.

Biting his lips, Fatty Wei's eyes drooped in sorrow. This was undoubtedly the most heartwrenching day of his entire life. Summoning his spatial treasure, he retrieved the corpse of his best friend. No matter how hurt he was, he had to give his sworn brother a funeral. It would be a secretive one, however. In the entire life of Long Fengge, he had never liked to be under the public's eye, but his situation had forced him to be.

Recalling how Long Fengge had dragged him out of h.e.l.l singlehandedly, Fatty Wei couldn't hold back his hot tears. In the future, his life wouldn't ever be the same.

The Secret Legion was a.s.sembled to house the friends of Long Fengge who had lost their way. However, after this day, it could no longer be his home. Fatty Wei was loathing toward this little brother of his best friend; however, he knew that death was what Long Fengge wanted.

Staring at the mindlessly-kneeling Long Bohai, Fatty Wei was furious, but he had to respect the last wishes of his best friend. With a cold voice, he stated, "You're the emperor of the Long Kingdom now. Get up, it's unbefitting for the emperor to keep kneeling."

Picking up the unconscious Zhi Ruo, Fatty Wei was prepared to carry her back to the Prime Minister's estate, but he was stopped by ten eye-catching cultivators.

"What is it, Brother Aiguo?" Glaring at the tall, formidable man standing in the center, Fatty Wei was confused.

Blocking the route of the chubby fatty, the hydrattired Chan Aiguo leisurely smiled while pointing his long fingers, "Leave Sister Ruo here."

"Explain, now." Suddenly, Fatty Wei's eyes turned fiery, and his round face bore unsurpa.s.sed maliciousness. As an experienced fighter, he could straightforwardly discern the sinister gaze of Chan Aiguo. Staring at the group of ten, he counted six men and four women. In the Secret Legion, these were his dear brothers and sisters.

Along with his words, numerous Secret Legion members went to support him. In the entire Eastern World, no one could stand up to the unbelievable might of the Secret Legion: every member was a revered national cultivator.

Smiling at the loyal best friend of the Secret Legion's master, Chan Aiguo lightly laughed, "Step aside, there's no big reason. From the beginning, Sister Ruo should have belonged to me and not that stubborn Long Fengge."

Hearing the disrespectful words of Chan Aiguo, Fatty Wei roared, "You f*cking b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Chan Aiguo. Have you forgotten everything that Fengge has done for us?"

Cuddling the right arm of the formidable Chan Aiguo, a breathtaking aqurobed woman called Rong Jiayi sneered, "So what that he once helped us in the past? We were never in his eyes. Long Fengge was lost in his own world."

Attached to Chan Aiguo's other arm, a slender blonde beauty giggled, "Yeah, what use is a man if he doesn't love the women he once saved? Fengge is incapable!"

In secret, the slender Que Nuying had different thoughts, "I have to settle for Brother Chan, he's the next best thing. Furthermore, he's the strongest man in the Secret Legion now."

With her averse seductive face, Que Nuying noiselessly sighed, "Fengge would treat that obnoxious s.l.u.t, Zhi Ruo, different compared to other women. It's not fair! We all loved him!"

"Shut the f*ck up! No matter what, he never let others wrong us!" Fatty Wei's round face was blood-red listening to these words insulting his best friend. Gnas.h.i.+ng his teeth, he delicately laid the unconscious Zhi Ruo on the floor. Cracking his large fists, he would kill these ten ungrateful b.a.s.t.a.r.ds and serve them on a platter to the dogs.

c.o.c.king his head, Chan Aiguo smiled, "Fatty Wei, I respect your loyalty. In light of that, I will offer you a high position in the new Secret Legion as my right-hand man. How's that sound?"

Not allowing another word to reverberate from this ungrateful man, Fatty Wei's pupils constricted as he rushed toward the calm Chan Aiguo while utilizing his black Qi to create a sharp blade. Behind him, his brothers and sisters also took out their weapons.

Seeing this united front defending Long Fengge's honor, Chan Aiguo was dissatisfied. Raising his brow, he watched the hundreds of angered members charge at him with a murderous expression.

A second later, the members were nearing his group. Stamping his right foot, Chan Aiguo promptly controlled the laws of the world to cause everyone but his people to collapse in cold sweat.

"What?!" Fatty Wei's round face darkened as he ruthlessly stared at the smiling traitor.

"Upon seeing my power, does your answer remain the same? You can still change your decision, Fatty Wei." Crossing his arms, Chan Aiguo was still smiling. The mighty Secret Legion kneeling before him was an exhilarating feeling.

"How long have you been hiding that you've become a Transcendent, Chan Aiguo?" Feeling the vast pressure, Fatty Wei choked out. Along with this compression, the unconscious Zhi Ruo also began waking up.

In the Eastern World, Chan Aiguo had become the third legendary Transcendent in its lengthy history!

Pus.h.i.+ng his early Nascent Soul, Fatty Wei began slowly easing the pressure. Compared to his peerless best friend, this scheming Chan Aiguo was nothing as a Transcendent. Staring at the smiling man, he was enraged.

"What's going on?" Zhi Ruo's face was still a mess from crying; however, she started to coldly a.n.a.lyze the situation. Looking at the Secret Legion kneeling before Chan Aiguo, she was stunned.

Not applying his domain on the hurt Zhi Ruo, Chan Aiguo smiled, "It was rather recently that I had become a legendary Transcendent. Morning, Sister Ruo. This is quite the surprise, hm?"

Clearing her drowsiness, Zhi Ruo was enlightened. Containing her bubbling rage, she stood up, and her cold ice G.o.ddess appearance returned.

"Chan Aiguo." Zhi Ruo muttered in a frosty tone. The chilly aura she was subconsciously emitting could easily freeze mortals to death.

"Mn." Chan Aiguo nodded his head. For a total of just ten traitors to appear in the ma.s.sive Secret Legion was a spectacular achievement in itself. In addition to that, Long Fengge could barely be bothered pa.s.sing the long days after he had resolved the Long Kingdom's crisis.

Out of the thousands of Secret Legion members, it was too difficult to a.n.a.lyze them each every day. Furthermore, Long Fengge was too uncaring living without his true family. Thus, these ten traitors were allowed to secretly scheme.

Zhi Ruo was at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm. Cooling her sorrowful mind, she coldly looked at the aqurobed woman, "Rong Jiayi, haven't you always been clinging to Fengge's side?"

"Hmph. Fengge is in the past now." Dodging the question, Rong Jiayi sneered. After a while, she cruelly added, "You should start being careful now without your dear Fengge. In the Secret Legion, the powers are changing."

The loss of her most beloved was still clear in her mind, Zhi Ruo clenched her little fists. Utilizing her strong Nascent Soul, she swiftly began erasing the pressure of Chan Aiguo's domain.

Having been by Long Fengge's side the entire time, Zhi Ruo's understanding of the laws was nearly comparable with the peerless Secret Legion master.

However, this contrast was made when Long Fengge was also a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Soon, Fatty Wei stood up while helplessly looking at his best friend's lover, "I'm sorry, Sister Ruo, but there's no time to grieve anymore. We can mourn later once we kill this ungrateful b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

"…" Zhi Ruo could not bear to respond to this request, but she would definitely kill this insidious traitor.