Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 181 Hating Heaven Hating Heaven

Lu Mingfei cautiously watched Odin slowly approach through the mist.

The other person was walking very slowly.

Very cunning.

With an air of confidence, the soldiers were all clad in armor and wielded bows, crossbows, shields, and spears.

Odin was shrouded in mist, and his gaze was filled with complex emotions.

He rode his eight-legged warhorse slowly toward Lu Mingfei.

The slow pace, imbued with a sense of ritual, seemed to proclaim, "I've got you all figured out," through the sound of hooves.

The mist was pushed aside by his steps, then closed up behind him, as if it were breathing, exhaling the military formation in breaths.

The armored figures behind him were also moving, in perfect unison, with rows of spear tips raised and shields pressed down, and the soldiers behind them each holding a longbow and crossbow.

Lu Mingfei gripped Hentian tightly.

He looked at the neutral ambush troops and was unusually anxious.

No wonder Odin appeared only after Chu Zihang appeared.

So that's why.

They were hostages.

Lu Mingfei turned his head to the side, reached out and released Jiaoyue, his voice low but urgent.

"Senior brother, ride it back, I'll block him."

Chu Zihang didn't move, but Lu Mingfei could sense that he seemed to be trembling slightly.

Unbeknownst to him, something was exploding in Chu Zihang's mind.

This blasted Chu Zihang's mind back to the past, causing his PTSD to flare up like a landslide and a tsunami.

It was like his state of mind after seeing Yuan Shao die and thinking of Yuan Shu.

But Chu Zihang should be a little better than him.

Because he can still speak, instead of feeling like there's a bone stuck in his throat like he did before.

"I won't back down."

The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

It was as if he was using all his strength to open his mouth, struggling to utter the words.

"I won't run away, I won't."

"You'll die!"

Lu Mingfei's brows furrowed instantly.

He always felt that something was punishing him—was it fate? Or destiny?

The punishment is to make him see his past self at different stages of his life.

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei.

The other person's glowing golden eyes made it impossible for him to see their face clearly.

His mental state was already on the verge of collapse, as the rampaging dragon blood within him assaulted his nerves.

Because of everything, everything.

Yesterday reappears.

"It's okay! It's okay to die here!"

His voice sounded like a low growl.

"I can't leave you again!! Father!"

What?

Lu Mingfei has cooled down.

What's going on?

Father?

What?

?

Wait a minute?

For a moment, Lu Mingfei's doubts almost overshadowed the emergency situation.

But now he feels relieved.

Because he saw Chu Zihang's eyes.

There's something engraved inside.

It was an overwhelming hatred.

The hatred surged, so intense it seemed to burn a person to the core, and its direction was clearly directed at Odin.

Lu Mingfei immediately understood.

Sometime in the past, on a rainy night, on an overpass, this man shrouded in mist and myth took away Chu Zihang's father.

Just like how fate took away Yuan Shu and Yuan Shao, it was unreasonable and left no room for maneuver, leaving only a pile of broken glass, so that you would get hurt with every step you took.

Lu Mingfei sighed.

It's very light.

He raised his hand, extended his index finger, and tapped Chu Zihang's forehead.

That wasn't a hard hit.

But what Chu Zihang felt at that moment was not lightness.

It's like something incredibly massive being forcibly crammed in, like someone directly implanting a whole set of battlefield killing techniques into your nerves.

Make something appear out of thin air in your head.

That thing has four characters.

"Hate Heaven Sword Technique"

Chu Zihang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw certain images flash through his mind like lightning.

He saw Lu Mingfei standing in the wind.

It's not like it is now.

It's a different kind of sharper, colder, more like someone who has emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He saw an endless shower of fiery meteors falling.

Each falling object trailed a long tail of fire, crashing onto the ground and creating towering pillars of flame.

The pillars of fire baked the dust into glass-like cracks, and shockwaves spread outwards in circles, making people unable to stand, breaking flags, and making the entire army feel as if it had been wiped away by a giant hand.

He saw a hail of arrows.

The arrows, whistling through the air, came from afar like a black storm, so powerful that you felt as if your breath would be ripped apart.

He saw a blade suddenly cleave down from the horizon.

That wasn't a human knife.

It was as if the world itself had grown tired of it, so it raised a huge Green Dragon Crescent Blade and cleaved it down to the ground from a great height.

Where the blade passed, the clouds were cleaved, the earth was bent, and a teeth-grinding roar filled the air, as if the whole world was saying goodbye.

Lu Mingfei, however, held his halberd beneath the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and received the attack, his heart burning with endless hatred.

It looked as if it was about to burn down half the sky.

He saw that the fog was everywhere.

It rises from the ground.

Squeezed out from the cracks in the city wall.

Crawling among the corpses.

It wraps around a person's ankle.

Entangled with flames and arrows.

It was wrapped around the enormous Azure Dragon Crescent Blade.

Like invisible hands trying to drag everything back, to drag it back to a certain ending that should have been there.

Suddenly, a voice and a golden light pierced through everything!

"I call it the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique. Use it, and let's fight our way out of here."

As Chu Zihang listened to the voice, his gaze fell upon Odin's army. He already knew how to use this method.

At that moment, his breathing changed.

The dragon blood within him was surging wildly like a tidal wave, causing his nerves to ache and his vision to burn.

But after those four words were engraved, the rampage suddenly found a place to go, like a riverbed being dug out of the original out-of-control flood. The riverbed was frighteningly deep, deep enough to swallow a person whole.

Then a tremendous power surged from his body.

The bones were recast.

The muscle fibers are stretched taut one by one.

Each heartbeat carries a heavier weight, followed by a frantic throbbing, and the sound of blood surging through the veins becomes clear, as clear as the resounding beat of a war drum.

What followed closely was hatred.

Endless hatred.

It surged up from deep within his chest, so fast that it almost overwhelmed his consciousness.

A raging torrent of water erupted in my mind, so intense that I wanted to bite myself to make sure I was still alive.

Chu Zihang's knuckles turned white.

His hand gripped the scabbard tightly.

Murasame's sword hilt was cold from the rain, but the coldness actually made him more clear-headed, letting him know that he could still control himself and that he could still hold on.

He wanted to leave this place and go out with his father.

Instead of heading towards destruction.

He looked up at those golden eyes.

Those eyes that shone in the downpour.

He suddenly understood where that sense of security came from—not because the world was safe, but because someone was standing in the most dangerous place and hadn't fallen yet.

Therefore, he could not fall down.

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