Chapter 120: Chapter 120- Princess' Dreams (2)

"Pfftt, Hahaha, Why act like a hero when you're going to die anyway?" The man with purple hair exclaimed as he clenched his stomach and laughed before wiping away his non-existent tears and looking at Damien."Damien, there's no need to act like a hero. Start begging for your life now," Edward's eyes blazed with anger as he spoke, his grip on the woman's sword causing it to shatter. In one swift motion, he delivered a powerful punch to her stomach.

"Ugh!" After depleting her internal energy to protect her abdomen, her dantian had already been burned as she pushed her fire Qi to its limit during her desperate escape from the previous battle, causing a weakened foundation. With a single punch, blood sprayed from her mouth.

Edward retreating his fist caused the woman's body to fall forward. As she succumbed to unconsciousness, she gestured for Damien to run away, saying, "Young mast..."

"Do not hurt her!" Damien tried to move quickly towards her, causing his body to stumble and fall forward due to losing balance. Before he could fall, a hand grabbed his neck and lifted his body into the air.

"Argh... Le-av--e h-er." Damien's legs were flailing in the air, his eyes red from pain. He had a loosened grip, not even attempting to retaliate as if he had given up on his fate. He pleaded with the hidden figure before him.

"Sigh, it's not fun seeing him give up, should I undress her slowly or directly rip her clothes off in a fit of passion? I wonder what kind of reaction I'll get..." The man with purple hair stepped forward, ruffling his hair, feeling bored as he noticed Damien was not pleading for his life or showing any resistance. This caused him to tilt his head and threaten him while pointing towards the unconscious woman.

"....Y-you all w-ill di--e" Damien's words were barely able to escape his throat as the grip around his neck tightened with each passing moment. Despite this, the only emotion he felt was a desire to give up on life while also wanting to see these three individuals suffer.

"Yes, now it's more like those weaklings who get crushed like ants and beg for someone else to provide justice. Keep doing it, I like it." The guy with purple hair approached Damien, sticking out his tongue and taunting him as he moved around. Damien was starting to lose his senses due to the suffocation.

"Do not dare kill him." Suddenly, a woman's voice boomed from the broken door, causing all of their eyes to glance in that direction. The man in the air, losing consciousness, felt his whole body burn the moment he caught sight of a woman with black hair and pink eyes.

"Oh, isn't it Ophelia Raphael?" The purple-haired guy watched as a woman walked elegantly towards Damien, causing him to feel a twitch in his groin area as he noticed her curves. A smile formed on his face as he moved towards the woman.

"Approach within a meter and you will be killed.", Ophelia warned, halting and glaring towards Ye Fan, who stopped and sighed before shrugging his shoulders and retreating back with a smile.

"....What did you want, Ophelia, my dear?" The shadow tilted his head and glanced at the woman who approached before stopping near him and looking at the dying man in silhouette's hand.

"There is no need to kill him." Ophelia looked at the shadow, her eyes appeared pinkish with a red hue in them, looking blankly at the shadow who kept looking at her before loosening his hand, causing Damien's body to drop on the floor.

"Haah....Haah...I don't need your—Kugh!" Damien wanted to retaliate with his red eyes flashing at the woman, but she kicked him in the face, sending his body hurling towards the nearby wall as if he had no weight.

But in truth, this was the strength of someone at the Golden Core realm level.

"Khwaackk!?" Blood gushed out the moment his body collided with the wall before falling on the floor. His mind seemed to be shutting down after a surge of anger passed through him.

"Do not act almighty when you are nothing more than an insect." Ophelia looked at Damien in disgust, feeling repulsed by the memories of his childish behavior while being manipulated by women like Luna Harrison or Amelia Crimwell.

"Oh my, haha, You can't be tough on your own brother Ophelia, pfft" Ye Fan came forward, feeling amused at the unexpected situation. Instead of showing sympathy after gaining cultivation strength, Ophelia just kicked her own brother.

'?!'

'S-sister?' The moment Ye Fan exposed that the woman Damien believed to be his step-sister was, in fact, his blood relative, Damien's eyes widened, triggering a flood of thoughts that urged his failing body onwards as he questioned,"W-why?"

"Tch, who told you to reveal this, Ye fan?" Ophelia rubbed her forehead in annoyance before kneeling down to Damien's level, adding, "Indeed, I am your mother's first child."

"WHY?!" Damien lifted his head, not understanding why his supposed sister would destroy their own family and even go as far as to kill his grandfather, who had chosen her as the next heir.

"Dumbfuck, do you think Mom died just because of some illness or accident?" Ophelia watched her brother as he lay dying, lifting her body and using her feet to push against his head. She then applied pressure with her legs, running them over his head while yelling. "It was you, Damien, who killed her!"

"Urrgrhh...n-no" The man, being forced down, could not comprehend how he could possibly harm his mother. All his recollections consisted of precious moments spent together and being exceptionally cared for.

"Sigh, Let me tell you something before killing you here", Her hands reached out to grab his hair, pulling his head up while he let out a pained groan from the twist. Ignoring his discomfort, she firmly held his chin in her hand, narrowing the distance between them before whispering, "You are the reason for her death. You see, I wouldn't have pushed her that day if you didn't exist."

"Agghhh!" Damien's eyes filled with tears, as if blood were streaming out, overwhelmed by the excruciating pain he had endured his entire life, now enhanced by this information. The woman standing before him, with a grin on her face, made it clear: his mother's death in a pond was not an accident, but a cold-blooded murder.

A murder at the hands of her own daughter, who was no more than 8 years old at that time. S~eaʀᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.