CHAPTER 657: CHAPTER 525: IDENTITY EXPOSED, A WAVE OF FEAR

"Breaking the engagement," these four words exploded in Song Jingyun’s ears like thunder.

"No! Dao Ge, how can you say such things? I have waited for you for five years, I am already twenty years old, now that you have broken off our engagement, what am I supposed to do?"

Song Jingyun couldn’t believe that Dao Ge would say such cruel words.

Wasn’t he still the man who had cherished and protected her since childhood?

"Jingyun, I know I have wronged you this time, and I will definitely find a way to compensate you. But love cannot be forced; being together reluctantly would only delay each other."

Twenty years old already, time had indeed flown by.

Song Jingyun and Lan Cai were the same age, she too was already twenty.

He had wasted five years only to realize his true feelings, this time, Dao Ge was unwilling to let go.

"Reluctantly? Dao Ge, do you think it’s still not too late for you to turn back now? Lan Cai has long been with Emperor’s Slaughter. The first person to stand up for her from the Gluttonous Wolf Mercenary Group was Emperor’s Slaughter. But even if that man stood up, it’s useless, what kind of person is Jiao Chong? He has long bought the people in Shangyue Building. By now, Lan Cai might have already faced the most severe punishment from the Mercenary Alliance." Song Jingyun was driven to utter despair, teetering on the brink of insanity as she laughed cruelly.

"What! Gluttonous Wolf is such a scoundrel to falsely accuse! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" Dao Ge was greatly shocked.

He wanted to go to the Mercenary Alliance to defend Lan Cai.

But he had not walked far when he suddenly felt dizzy and weak in his limbs, unable to move his feet.

"You..." Dao Ge steadied himself against the table, but the Song Jingyun in front of him became increasingly blurry.

He then realized that a fragrant scent was pervading the room.

Song Jingyun normally wore perfume, and when she entered the room, he did not pay much attention.

It wasn’t until he realized something was wrong that he found he had been poisoned.

"You’re not going anywhere." Song Jingyun approached, gazing deeply at Dao Ge; she touched his face tenderly with her fingers, his features as majestic as a sculpture made her utterly infatuated.

"Jingyun, what exactly are you doing? Give me the antidote." Dao Ge’s consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.

He must hurry to the Mercenary Alliance, even though Emperor’s Slaughter was protecting her, he was the only one who knew the truth.

If he didn’t go, the Mercenary Alliance’s punishment would certainly be merciless.

He couldn’t let Lan Cai face all that alone.

"You forced my hand, Dao Ge. I knew it—you’ve always liked her, even before. So over these years, you’ve been finding all sorts of excuses to not complete our marriage. Whenever I tried to get close, you avoided me every time. What do I lack compared to Lan Cai?" She had deliberately sought out Dao Ge to hold him back.

"Jingyun, you’ve changed, you were not like this before." Dao Ge secretly gathered his energy.

But he found his Divine Sense was still blurry.

"The person who changed is you, you changed me into this state. But once I become your woman, you will start to love me again." Song Jingyun said, stripping off her clothes, her bare body embracing Dao Ge as her hand slowly reached down towards him.

Song Jingyun’s hand was suddenly grabbed, and Dao Ge, using the last of his consciousness, smashed a wine jar.

The wine jar shattered, and the sharp porcelain pieces pierced through Dao Ge’s palm.

The pain, brought a few moments of clarity to his consciousness.

"Dao Ge, you!" Song Jingyun’s face instantly turned pale as she saw Dao Ge’s blood-soaked palm, tears pouring from her eyes.

He would rather harm himself than touch her?

"Song Jingyun, the thing I hate most in my life is being manipulated. I’m giving you only one chance, next time, don’t blame me for being ruthless." Dao Ge, enduring the pain, pushed away the naked woman and strode out.

As he passed by, bloodstains marked the ground, striking fear into those who saw them.

Song Jingyun sat on the ground, hugging her clothes, unable to hold back her tears.

In the Mercenary Alliance, the atmosphere was tense.

"Alliance Leader, you’ve heard everything. Now that we have both witness and evidence, and this woman can’t explain the origin of her Spiritual Artifact, what are you hesitating for? According to the rules of the Mercenary Alliance, ’a life for a life,’ this woman should be executed immediately," Jiao Chong of the Gluttonous Wolf smugly yelled on the side.

"Kill her! Kill her!" The other Gluttonous Wolf Mercenary Group members also jeered.

Dao Ge arrived at the entrance just in time to witness this scene.

Seeing Lan Cai’er surrounded by the group, her pretty face turned pale with anger, a surge of fury arose in Dao Ge’s heart, just as he was about to rush forward.

"Her whip was a gift from me. Any problems with that?"

Yan Jiu spoke indifferently.

"You gave it? ’Evil,’ that’s an Earth Rank Spiritual Artifact. Although you’re a veteran mercenary, you’re just a deputy team leader of a Mercenary Team, without power or influence. Where did you get that Spiritual Artifact? Moreover, this woman is just a new team member of the Mercenary Team; why are you so generous to give her an Earth Rank Spiritual Artifact?" Jiao Chong cluelessly spat.

"Right, I was indeed negligent; how could an Earth Rank Spiritual Artifact be our token of love? I’ll gift another one later. You ask why? Because she is my woman, she is Yan Jiu’s woman." There was still the most elegant smile on Yan Jiu’s face, but his eyes held no hint of humor.

Having said that, he walked over to Lan Cai’er and arrogantly pulled her into his arms.

"Underworld Yama Palace... Yan..." Jiao Chong, who was previously smug, suddenly stuttered as though his tongue had been bitten.

Dao Ge, standing at the back of the crowd, his pupils sharply contracted.

Is Yan Jiu, ’Evil’?

The one who, along with the Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong, established the Underworld Yama Palace, the youngest and most promising City Lord on the mainland.

Dao Ge’s heart sank.

Although he had been suspicious of Yan Jiu’s identity, he had never thought that it would actually be Yan Jiu.

If he is Yan Jiu, then the hope of winning back Lan Cai’er... Dao Ge’s heart ached as though it was tearing apart.

He looked at Lan Cai’er held in Yan Jiu’s arms, though only ten feet away, she suddenly seemed to be drifting further from him.

Alliance Leader Song was also shocked.

Evil from Emperor’s Slaughter is Yan Jiu?

The City Lord of the eighteen Yan Cities, the third in command of the Underworld Yama Palace, the legendary devious and extraordinarily intelligent Yan Jiu?

That wasn’t even the most pressing issue, Alliance Leader Song immediately thought of another more critical problem.

If ’Evil’ from "Emperor’s Slaughter" is Yan Jiu, then who is ’Emperor’?

The only one who could make the third-in-command of Underworld Yama Palace bow down was...

Emperor... Emperor... The answer was clear, Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong.

Alliance Leader Song’s lips twitched.

He glanced quickly at the Emperor. Despite the latter not uttering a single word, his crossed arms and the cold, detached expression he wore spoke volumes; the air about him told everything.

His scarred face showed no unnecessary expression.