Chapter 281: Nine Tests of Destruction, Second Test, Poor Score!
"It's too late to talk about this now. What we need to consider now is how to prevent Han Yu from seeking revenge."
The blue-white shark stood up suddenly and paced back and forth on the ground paved with gold bricks. Every step was extremely heavy, like stepping on his heart.
He frowned and scanned the empty palace with sharp eyes, trying to find some inspiration to solve the problem. However, he could find nothing but growing despair.
The man in black observed the restless expression of the blue and white shark, and felt uneasy in his heart.
He tentatively took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said in a cautious tone: "Your Majesty, isn't Her Majesty the Princess Han Yu's wife?"
The blue and white shark paused, and his eyes fell on the man in black, as if he was weighing something. When the man in black saw this, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, and he boldly continued:
"Maybe you could try this route."
He paused, observing the reaction of the blue and white shark, and seeing that he had no objection, he continued:
"Then you can put the responsibility on your subordinates. Everything is a spontaneous act of your subordinates and has nothing to do with His Majesty."
The man in black lowered his head deeply and spoke firmly, taking all the blame on himself.
The Blue and White Shark's expression changed slightly, his frown relaxed slightly, and there was a hint of emotion between his brows.
He turned his back and pondered for a moment, seeming to be making a difficult decision. After a long while, he slowly spoke, with a subtle tremor in his voice:
"But I can't find where the princess is now..."
His voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared into the empty hall.
"Of course you can't find it..."
At this moment, a cold voice echoed in the empty hall like a ghost.
The blue and white shark's heart trembled suddenly, and a chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.
This is the palace, which is heavily guarded. There is only one person who can avoid all the guards and appear here quietly - Han Yu!
"Han Yu!" Blue and White Shark struggled to squeeze out these two words through his teeth, his voice full of fear and disbelief.
Han Yu, dressed in black, appeared out of thin air in front of the blue and white shark and the man in black like a ghost. His face was stern, his eyes were as sharp as blades, and he exuded a cold and piercing killing intent.
The blue-white shark and the man in black were frightened out of their wits by this sudden change, and looked at the uninvited guest in front of them in horror.
The man in black was the first to react. He suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed it at Han Yu, and shouted sternly:
"Han Yu, you are brave. This is the palace. You sneaked into the palace without notification. What do you want? Are you planning to rebel?"
Facing the accusation from the man in black, Han Yu just smiled coldly, glanced at him disdainfully, then turned his gaze to the blue and white shark, and said in a cold and biting tone:
"Of course I know this is the palace. As for the communication?"
He paused, with a mocking arc on his lips, and said word by word:
"Your Majesty, do you think I need it?"
As he spoke, Han Yu slowly raised his right hand, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall, making it suffocating.
Nine soul rings of different colors slowly rose from his feet, emitting dazzling light. The terrifying aura swept across like a tsunami, oppressing the blue and white shark and the man in black to the point where they could hardly breathe.
The blue-white shark's face was pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He swallowed hard, tried to force out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said in a trembling voice:
"If, if it's an ordinary person, it's natural, but if you love me, you don't need it..."
Han Yu snorted coldly and restrained part of his breath, but his tone was still cold and biting:
"In this case, should your Majesty give me an explanation?"
He stared at the blue and white shark with burning eyes and said word by word:
"The thing about shooting my grandpa."
The blue-white shark and the man in black looked at each other and exchanged a look.
The man in black took a big step forward, his black boots thumping heavily on the gold brick ground, making a dull sound. He met Han Yu's gaze without fear, and his deep-set eye sockets shone with determination, as if containing a decisive courage. He opened his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice: "I killed the people and did the things. Everything has nothing to do with Your Majesty. If you want revenge, just come to me." After that, Hei The man in clothes straightened his waist, raised his head high, revealing his well-defined chin. He closed his eyes, as if he was ready to face death, waiting for the cold rain's sword edge to pierce his throat.
"You?" A sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of Han Yu's mouth. This sneer was like a sharp blade, instantly tearing apart the illusion that the man in black looked at death as if he were at home. He laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of ridicule and disdain: "Haha. Do you two really regard me and the world as a fool?" If Han Yu really believed that all this was done by the man in black, then He might as well have crashed to death in the Jinluan Palace, and he would have been able to survive easily. He took a deep breath, and his cold voice echoed in the hall: "Forget it, I won't play with you anymore, and don't do anything beyond your rights in the next life."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white light flashed in Han Yu's hand, and a green long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The sword exudes a cold air, as if coming from the Nine Nether Abyss, which makes people shudder. This is Han Yu's sword - Qinghan Sword. He raised his wrist slightly and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the pale blue and white shark standing beside him.
The Blue and White Shark felt the biting chill emanating from the Qinghan Sword, and his face suddenly turned pale. His lips trembled and he said: "Hanyu, you... what are you going to do?" He puffed up his chest, took on the airs of the emperor, and said fiercely. He said: "I am Wan'er's father and the emperor of the Southern Kingdom. Do you want to kill the king?"
Han Yu looked at the blue and white shark pretending to be calm, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Your Majesty, what are you thinking about?" He paused, and his tone became cold and biting: "How could I kill the king? ?" Han Yu bit the word "regicide" very hard, and each word was like a heavy hammer hitting the blue and white shark's heart. "It's just that, for the sake of revenge, I hope that you will not appear in anyone's memory in the following days."
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When Han Yu walked out of the palace, everything was very calm, as if nothing had happened.
A few days later, the Southern Kingdom captured the Northern Kingdom and unified the continent.
One month later, the emperor of the Southern Kingdom, Lan Baisha, passed away. Lan Wan'er ascended the throne with the help of Han Yu, the first person in the Southern Kingdom, and became the queen of the generation.
And Han Yu also became the regent, acting on behalf of the emperor, and for a while he had overwhelming power over the world.
No matter in terms of strength or status, no one can match it.
Time passed like this bit by bit, and very quickly, hundreds of years passed by in a hurry.
Han Yu's wife, Lan Wan'er, was not high in cultivation and died of illness a year ago.
In the royal cemetery.
The Royal Cemetery is located on the hill behind the Royal Palace, in a green pine forest. Han Yu stood quietly at a royal tombstone, his eyes filled with sadness.
The sun shines through the dense canopy of trees and casts little spots of light, illuminating the large gilt characters on the tombstone:
The Empress of the Southern Kingdom, the tomb of Lan Wan'er!
Around the tombstone, there are luxuriant green grass and a few unknown wild flowers swaying in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance.
A hundred years have passed, and Han Yu has changed from a young man to a white-haired old man. Although his cultivation is advanced, he is still at the limit of Douluo.
Therefore, they are still mortals, and they also have birth, aging, illness and death, but their life span is much longer than that of ordinary people. Han Yu murmured:
"Wan'er, old friends are disappearing one after another. Now, I am the only one left."
Several crows were heard in the distance, which seemed particularly clear in the silent cemetery.
Han Yu glanced at the familiar tombstones around him. The names engraved on them were all the royal children he was familiar with, but now they are all buried here.
"Your Majesty is now in charge of the world, I feel relieved."
Han Yu's voice was low and hoarse, as if it carried the vicissitudes of time.
"But it doesn't make any sense to me."
He raised his head and looked at the sky. There were a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, as soft as cotton candy.
The sun shone on his face, but it couldn't dispel the haze in his heart.
"I cannot make any progress in my cultivation. I will eventually die, and everything in the past will become a thing of the past."
A breeze blew by, bringing a bit of coolness, and also blew Han Yu's white hair, like silver threads, fluttering in the wind.
"I miss Han Yu. I cultivated to the Soul Douluo realm in my teens and broke through the limit in my twenties. But now, more than a hundred years later, I am still a Ultimate Douluo."
"I used to be a little complacent and complacent, thinking that people in the world were just like this."
"But, I was wrong. It turns out that on this road, the limit is the end."
"What do I have to be proud of? I just spent more than ten years cultivating to achieve a state that others would need decades to achieve."
"None of it makes any sense."
Han Yu closed his eyes slightly. He already felt that his end was coming soon. Although the Ultimate Douluo in this world was very strong.
But there is no god, so the lifespan of an Extreme Douluo is only one to two hundred years.
If Han Yu wants to survive, it is not impossible. But now my old friends are leaving one after another, my cultivation has not improved, I have enjoyed what I should have enjoyed, and now I have long been determined to die.
With this mentality, Han Yu's end will soon come.
"Perhaps, I will come to accompany you soon."
"Wait for me." Han Yu knelt down in front of the tombstone and murmured.
Time passed quietly, Han Yu's eyes slowly closed and never opened again.
"The God of Destruction test, the second test is over, the evaluation is poor, the reward is level one soul power, the soul ring has a life span of five hundred years."
A cold voice seemed to come from nine days away, with endless majesty, echoing in Han Yu's mind.
The voice was bone-chilling, as if it would freeze his soul.
Han Yu was originally immersed in the illusion, but now he was awakened by this sudden sound.
He felt dizzy, and the scene in front of him shattered into pieces like a broken mirror, and finally disappeared.
"Who am I?" Han Yu opened his eyes in confusion, his vision was blurry, and his ears were buzzing, as if there were countless bees flying in his ears.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the depths of his mind, as if a sharp blade was violently stirring his brain.
Han Yu groaned, holding his head with both hands, curling up into a ball, rolling on the ground in pain.
A large number of memory fragments poured into his mind like a tide, and each fragment was extremely real, as if he had experienced it personally.
These memory fragments gradually pieced together a complete picture, which was the life he had just spent in the illusion.
"So that's it? I actually spent my whole life in a fantasy world?"
Han Yu took a deep breath and tried to calm down the turbulent memories in his mind, with a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
He slowly stood up, feeling the power flowing through his body, with a wry smile on his lips.
"I have also practiced to the limit of Douluo. This talent is indeed much better than what I am now."
In the illusion, he was extremely talented and advanced all the way, finally standing at the pinnacle of the soul master world and becoming an ultimate Douluo respected by thousands of people.
But in reality, he is just a young man who has just broken through to Soul Saint, and is still far from the realm of Ultimate Douluo.
"Bad reviews? God of Destruction? What's the reason for this?"
Han Yu's eyes fell on the assessment and evaluation that came to mind, and his brows furrowed tightly.
He obviously performed well in the fantasy world, so why is his evaluation so low?
At this moment, a majestic figure slowly appeared in front of him.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe with a stern face. His eyes were like two black stars, deep and mysterious, as if he could see through everything in the world.
An invisible coercion emanated from him.
"This level is a test of arrogance, but in the illusion, you didn't see any behavior related to the test at all, so your evaluation is extremely low."
The voice of the God of Destruction is cold and ruthless, like thousands of years of ice, making people shudder.
"Arrogant?" Han Yu was slightly startled, recalling the scenes in his dreamland in his mind.
Do I have to be arrogant in the illusion?
However, Han Yu discovered from his memory that he was only a little proud at most. After all, his talent was excellent and he naturally had an arrogance that ordinary people could not match.
But this has nothing to do with arrogance, so you donβt fit the theme?
Points deducted?
"Yes, it's exactly what you think."
The God of Destruction seemed to have seen through Han Yu's thoughts, and there was no emotion in his voice.
"The so-called Seven Deadly Sins are assessments set by this God King. At each level, you must embody the essence of this assessment and then abandon it to get a high score."
The voice of the God of Destruction echoed in Han Yu's ears like a bell.
"For example, if you are arrogant, you can disrespect God or anyone, but you have to understand in the end that the prerequisite for disrespecting anyone is that you have the qualifications."
The voice of the God of Destruction was filled with unquestionable majesty. (End of chapter)
