The Steward Demonic Emperor

e two sages roared at the betrayal.

 

Shadow King perked up, “Ha-ha-ha, you’ve betrayed me once before as well.
This seems only fair.”

 

And floored it away, leaving those suckers holding the barrier.

 

Dropping the barrier now would have Gu Santong go to town on them.
Just looking at him would tell you all about his rage.

 

Yet by the sounds of those snapping chains, Gu Santong’s freedom was but a matter of time.
Not to mention the Luo clan was bound to come over any minute now and then they’d truly be doomed.

 

They were dead no matter how they swung it.

 

The sadness and hatred from having such a fate left them unable to choose.

 

A new voice sounded which seemed to help, “Hey, you two, weren’t you on Prime Minister Zhuge’s side? So you’re the emperor’s men.
His Majesty sure is insidious.
No wonder Zhuge Changfeng had such a cruel fate…”

 

The two sages swung around and paled, “Z-Z-Zhuo Fan! S-shouldn’t you be dead at the hands of those Ethereal Stage experts?”

 

“It’s them who are finished.” Zhuo Fan put on a sadistic smile.

 

Revving up the fear the two sages were feeling many times over.

 

[If even those three ethereal experts are toast, what’ll happen to us?]

 

Gu Santong twisted his huge body, roaring, “Dad, just in time.
Kill those bastards.
These chains hurt!”

 

Giving an assuring wave, Zhuo Fan returned to the two oldies, “A couple of adults picking on my kid when there’s no supervision? Are you taking advantage of my compassionate and merciful heart?”

 

These questions drove one painful nail after another into the sages.

 

[Not one of you two is normal.
It’s you who is picking on us! And how the hell are you compassionate? Stop faking sainthood!]

 

With Zhuo Fan here, they knew their plan to finish off Gu Santong was a bust.
With a sigh, they entered the pits of despair.

 

They relaxed their hands.

 

Gu Santong laughed at his newfound freedom and stomped, “Time to die!”

 

The two just stood there, welcoming it with no intention of resisting, resigned to their fates. 

 

“Wait.”

 

Zhuo Fan postponed their deaths.

 

Gu Santong’s hoof froze, “What’s up?”

 

“Young Sanzi, you can’t write off chaining you with such a light sentence.
Feed them Bloodworms.
Let your dad handle it.” Zhuo Fan’s grin was about to split his face.

 

Gu Santong lit up, “Good point.”

 

Turning back to his childish self, father and son both grabbed a neck each and clutched.
The sages had to open their jaws and cry.

 

Zhuo Fan threw a Bloodworm in.

 

“What the hell did you give us?” Heaven Sage shouted.

 

Zhuo Fan was vague, “The good stuff.”

 

Zhuo Fan made a sign and the two folded from the gut wrenching pain.
Their eyes were red and were reduced to flopping on the ground in a cacophony of incomprehensible screams of agony.

 

Gu Santong clapped, finally getting to dish out some payback.

 

Zhuo Fan nodded at his cheerful kid.
He had someone take the sages into custody as they returned victorious.

 

Their news of this resounding and total victory spread all over Tianyu.
Zhuo Fan and Luo clan’s fame soared.
Luo clan was hailed as the savior of Tianyu.

 

Repelling an enemy invasion was the same as making one a nation’s founding father.

 

Not to mention Zhuo Fan had started this war on the pretense of helping his lord.
Demonstrating to everyone, his loyalty towards Tianyu.

 

Oblivious as the people were, the Quanrong invasion was ushered in on a red carpet by the emperor himself.
While Zhuo Fan’s high-class act in defending his country was just a jab at his lord, shooting for the crown and throne.

 

Moving on, Shadow King was speeding towards the Imperial Palace to report.

 

But a loud roar from a huge black dragon blocked his path.
He didn’t even get a peep out, and was swallowed in one gulp.

 

The black dragon flew back into Li Jingtian.

 

“The Ethereal Stage’s soul shape.
Amazing!” Qiu Yanhai praised, “Last time Shadow King had us on the defensive, but now Elder Li has finished him off in one shot.
Such is the gap between stages.” 

 

Li Jingtian grinned, “That brings Steward Zhuo’s tasks to an end.
All that’s left is to settle it with the emperor…”