Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Pawn, Appreciation

Suddenly, a scream shattered the deathly silence.

“Prince, save me, save me!”

“That bastard Xu Yang, he actually killed Ming’Er, and now he wants to kill me—he deserves to die a thousand deaths!”

The dying Fourth Lady struggled violently, shrieking hysterically.

“What? Xu Yang?”

“The Asura is Xu Yang?”

At that moment, tens of thousands were thunderstruck, all whipping their heads around.

In an instant, their minds went blank.

Asura removed his mask, and that face—no longer hidden—was exposed for all to see.

Who else could it be but Xu Yang?

The shock spread wildly like floodwaters.

“How can that useless trash possibly be Asura?”

“My fucking brain must’ve shriveled up.”

Screams of disbelief echoed to the heavens, the indescribable shock making some people leap up; even the intimidating aura of King Beixuan’s return was swept away.

This is really, truly a nightmare!

“Xu Yang, the Seventh Young Master of the Prince’s Manor!”

“The wild bastard and worthless trash everyone gossips about!”

“Living in the Prince’s Manor, not even as good as a dog, bullied by everyone—Xu Yang?”

Su Yun’s beautiful eyes grew round like saucers. In that instant, the dignified Life and Death Martial Arena’s stewardess completely lost her composure, her red lips parted in shock.

She’d imagined the mask hiding all sorts of faces, but never in a million years did she expect it to be Xu Yang!

He’s supposed to be trash?

“Could a piece of trash win nine consecutive hellish death battles?”

“Could a piece of trash use the Fetal Breathing Realm to defy and slay those in the Innate Realm?”

“Could a piece of trash at the initial Innate stage defeat someone at the late stage of Innate?”

If it’s true, everyone here would want to be that ’piece of trash’!

So, were all these years just an act?

Su Yun couldn’t imagine it—sixteen years of humiliation, what kind of tenacious, overwhelming will must he have to endure until today?

BOOM—

As Zheng Xuan in his python-embroidered robe raised his hand with a wave, the black flood instantly, precisely came to a halt.

Seeing the corpse on the square, and the utterly tragic Fourth Lady, a flash of uncontrollable shock and horror flickered across Zheng Xuan’s cold face.

The muscles in his face twitched—almost indiscernibly!

Even with his status as King Beixuan, he felt dazed for a moment.

“Well, well.”

“I’ve only been away negotiating with the Barbarian Race, and return to such a… delightful surprise.”

Eyes narrowed, Zheng Xuan’s Black-Scaled Demon Horse approached with crisp footfalls.

His voice betrayed no emotion.

One word from him silenced the tens of thousands!

No one in the crowd dared even to breathe, suffocated as though drowning, their gazes toward Xu Yang shifting gradually to pity.

Even if you’re not trash—

You killed the Sixth Young Master, and pummeled the Fourth Lady!

How could you ever be forgiven?

Su Yun’s pretty face shifted and shifted, then, gritting her teeth, she bowed to Zheng Xuan and respectfully said, “Prince, Xu Yang participated in our Martial Arena’s life and death battle; Sixth Young Master Zheng Ming forcibly seized his entry!”

“On the Life and Death Arena, strength and destiny are decided; Fourth Lady broke in uninvited. According to our Martial Arena rules, her punishment is death!”

She bent low, spoke all at once, her delicate frame trembling.

Facing King Beixuan, her awe and anxiety could not be suppressed.

To stand up and say this was an enormous risk!

Even if the Martial Arena held the truth, it still depended on who you were talking to. Would Zheng Xuan spare Xu Yang?

Su Yun didn’t dare be even half-assured.

Zheng Xuan glanced coldly at Su Yun—just once.

Thud!

Su Yun gave a muffled groan, spat blood, her dainty body trembling like a leaf, nearly collapsing.

“Did this king permit you to speak?”

The icy words made everyone shudder involuntarily, none daring to meet his gaze.

Zheng Xuan slowly turned toward Xu Yang, speaking blandly: “She’s your stepmother, aren’t you going to let her go?”

The long-silent Xu Yang heard this and sneered: “Stepmother? Hearing those words from your mouth is such a joke!”

The crowd clicked their tongues, gasping cold air.

“Where were you when she and her son schemed to dig out my spirit bone?”

“Where were you when they humiliated me a hundred ways?”

Xu Yang roared, burning with rage.

The entire arena fell silent.

“Want me to let her go? Fine.”

“I want to hear you admit my mother’s rightful status.” Red-eyed, Xu Yang stared daggers at Zheng Xuan, in that moment, tearing all fear to shreds.

He would fight Zheng Xuan to the bitter end!

“Status?”

Zheng Xuan chuckled mockingly, then said indifferently, “Her own choices doomed her to unworthiness!”

Xu Yang’s body trembled, his face darkening: “I knew it!”

This outcome had long been foreseen.

Treating him as ’trash to be used’, feeling nothing for his mother—how could Zheng Xuan ever admit it?

He just didn’t want to accept it!

Felt it was unfair to his mother!

“What if I step into Wuhou Hall and become Marquis Wu?” Xu Yang was unwilling to yield.

“Unworthy means unworthy. Even if you become Marquis Wu, this king will still forever hold your fate in his hands!” Zheng Xuan grinned slyly, using the blandest tone to deliver his tyrannical, heartless words.

Xu Yang bit his lip until it bled, then laughed up at the sky.

His eyes brimmed with blood and tears, his laughter bitter and self-deprecating.

“I should have seen through it long ago.”

That last shred of hope should’ve been smashed ages ago.

This is the Prince’s Manor!

This is Zheng Xuan!

Cold-blooded and ruthless!

In this vast Prince’s Manor, there was no kinship for him at all—only the chill, as if in hell.

Mother, the Zheng Clan’s hallowed doors aren’t worthy of you.

We don’t need them.

Xu Yang’s eyes blazed with a ferocious bloody fire, glaring bitterly at Zheng Xuan: “From today on, I sever all ties with the Zheng Clan—completely and utterly!”

The moment he finished speaking, his fingers, blade-like, stabbed deep into the flesh of Fourth Lady’s neck.

“Spare her? Is she even worthy?”

“He won’t agree—your life doesn’t matter to him at all!”

Thud!

Blood sprayed forth!

“No—mmpgh…”

Fourth Lady opened her mouth wide to scream, but blood filled her throat, silencing her.

Her body convulsed; in her eyes flashed shock, pain, terror, and venomous hatred all at once.

She’d never imagined, even in her wildest dreams, that Xu Yang would dare kill her in front of the Prince!

How did he dare?

Why didn’t the Prince agree?

If he’d agreed, I wouldn’t have died!

Why?

This instant, Fourth Lady truly tasted Zheng Xuan’s cold-blooded heartlessness.

I’m going to die…

Feeling her life ebbing away, she struggled desperately, staring at Zheng Xuan on his demon horse, arm stretched out, and as her vision blurred, he didn’t move a single inch.

Zheng Xuan clenched his hand, a faint flash of surprise in his eyes!

Fourth Lady’s death sparked only a brief trickle of surprise.

He simply hadn’t expected this worthless son to actually take action.

Even if he’d intervened, with her neck pierced, Fourth Lady was doomed to die.

Once that moment passed, his heart was as still as water—no ripple at all.

It seemed… things were starting to get interesting.

This son, whom he’d always considered trash, cast aside, used up as garbage—had given him one hell of a surprise.

Choosing him as the piece for that years-long scheme seemed almost perfect!

Thud!

Fourth Lady collapsed to the ground, clutching her neck, the life draining from her body; she died with her eyes open, hatred burning still—who was it for, Xu Yang or Zheng Xuan?

Mother and son reunited!

Countless people stared in stupefied shock.

Once word of this got out, all of Daqian would quake!

No one cared it happened in the Life and Death Arena.

Killed his brother, killed his stepmother!

And in King Beixuan’s Manor of all places—unprecedented!

Utter madness.

“He’s lost his mind, Xu Yang’s definitely snapped.”

“Even if he was in the right, ethics and morality can’t bear this burden—this will become King Beixuan’s Manor’s greatest joke and disgrace.”

“He’s a dead man for sure.”

…

Xu Yang laughed coldly: “In this vast King Beixuan’s Manor, it’s always about the rules.”

“Both of them stepped onto the Life and Death Arena—their deaths are nothing to pity!”

“The grand King Beixuan is cold and ruthless. Losing a son and a wife shouldn’t trouble him at all, right?”

A heavy dose of scorn surged through the Martial Arena, undisguised.

Everyone felt their scalps go numb.

Mocking King Beixuan?

This was even more shocking than killing the Fourth Lady.

Are you fucking not afraid of dying?

Zheng Xuan suddenly started laughing.

His eyes were actually filled with appreciation and praise.

Seeing this, Xu Yang’s brow slowly furrowed.

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