Long Qian gripped a small fruit-slicing knife tightly in his hand beneath him. It was his only weapon at the moment. He kept imagining in his mind what the opponent would do next, what situation would be the best time to counterattack, where to strike to kill the opponent, what the chances of winning were, and so on...... Long Qian's heart was pounding violently, his ears pressed to the ground pounding like drums. He struggled to suppress his heartbeat, but found it was useless. Especially since he was so nervous his body seemed to be losing control! In this situation, it seemed impossible to complete the actions his brain had imagined in his normal state, but that didn't mean hope. At least, he could enter control mode, although Long Qian wasn't very confident he could complete the entire set of moves in control. "Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for having a useless father and having a mother whose true nature is hard to discern." Long Tao grinned viciously, walked up to Long Qian, and stomped her back. There were several crisp smacks, clearly the sound of bones breaking. Long Qian, pressed against the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood. His originally dark eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he had died. Long Tao naturally wouldn't think Long Qian was dead. Even if he really did, he had to cut off Long Qian's head to provoke Long Yan and An'an and his wife, only then could he vent the resentment of his years of futile wandering. "I'm sure when your parents see your head, they'll probably faint right away." Long Tao sneered coldly, placed one foot on Long Qian's back, slowly crouched down, grabbed the hair at the back of Long Qian's head with his left hand, and pulled the forbidden tome floating in his right hand to another page, revealing a page resembling an eagle with silver wings. This was actually Long Tao's second attribute, Bird Profound Qi! Silver Light Slash! Absorbed from the fourth-tier bird Silver-Winged Eagle, this ability had already been enhanced three times, easily cutting through metal! As the original page of the forbidden tome was opened, a third silver halo appeared beneath Long Tao. Around his right arm, a faint silver wing appeared—this was his strongest offensive ability!Long Tao raised his right arm at a leisurely pace and slashed at the back of Long Qian's neck. Killing a child gave him no sense of accomplishment, especially since he had to use his strongest abilities to cut off a child's head. He tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't want the splattered blood to splash onto his face. However, just as Long Tao twisted his neck, a gray shadow flashed across the corner of his eye. He didn't have time to look closely; he only felt a chill in his throat and all the strength in his body instantly drained away. Scalding blood gushed from Long Tao's throat like a spring. He stared in shock at the child beneath him, who had been stepped on and struck hard, whose eyes had lost vitality and heartbeat, had come back to life. While lying face down, he could actually make his arms twist to perform such inhuman movements! And the speed was so fast! Long Tao, who thought he was cautious enough to be as cautious as possible, could only let all his strength drain away as a shocked thought flash through his mind, widen his eyes, and face the arrival of darkness. It was as if a faucet had been turned on, blood sprayed from Long Tao's throat, splattering all over Long Qian, sliding down his neck into his back, chest, abdomen, and cheeks...... It was warm and sticky, filled with a strong, pungent stench.
The already lifeless Long Tao (a minor character requested by someone from the Seven Altars, attributes: bird, insect, status: Dead) lay on Long Qian's back. The large cut in his throat pressed against Long Qian's shoulder, aimed at Long Qian's head tilted to the right, allowing him to easily and up close watch the crimson blood continuously gushing from the crack. As Long Tao's body twitched more and more, the streams of blood gradually diminished, leaving only drops falling...... It seemed as if everything suddenly stopped. Long Qian felt his body begin to tremble involuntarily from absolute stillness, as if standing naked in the cold wind, his stomach churning. He knew this was the psychological rejection he had developed after his first killing. He had thought this would never happen, because before he even acted, he was mentally prepared to face it—either killing or being killed!Long Qian was somewhat disappointed in himself, so he forced his eyes open and looked at the cut on Long Tao's neck, which he had made with his own hands. After looking for a while, he felt it was somewhat perverse, but he had no choice. In this world, if he wanted to survive, he seemed to have to be perverse in this regard. Long Qian did not know the name of the corpse lying on top of him, but judging from the person's earlier mutterings, he had reason to believe that this person was sent by the old Long family of Qingtian City. Besides the old Long family sending someone to kill a little six-year-old child like him, he couldn't think of any other possibility. Once it concerns the inheritance of family wealth and power, the dark and disgusting side is unavoidable everywhere. Long Qian had experienced such things in his previous life and had foolishly died in ignorance. This time, he would not allow himself to repeat the foolishness and naivety of his past life. Long Qian very much wanted to turn over and push away the corpse on his back, but it was too heavy, pressing him so that he could hardly breathe. Apart from his two legs being somewhat better off, the rest of his body was so badly injured that it was on the verge of death, and he could hardly summon any strength. Most of the bones in his upper body were damaged, and his internal organs were extremely injured. If he hadn't been continuously healing himself with xuan energy, he would probably already be dead. Long Tao's last kick to Long Qian's back had almost taken his life; all his ribs were broken, and his spine was cracked. Now he could only try to use xuan energy to maintain stability in these areas, minimizing further damage to his internal organs caused by any movement. In the short term, he was completely unable to move or exert strength. Long Qian's only concern now was that another killer might suddenly appear, or other assassins might target his parents. But he also knew that such worry was completely pointless. What is meant to come will come regardless. Even in his current condition, even if he were uninjured, he would be incapable of stopping it. As for his hatred toward the old Long family, Long Qian found that he felt surprisingly calm. There was no need to make further vows or resolve anything else. Matters had already reached this point: just like today, in the future either the members of the old Long family would die, or he and his parents would die. It was that simple.With his head tilted and pressed to the ground, Long Qian's eyes wandered lazily around. Before long, he realized that he seemed to have made a very stupid mistake, underestimating the speed at which the lean young man behind him could act. He had actually acted too late himself; if no one in the forest had helped him, his head would have already been separated from his body! (Who exactly was that person? Please see the next chapter—The Mysterious Woman!)
Chapter Seventeen, The End
