Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  It was obvious that Dao Wuji’s defensive boundary would weaken from this round of attacks. His face turned grave!

  “Break!!” With this childlike shout, a dense rain of rocks beat down on Dao Wuji’s body.

  Caught off guard, Dao Wuji took on the full brunt of the rock rain. He instantly spewed blood from his mouth, and his defensive boundary was ripped apart by this Little Despot’s attack.

  He got swept aside by this force like a kite whose string got snapped, and he tumbled heavily to the ground.

  “F*ck… you…” Dao Wuji, the poor devil, spewed another mouthful of blood, and his breathing waned.

  It had to be known that this old lad was a particularly unlucky fellow, having somehow been locked up in this Punishment Tower for ten years.

  The Peony Immortal had detained him ever since he had reached the 13th level. That’s why he never knew that the Little Despot on the 14th level was such a terrifying figure when it was just a difference of a single level.

  “Cough, cough. Cough!” Dao Wuji was a man of iron. Even though he was forced to sprawl on the ground, his spirits were still up…


  Dao Wuji stuck up his thumb and gestured to some corner. “The gatekeeper of the 14th level is formidable as expected! I-I submit!”


  “If you submit then scram out of here right now!” The childlike voice was tinged with an extremely discordant callousness.

  “And you two traitors, leave your lives behind here today!” The rock rain accumulated force in mid-air before turning around to inundate the Luo Brothers.

  “You’re seeking death,” Mo Lian scoffed. He raised his hand, and an ink lotus flower drifted from his fingertips. It made contact with the rock rain and triggered an intense tremor.

  Mo Lian drew his Raven Moon sword with his left hand and tore apart the rock rain overhead while moving unhindered with several flourishes of his blade.

  Feng Chen’s gaze involuntarily deepened when he looked up.

  He saw that Crown Prince Mo had fluidly carved the character “die” inside that rock rain with his sword.

  The sword energy rampaged and augmented before abruptly exploding again. The force of the resultant shock once again knocked away the “bystander” Dao Wuji who had been sprawling on the ground to watch the excitement. After rolling all the way to a corner, he really was unable to get up this time.

  Dao Wuji really wanted to shed tears of sympathy for himself.

  Every time the bigshots fought, it was always small fry like him who ended up as cannon fodder…


  After the rock rain dispersed, the childlike voice was silent for a bit before coldly commenting, “Lad, you are quite remarkable.”


  “But to clear this level, just this bit of competence is far from enough!” Along with that cold childlike voice came a small figure who darted out from a wall.

  His apathetic silver eyes gazed aloofly at the people on his floor, as if he were looking at several corpses.

  “I am your Little Despot!”


  Feng Chen: …


  This child had red lips and pearly teeth and looked like a darling at first glance. However, his complexion was unnaturally pale, probably because he was confined inside the tower for years on end.

  “Little fellow, how long have you been guarding the 14th level by yourself? How about this, let’s leave together?”