Chapter 1869 - 2061: Zhu Hong’s Transformation (2)

"No!"

Seeing this scene, Nanrong Wanqing couldn’t help but exclaim, rushing towards Zhong Wei, who had fallen to the ground. However, before she could get close, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed her shoulder, rendering her immobile.

"Zhu Hong!" Nanrong Wanqing struggled a few times, but seeing she couldn’t break free, she abruptly turned her head, staring straight into his eyes, her face as cold as frost, saying, "I told you, there’s no going back for us. You are you, I am me, we’re unrelated. And besides, I’ve been Ling Chen’s woman this lifetime, and I’ll never fall in love with anyone else. Please give up on this."

"Ling Chen?" Zhu Hong sneered dismissively, saying, "Wanqing, Ling Chen is already dead. Are you still pining for him?"

"Who told you he’s dead?"

Zhu Hong’s eyes brightened slightly, asking with a sly smile, "Are you saying... he’s not dead?"

"Of course, he’s not dead. I advise you to leave right now. If Ling Chen arrives later, you won’t end well."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Hong burst into laughter, clapping his hands and grinning, "Good, that’s great! I’ve always regretted not being able to kill him with my own hands. Since he’s still alive, I finally have the chance to end him myself." Pausing, he took a phone out of his pocket, handing it to Nanrong Wanqing, saying, "Call him, tell him I’m here waiting for him, and let him come quickly. If he doesn’t show up within half an hour, he’ll never see you again."

At the base.

After Ling Chen put down the phone, he immediately dashed outside without a word, while Ling Gengqiu quickly grabbed him, shouting, "Don’t be impatient, Wanqing will be fine. In your current state, you’ll only ruin things."

"Big brother, I currently have no other thoughts, I only hope for Wanqing’s safety."

"It’s rare for Zhu Hong to show up on his own; this is a good opportunity for us."

"Zhu Hong only gave me half an hour, we don’t have that much time to prepare. No matter what, I can’t let anything happen to Wanqing." After saying this, Ling Chen hurriedly rushed out of the base. Seeing this, Ling Gengqiu sighed helplessly and quickly followed in his steps.

Racing at full speed, Ling Chen arrived at the Nanrong Family in less than twenty minutes by car. As soon as he entered, he saw several bodies lying in the living room. Ling Chen’s pupils constricted, and his fists clenched involuntarily. How ruthless! Even Liu Kun met a tragic end at Zhu Hong’s hands.

Without time to think much, Ling Chen hurriedly brought Ling Gengqiu to Nanrong Wanqing’s villa. Walking into the spacious living room, he saw Zhu Hong holding a cup of tea, sitting leisurely on the sofa with his legs crossed, sipping tea and chatting with Nanrong Wanqing beside him. However, Nanrong Wanqing always wore a stoic face, as cold as ice, paying him no mind.

Upon seeing Ling Chen come in, Nanrong Wanqing’s expression brightened happily, and she quickly stood up from the sofa. But before she could take a step, Zhu Hong reached out beside her and pressed her back down onto the sofa.

"You know, I always thought you were dead." Zhu Hong looked at Ling Chen, saying with a half-smile, "At that time, I thought it was such a pity that our grievances could never be resolved. So when I found out you were still alive, you can’t imagine how happy I was. I finally have the chance to kill you myself."

Hearing this, Ling Chen said in a deep voice, "This is between us; there’s no need to involve Wanqing. Let her go, no matter what you want, I’ll go along with it."

"Shut up!" Zhu Hong suddenly shouted angrily, "Stop mentioning Wanqing in front of me again. Let me tell you, Wanqing is mine. Whether in the past, now, or in the future, she belongs to me alone. No one else has the right to touch her. Do you understand?"

"Wanqing isn’t a commodity; she has her own thoughts and choices." Ling Chen replied calmly, "A twisted melon isn’t sweet. Do I need to explain such a simple truth to you?"

"No." Zhu Hong shook his head, saying, "As long as you’re gone from our world, everything else won’t be a problem. Besides, I’m no longer who I used to be. I now have everything, and whatever she wants, I can give her, including a long life. After you’re dead, she and I will become immortal companions, living in this world forever."

"I think you’ve gone mad!"

"Hahaha!" Zhu Hong laughed wildly, "You’re right, I have gone mad—I’ve become crazier than before because I’ve gained the greatest power in this world. From now on, who in this world can stop me?"

"Why waste so many words? If you’re that powerful, I want to see it for myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Hong turned his head, looking at Ling Gengqiu, who had spoken, and his face slightly stiffened, as if thinking of something. He said, "I’ve seen you before. That day at Qiu Nanshan, I saw with my own eyes Chen Younian forcibly take the Soul Stone from you. How are you still alive?"

Ling Gengqiu snorted lightly, "You’re not the only one in this world who knows the secret of the Soul Stone." After saying that, he didn’t say much else, darting forward quickly, his iron fist aiming straight at Zhu Hong’s face.

Seeing Ling Gengqiu make a move, Ling Chen said nothing, his toe tapped lightly, and he immediately rushed towards Nanrong Wanqing. Taking advantage of Ling Gengqiu tangling with Zhu Hong was the best time to rescue her. However, apart from Zhu Hong, he overlooked another person, Chen Quan. As Ling Chen approached, Chen Quan’s body flickered slightly, instantly appearing in front of Nanrong Wanqing.

"Get out of the way!"

With a shout, Ling Chen leaped from the ground, fist aimed straight at the opponent’s head.

Facing his attack, Chen Quan stood quietly in place, not moving, with no intention of evading. As Ling Chen’s fist came down, Chen Quan put out his palms, easily blocking Ling Chen’s arm, and then delivered a flying kick. Seeing this, Ling Chen twisted his waist, quickly breaking free from the opponent’s constraint, withdrawing back.

Unperturbed by a failed strike, Ling Chen pressed forward again. At the same time, he shouted loudly, "Wanqing, run!"

Hearing his shout, Nanrong Wanqing finally regained her senses, hastily running towards the outside of the villa. Seeing Nanrong Wanqing prepare to escape, Zhu Hong grew anxious, sliding his foot to avoid Ling Gengqiu’s offensive, and turned to chase after Nanrong Wanqing.

"Where do you think you’re going!" Ling Gengqiu leapt, flying over Zhu Hong’s head, placing himself between Zhu Hong and Nanrong Wanqing, blocking his path once more.

"Get out of my way." Zhu Hong furrowed his brow, coldly shouting.

"Words are useless; if you have the skill, step over me."

"Fine!" Zhu Hong nodded, his face cold, eyes filled with intense murderous intent. Seeing the fleeting blood-red color in his eyes, Ling Gengqiu’s face became heavier with seriousness. As one who had experienced it before, he knew exactly what this meant.