The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1663 - 805 Strongest Long Yi! (One more - )

Long Yi placed Gu Jiao properly, like setting down his small doll, and even used his internal strength to smooth the tuft of hair that stuck up on the little doll’s head.

"Long Yi, why are you here?" Gu Jiao asked him.

Obviously, Long Yi wouldn’t answer.

Forget it, this question could be pondered later. The immediate priority was dealing with the troublesome Dark Soul.

Gu Jiao pointed at Dark Soul not far away and said earnestly, "Long Yi, beat him up!"

I can’t beat you, but I can let Long Yi beat you!

Dark Soul clearly didn’t expect Gu Jiao to change his tone so suddenly. However, when he thought about it, this brat had always been shameless, otherwise he wouldn’t have tricked him countless times. But—who is this big guy who suddenly appeared?

Long Yi, in a black robe and wearing a ghost mask, had only been seen by Gu Jiao, Princess Xinyang, and Xiao Hen since he grew up.

But the aura emanating from him made Dark Soul feel a faint sense of familiarity.

Why?

Could it be because the other person was also a death warrior?

Long Yi didn’t move.

He tilted his head and looked at Gu Jiao in confusion, then reached out and pinched Gu Jiao’s cheek.

Gu Jiao’s mouth was opened wide by his pinch, and she said unclearly, "Whatchoo (what are you) doin’?"

Long Yi looked cluelessly into her throat.

Gu Jiao understood. After coming to Yan Country, she had been using a boy’s voice most of the time to avoid being exposed.

Long Yi had never heard this voice before.

He thought her throat had a problem.

Long Yi looked left and right, making Gu Jiao’s cheeks numb. Her small mouth wanted to close but couldn’t: "I’m fine, you go (beat) the guy."

Can you show your opponent basic respect?

That was no shrimp; he was Dark Soul, the top death warrior of the six countries.

The killing intent on him was so strong, yet you seemed not to take him seriously at all?

Dark Soul looked at Long Yi and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Gu Jiao removed Long Yi’s hand, and Long Yi turned around, his gaze coldly fixed on Dark Soul.

Gu Jiao peeked out from behind Long Yi with a small head and said arrogantly, "I’m your grandpa!"

Dark Soul: "..."

Dark Soul didn’t argue with the kid, his gaze fell on Long Yi’s face again: "Your aura feels familiar to me, it’s as if I’ve seen you somewhere. But since you don’t want to say, I’ll find out myself!"

After saying this, he suddenly channeled his internal strength and lunged at Long Yi with a raised palm.

Zhan Country’s Dragon Shadow Guards were equipped with long swords, and Long Yi was no exception.

He shook his hand, sending the long sword from his waist into the air. Then he leaped up, drew and waved it in reverse, embedding the sword and sheath into the bluestone ground where he had been standing like a steadfast shield, firmly protecting Gu Jiao.

Beyond this boundary, anyone who crosses dies!

Dark Soul looked at the sword and sheath deeply embedded in the bluestone ground. It wasn’t surprising for a sword to penetrate the ground, as it was an offensive weapon. But the sheath was blunt, and it was also deeply embedded in the stone.

This showed just how powerful the other person’s strength was.

He squinted his eyes slightly: "Then let’s see how strong you really are!"

Black Wind King ran over from behind Gu Jiao, stopping beside her and sniffing her scent.

"I’m not hurt." Gu Jiao patted its head. She had only slightly twisted her right foot, nothing serious.

A person and a horse stood in the alley, silently watching the battle between the two.

True experts never needed overly complex and flamboyant moves, especially death warriors who often had missions to kill. Every move was simple, brutal, and aimed straight at vital points.

Long Yi used his fists, Dark Soul used his palms. Long Yi punched towards Dark Soul’s chest with a force that could break his chest cavity on the spot and kill him by rupturing his heart.

Of course, Dark Soul wouldn’t let his opponent succeed easily. He blocked Long Yi’s fist with his palm.

But Long Yi’s strength was beyond his imagination. He thought he could knock Long Yi away with one palm, but instead, he was forced to slide back tens of steps by Long Yi’s unstoppable force, almost making his shoes smoke from the friction with the stone path.

Dark Soul was pushed to the alley’s entrance. He kicked the wall behind him, leaped over Long Yi’s head, intending to launch a sneak attack on Long Yi’s back with a palm.

Long Yi turned around and threw a punch!

Dark Soul was sent flying by Long Yi’s strength!

Gu Jiao: "Wow!"

Clap, must clap.

As Dark Soul was about to hit the roof, he grabbed the edge of the eaves, spinning several times to dissipate the immense force.

Then he pulled himself up with his arm strength, flipped, and landed steadily on the rooftop.

He squinted his eyes as he looked at Long Yi in the alley, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

Although he had just used less than half of his strength, it should be known that in recent years, he normally only used thirty percent of his strength.

It’s the first time in twenty years that someone has managed to punch him away when he used nearly half of his strength.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked coldly.

After Long Aotian, he had developed a strong curiosity about this mysterious dark-clad warrior.

As a master, besides continuously improving one’s own strength, one must also study different opponents.

Long Yi did not answer him.

Within the six countries, only the Dragon Shadow Guard of Zhan Country were trained to be mute warriors under the special requirements of the former emperor; other death warriors were not like this.

Therefore, in Dark Soul’s eyes, Long Yi’s silence was taken as laziness in bothering to respond to him.

Dark Soul felt offended.

Gu Jiao sat on the horseback, leisurely watching Dark Soul on the rooftop, and said with a faint smile, "Hey, you called Dark Soul, why did you stop fighting? Are you scared? Bow down to me obediently, admit defeat, and perhaps I’ll consider giving you a quick end!"

Dark Soul snorted coldly at Gu Jiao, "Kid, your tone is too arrogant. I just used less than half of my strength earlier. Do you really think you can find any random death warrior outside to be a match for me?"

Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows, "Me? Not very capable, but quite big-mouthed, hehe."

These were the words Dark Soul had once mocked Gu Jiao with — young in age, but quite big-mouthed.

Now, Gu Jiao had arrogantly and domineeringly thrown them back at him.

Dark Soul said coldly, "Kid, don’t be so pleased with yourself. After I kill him, I’ll come for you next!"

Gu Jiao turned her head and looked at Long Yi, "Long Yi, he’s being mean to me."

Dark Soul: "..."

Long Yi’s eyes turned icy as his heel stomped on the ground, and he shot towards Dark Soul on the rooftop!

This time, Dark Soul no longer deliberately held back his strength like before, immediately using seventy percent of his power.

They fought from the rooftop to the alley, and back from the alley to the rooftop.

Fortunately, this was an abandoned Old Street, long since uninhabited. Otherwise, such commotion would have alarmed everyone.

The more Dark Soul fought, the more he felt something strange. Why did this person’s fighting style seem so familiar?

Have I fought him before?

But such a powerful opponent, I shouldn’t have no impression at all.

Gu Jiao observed the duel seriously, "... It looks like they are evenly matched, but Long Yi clearly has more stamina. Long Yi hasn’t even panted, while Dark Soul’s breathing and rhythm are starting to get disrupted. Truly impressive, Long Yi..."

Dark Soul took another punch from Long Yi, but Long Yi also received half a palm strike from Dark Soul. It was only half a palm strike because Long Yi swiftly retreated, and the remaining force didn’t fully land on him.

But this exchange was not without gain.

Long Yi’s sleeve was torn apart, and a small black object fell out.

Dark Soul grabbed it with a backhand move and focused his eyes, staring intently: "This is..."

Long Yi kicked his hand, sending the jade ring flying into the air. Long Yi snatched it back and tucked it into his bosom.

Dark Soul ignored the fact that his hand bones were kicked broken and frowned, "Where did this jade ring come from? Where is its owner?"

The response he got was a heavy punch from Long Yi.

Dark Soul gave Long Yi a deep look, then made an incredibly bold decision. He risked injury to move in, taking a hard punch from Long Yi!

Just as his shoulder blade was nearly broken, he tore off Long Yi’s mask.

When that face, so strikingly similar to the one in his memories, just more mature, appeared before his eyes, his breath stopped.

He forgot to resist and fell downwards rapidly, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"How can it be you—"

Shitian!

Impossible...

Absolutely impossible...

Shitian had disappeared for twenty years. From what he knew about Shitian, Shitian was probably already dead. Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been no news of Shitian in Yan Country for so long.

But if he wasn’t Shitian, how could he have a face exactly like Shitian’s?

It’s just that it lacked the youthful innocence and naivety of the past.

No wonder he had felt a sense of familiarity from the start.

It’s Shitian!

Shitian has returned!

But why is Shitian with someone from Zhan Country?

And why are Shitian’s eyes missing the fury and murderous intent they used to have?

A voice suddenly flashed in his mind.

"If you see a young man with blood-red eyes, that’s Shitian. Shitian is inhuman, he has no weaknesses, only one instinct—killing!"

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