Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 485 His Highness Prince Qin! [1 more - ]

Chapter 485: 485 His Highness Prince Qin! [1 more Chapter]

It was an extremely young female voice, a cold, ice-cold laugh carrying a chilling intent.

The laughter vibrated the eardrums, and at that moment, it even held back the fierce wind that rolled in.

Amid the falling rain, a silhouette slowly coalesced into form—a tall woman.

She was clad in black and red armor, her long hair held up by a jade crown, fluttering in the air.

The woman’s features were sharp and profound,

merely standing there, she exuded a powerful presence that seemed to say, "one man holds the pass, ten thousand are unable to break through."

Majestic as mountains and rivers, inviolable.

"..."

At that moment, it was as if heaven and earth had come to a standstill.

Ye Wanlan slowly lifted her head, and when she saw this fully formed silhouette, her pupils suddenly contracted,

"His Highness Prince Qin!" the Heart Protecting Bracelet exclaimed in disbelief, "Her Royal Highness the Princess did not deceive me, it really is... His Highness Prince Qin!"

By the end, it had choked up to the point of sobbing.

Ye Wanlan naturally recognized the woman’s face; they had worked together countless times.

Among the Four Directions Nobility, the sole Queen’s Peerage—

King Qin, Hua Yingyue.

King Qin guards Eastern Desolation, the cold moon reflects the chilly flowers.

Ye Wanlan stared blankly at the figure before her, holding her breath, fearing she might disturb something.

Yet, in a sudden moment, tears had already soaked her clothes.

In revisiting history, she saw King Qin who swore to heaven and blood-sacrificed Shenzhou,

to the ultimate "do not smirk at me for being drunk on the battlefield—since ancient times, how many have returned from war?", including "fate only knows to die for the country on the battlefield, why need one’s dead body wrapped in horsehide to return?"

Truthfully, Ye Wanlan was not fully confident about whether she could bring Hua Yingyue back to Shenzhou like Xie Linyuan.

But with even a glimmer of hope, that was enough to sustain her will to persevere.

Yet at this moment, she saw Hua Yingyue so vividly again, as if crossing through many years, she once again came face to face with her close friend who grew up alongside her.

The name Hua Yingyue, given by the old King Qin and his wife, implied wisdom and beauty.

It was a name filled with love, if in those years the old King Qin and the Crown Prince of Qin hadn’t been killed by traitorous and foolish rulers, Hua Yingyue too could have grown up safely like other noble ladies, with her mother’s family as her strongest backing.

But who knew she would lose her parents and brothers overnight, and Hua Yingyue would become an orphan.

Though she might have continued to live as a happy princess under Princess Jingan, she did not wish so; she wanted to be King Qin, continuing to guard Eastern Desolation.

A name never confines one’s life; she is Hua Yingyue, and she is also King Qin.

Ye Wanlan closed her eyes.

And King Qin had finally returned to Shenzhou.

And the only commonality, aside from weapons, was also—

Ye Wanlan suddenly opened her eyes wide, looking down at the wound on her arm where blood continued to seep out.

This included her own blood.

Could it be...

"Who are you?" Suddenly, another figure appeared; the elderly figure immediately became alert, "A spirit? No...not a spirit state!"

Nor was it a physical body!

What bizarre state was this?!

"I truly have no intention of entangling with you here!" the elderly man took a deep breath, his voice stern but anxious, "You Shenzhou have long lost the Art and Method heritage, you certainly are no match for me!"

"Art and Method heritage?" Hua Yingyue looked up at the sky, laughing coldly, "You dare boast in such an inferior skill before me, seeking death!"

She merely lifted her right hand.

"Boom—bang!"

The elder’s body was sent flying out, crashing heavily onto a high-rise that had been submerged up to the seventh floor due to flooding.

"Boom boom boom..."

Under the force, the building instantly collapsed, rubble falling from above, further battering the elderly man’s bruised face.

The elder lay on the stone pavement, shocked to near numbness.

Could this truly be a woman?

When had Shenzhou ever had such a formidable woman?

Still in East Desolate City?

All of Shenzhou’s top forces were gathered in Yunjing!

Cities that once flourished like Fengyuan City, Tianshui City, Yan City, and East Desolate City... all because the destruction was too thorough, rebuilding them was also very difficult.

"Useless trash." Hua Yingyue advanced step by step, "You dare to invade East Desolate? How dare you?"

"Come!"

"Whoosh—"

As if in answer, a long whip emerged from the water and was caught perfectly in Hua Yingyue’s hand.

"Whirr!"

The long whip swept across the sky, and all lightning and thunder shattered.

The formation created by many was no match for such a powerful attack from Hua Yingyue.

"A whip?!" The elder screamed in agony, "You, you actually..."

He had an unbelievable guess in his mind, but because it was too fantastical, even as an Art Practitioner belonging to the supernatural realm, he still couldn’t believe it.

King Qin was already dead, after all!

"Since you’ve come, I won’t let you leave," Hua Yingyue said coldly, "better you stay!"

Only with these sinners paying homage with their blood could she slightly alleviate the hatred in her heart!

"Boom—!"

Hua Yingyue whipped again, and a terrifying, immense power exploded.

The elder didn’t even have the chance to scream before he lost his breath.

"Hum—"

The space trembled, and the dark clouds above East Desolate City also shook, as if encountering something frightful and began to gradually retreat.

The relentless heavy rain even began to lessen at this moment.

Such a huge change could not escape Yan Tingfeng and Xing Yue’s senses.

Both of them also felt that the formation trapping East Desolate City broke at that moment!

"Such a powerful explosive force!" Xing Yue blurted out, "Could it be someone from Yunjing?"

"No..." Yan Tingfeng’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Even in Yunjing, absolutely no one has such formidable strength."

Although his body limited his martial arts, his cultivation was intact, allowing him to clearly perceive the magnitude of this power.

An attack powerful enough to destroy a city’s Art and Method...

Such an attack, in the thriving Jianghu three hundred years ago, would have only been possible by him or exceptionally few hidden experts like the Sect Leaders of the Six Great Sects, the Four Directions Nobility, the Sword Saint Sect!

But these people, without exception, had all been buried in that great battle.

Who could it be?

Yan Tingfeng’s gaze grew sharp, suddenly remembering what the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family said about the Life Star.

Could it be, those who had died three hundred years ago, indeed had a chance of resurrection?

Xing Yue, having lost all her strength from her persistence, collapsed onto the ground: "Young Master Yan, hurry and find Lanlan, don’t, don’t let anything happen to her, I... I just need to rest a bit."

Yan Tingfeng extended a hand, swiftly infusing her with a burst of inner strength: "You stay here, I will return to pick you up after I find Xiao Wan."

"No need." Xing Yue waved her hand while panting heavily, "I, I just need to rest a bit, I can walk back, it’s just Lanlan..."

Yan Tingfeng didn’t linger, and went to search for Ye Wanlan.

Xing Yue slumped on the ground, slowly regaining her strength.

The sound of a helicopter then rang out, she looked up and saw the insignia of the Supernatural Affairs Office.

"Damn it all!" Xing Yue raged, "You come now when everything’s settled, what the hell are you doing here, eh?"

Everyone from the Supernatural Affairs Office: "..."

They were also puzzled, what exactly happened here.

They had been ready for a massive battle they might not return from, but as soon as they arrived, the Class A mission had already ended?

The rain stopped, and the clouds completely dispersed, the gloom that had enveloped the four corners of heaven and earth lifted, and the sun shining above East Desolate City reappeared.

Sunlight streamed down, reflecting on the water with shimmering golden light.

After a storm, there was considerable damage within East Desolate City, several skyscrapers had collapsed, but fortunately, there were no civilian casualties.

Ye Wanlan, too, was depleted of strength, sitting on a piece of wood and looked up at the woman holding the whip.

The rain had stopped, but her face was inexplicably wet again.

"Why are you crying?" Hua Yingyue titled her head to look at her, "Do I know you?"