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Chapter 424 - 399: This punch is the glory of your lifetime!

Chapter 424: Chapter 399: This punch is the glory of your lifetime!

Lady Yu saw her own child return, although she knew that the night was not exactly peaceful in the Capital.

But what did peace or lack thereof have to do with a mother herself?

All she wanted to do was to see her child, to see the child she had missed for twenty years.

Lady Yu rushed forward and tightly embraced the young boy.

"Ming, your mother is here, nothing will happen now, nothing will ever happen again. Mother will definitely protect you well, definitely..."

As Lady Yu spoke, she held Yuwen Ming’s face in her hands, gazing at the visage she had dreamed of time and time again.

"Mother, I’m sorry, I have to leave."

"Ah? Didn’t you just come back? Why do you have to leave?"

"Mother, I know you miss me and can’t bear to let me go, but you know deep down that I have been dead for twenty years. How can I be the same as I was before? I just came back to see Mother, then I must go."

Lady Yu immediately clung to Yuwen Ming’s hand, with tears uncontrollably streaming down.

"But you are my child! I don’t want you to go! Promise Mother, don’t go. Stay with Mother, okay? With Mother here, no one can hurt you."

Yuwen Ming was about to say something when Lady Yu continued, "I sought many people and used many techniques of resurrection, all to no avail, but to resurrect you one day, Mother has now become the Capital’s largest merchant, wealthy enough to rival nations. Under my command are more than ten Purple Mansion Realm experts, and I am also secretly contacting Divine Aspect Realm experts. Three thousand heavy armored martial artists are hidden along Capital Region Road. Believe in Mother, this time I will definitely be able to protect you, I definitely can. Definitely!"

Yuwen Ming knew that the only person in this world who would be selflessly good to him was his own mother.

"Mother, I have grown up, and I must journey afar."

Yuwen Ming said as he stood up from the ground, holding his head high, not letting his tears fall.

"I have absorbed all the Qi Luck of the Yuwen Imperial Clan on the Imperial Path, which only accounts for thirty percent of Great Sui’s Qi Luck. But with these thirty percent, Great Sui won’t have the leisure to deal with me in a short time. Now that I carry a treasure and am well-prepared, Mother, believe in me, I am your son, your pride. One day, I will return to Daxing City with thousands of troops and horses to reclaim what belongs to us. Then, Mother will be the Empress Dowager of the world, and your son will be the new Emperor of Great Zhou!"

Yuwen Ming said, regarding Lady Yu who was by his side with a somewhat panicked look.

"You are the last remaining bloodline of the Yuwen Imperial Clan in this world. Although you don’t bear the Yuwen surname, I still wish to grant you a trace of the Imperial Clan’s might. Take good care of Mother for me."

Yuwen Ming raised his hand, a drop of his essence blood flew out, landed on Lady Yu’s forehead, forming a special mark, then slowly faded in color.

Then, Yuwen Ming looked at Lady Yu, who was holding his hand.

"Mother, I really have to go now."

At this moment, far away in the sky, Pharaoh quietly watched the scene, unwilling to disturb.

Although he had to capture Yuwen Ming and take back the thirty percent of Great Sui’s Qi Luck,

he could not bear to disrupt this moment for Yang Lihua, the poor woman who had lost her husband and child for twenty years.

Just because Pharaoh did not disturb, did not mean others had such discernment.

At that moment, Qian Shanxiu and Zhang Datui arrived, passing by Pharaoh.

"Pharaoh, you’re also here, why not take action?"

Zhang Datui asked curiously.

Pharaoh glanced at Zhang Datui, aware that this fellow had a simple mind, and spoke softly, "Just wait, let them finish their reunion, then it’s not too late to act."

Zhang Datui did not understand why they should let the captured enjoy a moment longer and turned to look at Chief Qian Shanxiu.

Although Qian Shanxiu was the Chief of the Town Demon Office, he knew that the top combat power of Great Sui was not him, but others.

The leader of Legalism, Pharaoh; the leader of Mohism, Mozi; and the Chief of the Town Martial Office, Li Moxian.

If he had to rank himself, he should be the fourth.

Yes!

He was definitely the fourth.

Therefore, in the presence of the Pharaoh, even I did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing that his mother couldn’t bear to let him go, Yuwen Ming placed his hand on hers and gently patted it twice.

"Mother, rest assured, I will definitely come back to see you," he said.

As he spoke, Yuwen Ming stretched out his right hand and stabbed fiercely into the region of his heart, then extracted a drop of blood from it.

"Mother, this is the blood of my heart; although it’s just a drop, this single drop can not only protect you but also keep your body healthy and ward off all diseases. This is my filial piety and it is also the protection of the Yuwen Imperial Clan."

Yuwen Ming touched the center of Yang Lihua’s forehead, and a red special mark appeared on her brow.

Then, Yuwen Ming stepped back two paces, knelt down once more towards his choking mother, and kowtowed three times with great force.

He stood up and left.

At this moment, although Qiong and Wang Junwu, as well as Wang Ziteng, Xu, Wei, and others had all rushed over, no one dared to approach.

After all, from the scene, it was clear that the little boy had no ill intentions towards Lady Yu.

But if they approached, it was not certain whether the other party would not bear malice against them.

"Ming, ah—"

Yuwen Ming heard his mother’s call, filled with reluctance.

But he knew that he was not just her Ming, but also the last hope of the Yuwen Imperial Clan.

If successful, the world would return to Zhou.

If defeated, the Yuwen would be annihilated.

The little boy bit his lip and turned to leave.

Seeing the little boy leaving, Qian Shanxiu asked the Pharaoh from afar, "Pharaoh, can we now...?"

"You go ahead and pursue, I still have things to do," the Pharaoh replied.

Hearing this, Qian Shanxiu and Zhang Datui immediately chased after Yuwen Ming like two arrows shot from bows.

The Pharaoh watched their retreating figures, unable to understand why there were people in this world so eager to court death.

As Qian Shanxiu pursued, he felt that he was somewhat faster than Zhang Datui, but for some reason, the Pharaoh’s attitude made him realize there might be danger, so he deliberately slowed down a little, letting Zhang Datui go ahead of him.

Zhang Datui was even complacent about his speed being fast enough.

"Boy, stop right there!"

Yuwen Ming, who had just completed all and was preparing to leave, heard the voice behind him, and his heart, already heavy from the farewell to his mother, now blazed with nameless rage.

If it weren’t for these damned lackeys, how could I, a member of the noble Yuwen Imperial Clan, have fallen to this plight today?

My mother and I could have lived happily in the Capital, so why must we endure such parting and sorrow!

Damnit!

Yuwen Ming turned around and glared fiercely at Zhang Datui.

Just one glance, and Zhang Datui, who was midflight, felt as if he was completely immobilized by an incredibly mighty force, and for a moment, he couldn’t move at all.

"Not many can make me take action personally, this punch is the honor of your lifetime!" Yuwen Ming said, and turned to punch Zhang Datui right in the chest.

With a booming sound.

Zhang Datui’s entire body flew off like a cannonball, blasting through the air.