Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 792

Chapter 792: Manipulating Events?

[Their Arrivals] Chapter 792: Manipulating Events?

[Their Arrivals] “Whatever grievances linger from the past, we will resolve them once I locate my father.

But if you persist in creating trouble…” Her voice lowered ominously, a stark contrast to the previously gentle tone she typically wielded.

At this moment, the weight of her previous relationships felt irrelevant; any intrusion upon her boundaries would provoke a side of her that others would hardly believe existed.

An oppressive silence enveloped the atmosphere, everyone bracing for her next words.  “There’s something off about this whole situation, so please hold your tongue for now!” She shot a formidable glare at Xiong Yi Chen, silencing any protests he was ready to voice.

Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, evoked shivers within the gathered audience.

Her tone shifted-piercingly cold yet laced with an undeniable authority and a hint of frustration.

Xiao Yun looked on, filled with admiration; her fierceness captivated him.

He was accustomed to her gentler demeanor, but this fierce side of her was intoxicating.

Everyone was left speechless.

“Please grant me some time.

Once everything unfolds, I will confront the members of the Shenlian clan and investigate the incident that transpired years ago between our clans.

You’ve waited this long; what’s a few more years?” Her demeanor was resolute, her expression unreadable.

“And what would we gain by listening to you?

Are you suggesting we were mistaken, that the accident happened differently than we think?” Xiong Yi Chen’s arms were crossed, skepticism evident in his smirk.

“Gains?

You’ll find none,” she replied, and continued, “But those who exploit this turmoil and complicate matters will end up with nothing, and I won’t let even a minor error slide.” “Are you implying someone is manipulating events behind the scenes, leading us to misinterpret your Shenlian clan?” Xiong Zi Ying’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Doubt skimmed across the faces of everyone present.

“I am not sure.

Uncle Shan, please be truthful with me.

Were you and my father complicit in the destruction of the Xiong clan?

Did my father truly kill Xiong Yi Chen?” She turned her gaze firmly onto Shenlian Sheshan and asked carefully.

“We did participate in the downfall of the Xiong clan,” Shenlian Sheshan’s tone was heavy with reluctance.

“But we caused no unnecessary harm; only those deserving of their fate were dealt with.” His words hung in the air, bound by the gravity of their implications.

“What do you mean by those who deserve to die?

Who exactly qualifies for such a fate, and who doesn’t?” Xiong Yi Chen sneered, a sharp edge to his voice.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” she challenged, stepping boldly into his space, unafraid.

“Are you so bold as to think I wouldn’t kill you?” His smile was deceptive, a dangerous allure as he remained poised despite her proximity.

“Kill me?

I have no doubt you would, but if you did it now, what would you gain?” Her indifference sparked his irritation, yet he couldn’t deny the truth in her words.

She was a pawn he needed to keep in play.

“So your only option is to listen carefully,” she thought, reminding herself not to show any weakness as she faced him head-on.

Xiong Yi Chen’s smile faltered, his demeanor shifting to a darker intensity.

For the first time, she was the first person to stand up to him with such bravery-an act that even Xiong Zi Ying couldn’t help but admire.

“Even without killing you, I have countless ways to make your existence a nightmare,” Xiong Yi Chen snarled, his grip on her chin firm and unyielding.

No one had ever made him feel defeated, not even this junior standing before him!

“Go ahead, do your worst.

You can inflict pain, but my spirit will endure, and my choices will remain my own,” she replied, locking her gaze with his pale pink eyes, unflinching in the face of danger.

Xiao Yun and Shenlian Sheshan watched, worry etched on their faces, yet they refrained from intervening.

“Are you bold or just foolish?” Xiong Yi Chen’s grip tightened further, his frustration palpable.

“You boast of facing suffering without fear, yet you’ve never truly encountered the abyss.

How can you speak with such conviction?” “Fearless?

Confident?” She offered a faint smile, a flicker of comprehension lighting up her eyes.

“I fear both pain and the uncertainties ahead, and confidence eludes me entirely.

But does any of that truly matter?

Will my fear shift the tides of fate?

Will it change what’s to come?

So tell me, if I reveal my fear of you, will you then set me free?” Xiong Yi Chen and the others were momentarily speechless, taken aback by her candid admission.

They had anticipated arrogance, but here she was, openly expressing her fears while questioning whether acknowledgment of them could alter reality.  Yes, who wasn’t afraid of pain and the unknown?

But would such fear change anything?

All that remained was to confront the trials ahead, shaky or not, and to maintain belief in oneself, even amidst turmoil.

With renewed calm, she extricated her face from his grip and turned her attention to Shenlian Sheshan, unbothered by the weight of her own words on the atmosphere around them.

Xiao Yun offered her a subtle smile when no one was looking.

Shenlian Sheshan’s eyes sparkled with a hint of appreciation.  “Uncle Shan, who ‘deserved’ to die that year?

And why?” She asked.

“It’s complicated, let’s say…” As Shenlian Sheshan was about to expound on the events of that fateful year, a sudden disturbance interrupted him.  Fate, it seemed, had a peculiar sense of timing.

Xiong Zi Ying’s expression darkened; an ominous force was probing the boundaries of his Flower Realm.

Instinctively, he withdrew the protective barrier, ushering everyone into the outside world where a palpable tension hung thick in the air.

As soon as they emerged from his realm, Shenlian Yingyue found herself enveloped in the strong arms of a tall figure.

She was quickly surrounded by Shenlian Yinzhu, Jun Mu Yang, Zhiyi, and the others, who formed a protective barrier around her, ready to face any threat.

“Quite affectionate of you, it really opens my eyes,” a low chuckle pierced the collective unease, and the group tensed at the sound.

Shenlian Yingyue’s body stiffened at the sound of that familiar voice.

She broke free from the comforting embrace of those around her and stepped forward to confront the speaker, standing tall before the crowd.

In an instant, her eyes widened in shock.

Her heart raced as a rush of emotions flooded her; when had he arrived?

“You don’t seem thrilled to see me,” the figure taunted, unfazed by the hostile glares directed at him from the assembled group.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Littlecarrot Your kindness means everything to me, my dear.

I am sincerely thankful for all that you do.

Wishing you love, safety, and good health, my wonderful angels.

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