The Villain Slaps The Protagonist’s Halo - Chapter 85

Chapter 85: The Protagonist Must Die

"Who is she?" Jun Changyue asked, puzzled.

"Changyue, I'll explain later. At the moment, we're both under the control of Jun Changsheng. What can you do?" Sikong Han urgently replied.

"You are... the legitimate daughter of Duke Qingguo?" Jun Changyue looked pale as he stared at the woman's pregnant belly, suddenly recalling that face.

The woman nodded, a bit fearful and puzzled, so she hid behind Sikong Han.

This action triggered an instant surge of emotions in Jun Changyue. He staggered backward with heavy gasps, and the joyful tears turned into heart-wrenching pain.

"You betray me? Sikong Han, you betray me! How could you betray me?" Jun Changyue shouted, not in agony but filled with incredulous anger.

He had done everything for Sikong Han, sacrificing even his conscience and dignity, only to be met with betrayal?

"Changyue..." Sikong Han felt a sharp pain in his heart. He did love Jun Changyue, and seeing him in such agony was unbearable.

He took a step forward to embrace him for comfort, but felt a sudden pain in his abdomen. Looking down, he saw Jun Changyue holding a small knife, the handle almost stabbing into his flesh.

"You are not Sikong Han. You are Du Yuxian. My Sikong Han has long been dead," Jun Changyue's emotions vanished from his eyes. He pulled the knife out, and blood splattered instantly.

The woman gasped and rushed forward to stop the bleeding, but she felt a coolness on her neck and instantly lost consciousness.

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Sikong Han moved through the deep palace at night, blood staining his chest and abdomen, saturating his clothes. He resembled an injured leopard, weakly seeking vitality against the palace walls.

A sharp sound rang out, the sound of a blade at the end of the palace wall.

Sikong Han wiped away the blood from his lips and looked up. He saw a slender figure in the backlight, holding a knife, approaching step by step. With each step, the blade lightly tapped the palace wall, creating a haunting sound.

Without needing to see the face, Sikong Han knew who it was. Since his rebirth, this person had always wanted to end his life.

But surprisingly, this seemingly easy-to-crush person had not laid a finger on him since his rebirth.

"You're still alive. He didn't kill you. It's a bit unexpected for me," Nie Jia said.

Sikong Han, aware of his impending demise, finally gave up struggling. He sat weakly against the base of the wall, staring at Nie Jia with eyes filled with unwillingness and hatred, and spat, "Under tyranny, there is no prosperity. Even if you unite the three kingdoms, a tyrant is still a tyrant. Unfortunately, I won't live to see the day you're overthrown."

"I am indeed a tyrant. So, are you still the God of War?" Nie Jia stood in front of him, sneering.

This was an insult only Sikong Han could understand. Despite losing too much blood, his face was already pale, but a momentary embarrassment due to the humiliation was still visible, overshadowed by undeniable shock. "You... you know about me..."

"Do you know that Sikong Han is reborn? Yes, I knew it from the beginning." Nie Jia leaned on his long knife, knelt down on one knee, with an indifferent and icy expression. "Sikong Han, the one who truly scared witless, is you. You fear Shi Chen, fear Xuanjia, fear me. After your rebirth, using the identity of Du Yuxian to play tricks, you lack the ability and courage to confront me directly in both lifetimes. You despise my brutality, but with brutality, I subdued Qi Country, forced Liang Country and Chu Country to cede territory and submit. You, self-proclaimed War God of Yan Country, spent several years in the northwest. Apart from guarding the gates of Kaisen City, what notable achievements can you boast?"

He had heard that Zhao Wushang was also swiftly dealt with on the battlefield, and he had indeed underestimated him.

Sikong Han remained silent for a long time, knowing he couldn't refute. With blood on his lips, he sneered, "The calm created by violence is just an illusion. When you die, do you think there will still be Yan Country a hundred years later?"

"If future generations lack the ability, then let this vast land be lost. Throughout history, the world has always been the possession of the strongest. Small-minded beings like you won't understand," Nie Jia mocked lightly. "Before you ordered the extermination of the Sikong family, I worked tirelessly for Yan Country. Do you still not reflect on your actions to this day?" He angrily clenched his teeth. Before the real uprising, he had been loyal to the tyrant. He believed that Yan Country had sacrificed everything, but in the end, the tyrant cared not at all.

"It's you who hasn't reflected. Deciding life and death is the right of a king. You dared to repeatedly question royal authority and even thought of replacing it. Tell me, should you die?" Nie Jia scolded.

Sikong Han, enraged and desperate, almost bit through his teeth.

"Heaven has eyes; it will make you pay," he said.

Nie Jia sneered, "There is no reward and punishment mechanism in this world. Sikong Han, if you can gracefully admit defeat in the end, I might even let you die comfortably."

Sikong Han, leaning against the base of the wall, eyes filled with crimson hatred, said, "How do you know I don't have a chance to live for the third time?" After speaking, he forcefully lunged towards Nie Jia's knife.

But Nie Jia, well aware, dodged to the side. "Suicide and being killed are not the same. If you want to die, I'll grant you that, but don't think about self-destruction."

"Are you afraid?" Sikong Han coldly laughed, propped up on the ground.

Nie Jia grabbed his hair, placed the blade against Sikong Han's neck, and said with a chilling tone, "Do you know why I straightforwardly killed you last time?" The blade bit into Sikong Han's flesh, blood flowing instantly. It wasn't a swift death; Nie Jia slowly cut through his flesh, making him taste the pain.

Sikong Han struggled intensely, the pain from his slowly opening neck making him terrified and desperate. At this moment, he didn't want to argue about anything; he just wanted to die. However, this tyrant refused to give him a quick death, using the sharp blade to torment him inch by inch.

Blood poured backward, choking Sikong Han's trachea. Accompanied by intense pain and suffocation, he heard a sinister voice beside him saying, "Because I knew I could kill you a second time. If you dare to live a third time, I can kill you a third time. As long as you dare to come back, I can make you die with resentment in every life!"

Before completely losing his breath, Sikong Han gave up struggling. His eyes were filled with fear. Even if the heavens could grant him a third life, at least at this moment, his answer in his heart was that he dared not oppose this bloodthirsty tyrant again.

Indeed, power could truly suppress everything... If it couldn't, it just meant it wasn't strong enough.

Sikong Han died outside the Chiyang Palace, and Nie Jia was stained with blood.

A Xuanjia approached and whispered a few words.

Nie Jia stood up and asked, "Is he dead?"

"Yes, it was done by Prince Jing," the Xuanjia replied.

"He's dead? Well, let him be. Send Du Yuxian to Duke Qingguo and let them reunite as a family," Nie Jia instructed before entering the Chiyang Palace with his knife.

Before Nie Jia took action, the Xuanjia had already cleaned up the body. When Nie Jia entered the palace, he saw Jun Changyue sitting on the ground covered in blood, looking at the still bleeding blade when Nie Jia came in. He slowly said, "Is he dead?"

"Dead," Nie Jia said.

"Good that he's dead; he should have died." Jun Changyue touched the bloodstains on his robe. It wasn't until this moment that tears splashed uncontrollably, and he cried in pain.

Nie Jia stood at the door, unaffected, watching Jun Changyue's heartbreaking sorrow and despair.

"I don't understand why. Why does he have the right?" Jun Changyue, breathless, accepted the situation, the pain suffocating him.

"He and Duke Qingguo both need power. The benefits brought by their marriage, you can't provide," Nie Jia looked at Jun Changyue's defeated and desperate appearance, not bothering to personally intervene.

Suddenly, Jun Changyue fell silent, looking at Nie Jia in confusion for a moment. Then, he laughed resignedly, "In the end, you won."

He and Sikong Han had lost from the beginning, but they hadn't realized it. Now, even though the elder brother was still brutal, he was a true Dragon Emperor respected by everyone. Even if the world knew that the War God Sikong had resurrected, they would probably just point fingers at him as a rebel.▼思▼兔▼網▼文▼檔▼共▼享▼與▼在▼線▼閱▼讀▼

"I never thought of competing with you," Jun Changyue said.

"I know. You, fool, don't have the brains for that," Nie Jia threw the bloodstained knife over and left the Chiyang Palace.

Jun Changyue was a person with Sikong Han always on his mind. Sikong Han had disappointed him. Even if he tried to stir up trouble now, he probably wouldn't have the energy. Not long after Nie Jia left, Prince Jing fell from the Observation Moon Platform.

"Are they all dead?" Shi Chen was still drinking under the pavilion. Seeing Nie Jia return, he smiled, opening his arms to him.

"They're all dead," Nie Jia said.

"Happy?" Shi Chen asked softly, lifting the wine cup to his lips.

Nie Jia paused for a moment, somewhat dazed, "There's nothing to be happy about."

"With Duke Qingguo's death, Prince Jing's wish is almost fulfilled. Rebels are all dead, and Qi Country's fate is tragic. I imagine Liang Country and Chu Country won't dare to act recklessly in our lifetime," Shi Chen said.

Taking the wine cup Shi Chen handed him, Nie Jia suddenly felt a bit lost. "Am I right?"

Shi Chen did not speak but only patted his head lightly with a smile. Then he whispered softly, "You are right; there is indeed no reward and punishment mechanism in this world."

Nie Jia nodded and reached out to hug Shi Chen's waist.

That night, Duke Qingguo's mansion was engulfed in a massive fire. No one came out, and there were no screams for help. When the fire was extinguished, the officials discovered that everyone in Duke Qingguo's mansion had their throats slit before the fire.

After abandoning the city and dispersing the courtiers, the Grand King established the former Qi Palace as the royal city, completely abandoning Zhuolu, leaving the people at a loss.

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