FRGNM -Chapter 184 The True Strong

“It’s Ruoxi—her emotions are extremely unstable right now. Stop her, quickly!” Blood spilled from his mouth as the Silver Wolf cried out weakly.

Xiao Wu froze, completely at a loss as to how to stop her. That unfamiliar expression—he had never seen it before. Just one glance made his blood feel as if it were about to freeze.

Too terrifying. He had never seen someone so frightening. Was this really the mother he once knew?

“Your Majesty!” Wuqie and Tinghai, who had just arrived, turned pale and rushed toward the rocky mountain ahead.

Qingyi hurried forward and reached out to check Luo Mingyu’s pulse. In that instant, his pupils shook violently, and his face turned deathly pale.

The man before him had no breath left.

In other words—he was already dead.

“Luo Mingyu!” Qingyi grabbed the body, staring at the clothes draped over him, his fists clenched tightly. How could this man die like this? How could he!

He was the Evil King of Evil King Island, the master’s chosen successor. How could he die so easily?!

Bang! That dazzling figure crashed heavily into the dirt. The black-clad figure that landed afterward coldly gripped the Thunderbolt Spear, glaring at it in fury. It was this thing that had killed the man she loved most, stealing his soul!

“Ah—!” A shrill scream echoed across Qiongyu Immortal Island. The black-clad woman raised the Thunderbolt Spear high and drove her knee upward, smashing the spear shaft against it, wishing she could snap it in half and destroy it immediately!

But she stopped.

If she destroyed it, would his soul return? Would it go back into his body?

Cold light flashed in her eyes. Holding the spear, she walked step by step toward the woman kneeling on the ground. “Where did you take his soul? Tell me.”

“Heh… cough, cough… Why should I tell you?” Baili Wushuang sneered between coughs, looking at her. She never expected to fall at the hands of a little girl like this.

Why?

Cold light burst forth as the standing woman suddenly raised the Thunderbolt Spear. “Then you’ll never have another chance to speak!”

The spear slashed downward.

But a fiery red figure rushed out first. “Stop, Ruoxi! Don’t hurt her!”

Dongdu King stood protectively in front of Baili Wushuang. His left arm was gone, and he stretched out his right hand to shield her.

“Well done, Dongdu King. Your timing is impressive,” Baili Wushuang sneered coldly, using the moment to recover her strength.

Killing intent surged in Ling Ruoxi’s eyes. The Thunderbolt Spear trembled slightly in her grip, her voice colder than icy water. “She took Luo Mingyu’s soul—I want to kill her. She is Luo Mingyu’s enemy—I want to kill her. She is also my enemy—so I must kill her. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” Dongdu King said softly. “But Ruoxi, I once said I could help you—and I could also be your enemy. Now, I only ask that you spare her. At least for today.”

Rage flared instantly. Ling Ruoxi snorted coldly, her black figure flickering as that eerie footwork reappeared. “Sorry. I can’t do that.”

“Baili Wushuang—prepare to die!” Purple battle energy mixed with sharp killing intent swept past Dongdu King and stabbed toward the figure behind him.

She had to kill this woman. She must kill her!

She hated herself—for always being one step too slow, for always making that man worry.

The revenge he couldn’t take, she would take for him. This woman had to die!

“Heh…” The red-clad figure smiled helplessly, a final trace of a smile appearing at his lips.

With one simple step, he moved in front of Baili Wushuang. His battle energy surged, forcefully pushing her backward.

Zzz! Scarlet flames, carrying boundless fury, pierced deeply into his chest. The familiar smile still lingered on his lips—only now it was devoid of warmth.

Fast, precise, ruthless. The instant the Thunderbolt Spear pierced his heart, he was already dead. His eyes still looked at her, filled with deep apology. That gentle smile only added to the sorrow.

Ling Ruoxi’s pupils contracted violently. She stared at the red figure before her, at the bright blood dripping from the spear.

Her hands were stained with his blood, still carrying his warmth.

She had killed Dongdu King with her own hands—the man who had helped her.

The shock tore through her mind. In that instant, her qi and blood reversed. She spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed weakly to the ground.

“Ruoxi!” the Silver Wolf cried out, ignoring his own pain as he rushed forward and caught her in his arms.

The movement tore at his wounds, making him grimace in pain. Looking up, he saw that man still standing there, frozen in his final posture.

The defeated woman had already fled—no one knew where she had gone.

“Ruoxi, quick, let me take a look!” Luo Mingyu was gone—nothing could happen to Ruoxi now!

Qingyi jumped up, about to rush forward—

When suddenly the mountain rocks behind them shook violently. Purple light illuminated the entire sky, as if a sovereign had descended. Stones flew outward, and a massive black figure emerged.

“Heavens—what is that?!” Everyone stared, dumbfounded.

Like a giant from ancient legend, the black figure floated in midair. Its hands and feet were hidden within a black cloak, a pointed hood covered its head, and its face was concealed by black cloth.

No matter how one looked at it—it was not human.

Ghostly wails echoed, like entering hell itself, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

“What… what is happening…” People retreated instinctively. Was that black figure friend or foe?

Like a crystal sphere shattering, a crisp sound rang out. Before everyone’s eyes, a pale white figure descended gently on the breeze, like a fairy fallen into the mortal world.

Black hair draped over her shoulders, yet did nothing to diminish her beauty.

What shocked them even more was that this woman bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Ling Ruoxi.

The difference was that her features were sharper, more heroic—less feminine softness, more masculine resolve. A murderous aura surrounded her, as if she had come from the Nine Netherworlds, inspiring fear.

“Ruoxi…” Her soft voice rang out, melodious like a golden oriole.

With graceful steps, she reached Qingyi in three strides, glanced at the unconscious girl, and smiled faintly.

“You are… Ruoxi’s mother?” Qingyi shuddered. It was as if he were seeing Ling Ruoxi’s future self—confidence and pride incarnate.

She nodded. Saying nothing more, Baili Yan reached out to touch Ling Ruoxi’s forehead, then turned her gaze to Luo Mingyu.

Her hands formed intricate seals. The surrounding air twisted violently as energies converged into her palms. “Punish the distant heavenly generals, protect the four guardians, spread harmony and kinship—halt!”

She raised her right hand and casually flicked it. A streak of purple light shot into Luo Mingyu’s body.

Everyone swallowed hard.

Anyone with even basic knowledge of formations knew that casting one required hand seals, mediums, and time. Yet she created a formation with a single gesture—how terrifyingly powerful was she?!

“Send them to Hefeng Hall.” With a wave of her hand, she radiated imperial authority. People instinctively parted to make way for her.

The gloomy palace, shrouded in darkness, looked even more sinister than cold.

Ignoring everyone’s reactions, Baili Yan blasted a hole in Hefeng Hall, letting sunlight pour in.

“Sorry—my junior sister prefers dark places. I prefer sunlight. Please, sit anywhere.” She smiled calmly, without a trace of arrogance.

What unsettled them was how similar her face was to Ling Ruoxi’s—yet she was clearly someone else.

That lingering aura made even sitting down feel uncomfortable.

Nangong Mo, Ye Ningfeng, and Qingyi took their seats. Opposite them sat Luo Mingyu’s seven guardians. The two injured figures lay on a soft couch in the center, still unconscious.

Baili Yan ignored them and instead studied Nangong Mo with interest, her willow brows lifting as she smiled. “You must be Mo’er. It’s been over twenty years—when I first saw you, you were just a little brat.”

“I—”

“Just call me Auntie. No need for imperial formalities,” Baili Yan said warmly.

Wuqie could no longer hold back. Clenching his fists, he gritted his teeth. “Auntie, please save our king! If this drags on, his life will truly be in danger!”

If his soul did not return to his body within twenty-four hours, he would—

But Baili Yan merely smiled and shook her head. “I can’t save him.”

“What?!” Even she couldn’t save their king? Were they to watch him die helplessly?

Her smile deepened as she continued, “But Ruoxi can. Mingyu did well this time—that little brat.”