Chapter 116: I Have No Brother Like You

Liu Mocheng’s entire body was engulfed in dark purple-black flames, dispelling the surrounding icy cold. A faint, sinister smile curved at the corner of his mouth. “You’ve grown so much, my foolish little sister.”

“Shut up...”

Liu Shiyu’s face, already as cold as frost, grew even colder, a fierce murderous intent quietly rising within her. “You have no right to call me that. I have no brother like you.”

“Still harboring such hatred for me? It seems you still can’t forget what happened all those years ago.”

Liu Mocheng’s violet eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if looking at a worthless sister. “How you survived back then... You should have died ten years ago.”

“Yes, I almost did...” Liu Shiyu’s gaze was icy. “But I survived, and the belief that kept me alive was this: one day, I would personally kill you.”

“So that’s it. You were lucky to survive, yet you joined the Disaster Association, all for revenge against me. How naive...”

Liu Mocheng’s voice was cold and sharp. “I see you’ve endured much suffering to become stronger. But unfortunately, you will never catch up to me.”

Setting down the corpse of the Black Night Fork with a heavy heart, Cheng Feng heard their conversation and felt a surge of surprise.

What was going on between these two?

Could it be that the murderer was Liu Shiyu’s...

Cheng Feng’s eyes flicked toward the man in the black robe. His cold expression bore a striking resemblance to Liu Shiyu’s—it was true, they were siblings.

Long ago, Yan Ruying had mentioned that Liu Shiyu once had an elder brother. Cheng Feng never imagined it was this very man before him.

At the time, Yan Ruying’s tone suggested something unfortunate had happened to him. After all, Liu Shiyu had never spoken of her brother.

Watching the tense standoff between them now, it was clear their relationship was far more complicated than Cheng Feng had imagined.

He also recalled the time he and Liu Shiyu infiltrated the monster auction.

The magician’s illusion could make one see their most important loved one.

During that battle, Cheng Feng had fallen under the illusion, seeing his sister Cheng Yi and unable to strike her, suffering a setback.

Liu Shiyu had also been affected by the illusion at the time, seeing her dearest relative—but unlike Cheng Feng, she struck without hesitation, nearly killing the magician.

After the battle, Cheng Feng had asked her whom she saw during the illusion, and she had replied coldly, “I saw my enemy.”

Now, it was clear the person she saw was none other than her own elder brother.

What exactly was her brother’s identity, and why did Liu Shiyu harbor such fierce hatred toward him?

Cheng Feng held back from asking these questions directly, instead turning to Liu Mocheng with a cold voice: “Why did you kill the shopkeeper?”

Liu Mocheng’s gaze drifted toward Cheng Feng before answering calmly, “Humans and monsters are fundamentally at odds. The Black Night Fork, as a neutral party, has no place to live. I punished it... You humans should be grateful.”

“What kind of excuse is that?” Cheng Feng frowned deeply, anger rising. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he asked, “You say ‘you humans’—are you not one of us?”

“Me? A human? A mortal like you could never understand.”

Liu Mocheng was wrapped in dark purple-black flames, resembling a messenger from the Nine Nether Hells. The cursed magic sword Hegni in his hand emitted a chilling gleam. “I have long transcended humanity, reaching a level neither human nor monster can attain.”

Cheng Feng was speechless.

It seemed Liu Mocheng was no longer human.

“That’s enough. You monster, I’ll send you to hell right now!”

A cold voice rang out as Liu Shiyu stepped forward, her spiritual blade Frost Moon radiating dazzling blue light as she launched a sudden strike.

Her eyes burned with a tangible, fierce killing intent, her mind focused solely on slaying this man.

Whoosh!

The long blade sliced through the void, leaving a cold white streak. Liu Shiyu’s unwavering momentum seemed set to cleave Liu Mocheng in two.

Clang!

Liu Mocheng’s expression remained unchanged as he raised his broad magic sword to block Frost Moon’s edge.

The clash of their formidable powers sent a violent shockwave roaring outward, stirring turbulent air currents around them.

The ground beneath their feet cracked and fissured.

Liu Mocheng stood unmoving. The full force of Liu Shiyu’s strike was effortlessly parried.

“Foolish sister, this is the insurmountable gap between you and me.”

With a powerful swing of his magic sword, a renewed burst of energy forced Liu Shiyu to stagger back uncontrollably.

Whoosh!

Just as Liu Mocheng was about to press the attack, a beam of crimson-gold flame suddenly shot from a certain direction, forcing him to halt.

“Chu Xinghe...” Liu Mocheng lifted his gaze coldly, recognizing the attacker.

Dark purple-black flames surged and coiled around the cursed magic sword.

Liu Mocheng swung the sword with force, releasing a terrifying beam of purple-black flames from its tip to collide with the crimson-gold flame.

Boom!

The two flames of different hues met with explosive energy, sending a terrifying shockwave outward and scattering dust into the sky.

As the flame beam Liu Mocheng released was shattered, Chu Xinghe pressed forward, charging with his spiritual blade Flame Sun.

Originally here to hunt the Black Night Fork, upon arriving he saw the man in black and immediately recognized him.

The true Fourth Abyssal—Liu Mocheng!

Without hesitation, Chu Xinghe flew toward him, Flame Sun cutting through the sky, ruthlessly striking Liu Mocheng.

But unexpectedly, despite landing a hit, there was no sensation of impact.

Whoosh!

The crimson blade passed straight through Liu Mocheng—it had only cut through a faint afterimage left behind.

His speed was truly formidable. Chu Xinghe narrowed his eyes and looked upward.

Liu Mocheng, shrouded in black-purple flames, hovered high in the sky and said coldly, “Chu Xinghe, you are a worthy opponent... but the time is not right now. We shall battle another day.”

Liu Shiyu glared at the figure above. “You want to run?”

“Shiyu, you’re still too young to fight me... it would be boring to kill you now.”

Liu Mocheng’s gaze was icy. “I will give you time to grow. I hope next time we meet, you will bring me more surprises.”

With that, his figure suddenly vanished.