Chapter 116: I Have No Brother Like You
A deep violet-black flame burst forth from Liu Mochen, dispelling the surrounding frost. The corner of his mouth lifted into a wicked smile. “You’ve grown so much, my foolish sister.”
“Shut up…”
Liu Shiyu’s face, already cold as ice, grew even frostier. A fierce murderous intent rose silently within her. “You have no right to call me that. I have no brother like you.”
“Still hate me so much? It seems you can’t forget what happened all those years ago.” Liu Mochen’s violet eyes were devoid of emotion, as if gazing at an unworthy sibling. “How did you survive back then? By all rights, you should have died ten years ago.”
“Yes, I nearly died…” Liu Shiyu’s gaze was frigid. “But I lived through it, and the belief that kept me alive… was the hope that one day I would kill you myself.”
“No wonder you survived by luck and joined the Disaster Association. So it was all for revenge against me—how naive…” Liu Mochen spoke coolly. “I imagine you suffered greatly to become stronger. Yet, you’ll never catch up to me.”
Feeling somewhat heavy-hearted, Cheng Feng set down the corpse of Black Yasha and overheard their exchange, surprised.
What was the relationship between these two?
Could it be that the killer was… Liu Shiyu’s…
Cheng Feng glanced at the man in the black robe. His cold demeanor bore a striking resemblance to Liu Shiyu—they really were siblings.
He had heard from Yan Ruying long ago that Liu Shiyu once had an older brother. He never expected it would be this very man standing before him.
Back then, hearing Yan Ruying’s tone, Cheng Feng thought her brother must have been lost somehow, especially since Liu Shiyu had never mentioned him.
Now, seeing the tense confrontation between them, it was clear Liu Shiyu’s history with her brother was far more complicated than he had imagined.
Moreover, Cheng Feng recalled the time he and Liu Shiyu infiltrated the monster auction. The illusionist’s magic could make one see their most important relative.
During the battle, Cheng Feng fell under the spell and saw Cheng Yi, unable to attack his sister and suffering for it.
At that moment, Liu Shiyu was also caught in the illusion. She saw her most important relative, but struck without hesitation, almost killing the magician.
After the auction battle, Cheng Feng had asked her who she saw under the spell, and she replied: her enemy…
Thinking back, the person Liu Shiyu saw was none other than her own brother…
Who was her brother in truth, and why did Liu Shiyu harbor such intense hatred for him?
Cheng Feng didn’t pursue those questions, but instead demanded coldly of Liu Mochen, “Why did you kill the shopkeeper?”
Liu Mochen’s gaze shifted to Cheng Feng, answering indifferently, “Humans and monsters are natural enemies. Black Yasha was a mediator, unnecessary to be alive. I punished him… You humans should be grateful.”
“What kind of reason is that?” Cheng Feng frowned tightly at the reply.
He felt anger rising, took a deep breath to calm himself, then asked, “You say ‘you humans.’ Are you not human?”
“Me, human? A mortal like you cannot comprehend.” Liu Mochen, shrouded in black-violet flames, looked like a messenger from the depths of hell. In his hand, the cursed magic sword Hegni gleamed coldly. “I surpassed humanity long ago, reached a level neither humans nor monsters can attain.”
Cheng Feng: “…”
So, Liu Mochen was no longer human.
“Enough. Monster, I’ll send you to hell right now!”
A chilling voice rang out. Liu Shiyu stepped forward, her spirit blade Frost Moon shining with brilliant blue light as she launched a sudden attack.
Her eyes burned with a tangible murderous intent, her mind fixated on one thought: to slay this man.
“Swish!”
Her long blade cut through the void, carving a cold white line. Liu Shiyu’s decisive momentum seemed intent on cleaving Liu Mochen in two.
“Clang!”
Liu Mochen’s expression remained stern. He raised his broad magic sword, blocking Frost Moon’s edge.
The collision of their powers unleashed a powerful shockwave, stirring a violent gale around them.
Cracks spread densely across the ground beneath their feet.
Liu Mochen stood unmoving, effortlessly blocking Liu Shiyu’s full-force strike.
“Foolish sister, this is the insurmountable gap between us.”
He swung his magic sword forcefully, and the surge of power sent Liu Shiyu staggering backward, unable to hold her ground.
“Whoosh!”
Liu Mochen was about to pursue when a beam of crimson-gold flame shot from a direction, forcing him to halt.
“Chu Xinghe…” Liu Mochen lifted his gaze indifferently, recognizing the attack’s source.
His body surged with violet-black flames, which climbed and twisted around the cursed sword.
He swung the sword, releasing a terrifying beam of violet-black fire from its tip, meeting the crimson-gold beam head-on.
“Boom!”
Purple and gold flames collided, erupting in a fierce explosion. The shockwave scattered dust across the sky.
Seeing his fire beam shattered, Chu Xinghe pressed forward, charging at Liu Mochen with his spirit blade, Sunfire.
He had come to hunt Black Yasha, but upon arrival, he saw the black-robed figure and instantly recognized him.
Now, here was the true fourth Abyssal One—Liu Mochen!
Chu Xinghe didn’t hesitate, flying at the man, Sunfire slicing through the air and striking Liu Mochen without mercy.
Unexpectedly, despite a perfect strike, there was no sensation of impact.
“Swish!”
The crimson blade passed through Liu Mochen’s body—it was only a blurred afterimage he’d left behind.
His speed was indeed formidable. Chu Xinghe narrowed his eyes, looking upward.
Liu Mochen, enveloped in black-violet flames, now hovered high in the air, speaking coldly, “Chu Xinghe, you’re a worthy opponent… But this isn’t the right time. We’ll fight another day.”
Liu Shiyu glared icily at the figure in the sky. “Trying to escape?”
“Shiyu, as you are now, it’s far too early to fight me… Killing you now would be dull.” Liu Mochen’s gaze was chilling. “I’ll give you time to grow. I hope next time, you’ll surprise me more.”
With that, his figure vanished abruptly.