She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 400 - 399: I’m Not Your Parents, What’s the Harm in Deceiving You?

Chapter 400: Chapter 399: I’m Not Your Parents, What’s the Harm in Deceiving You?

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yan Hongzhao, tired from fighting, jumped straight onto the rooftop. As she watched the Angel Envoy and the disciples below battling fiercely, she fanned herself with her hand.

It had been so long since she’d had this much fun, though it was a bit hot.

"Watch your back," she said casually, as a reminder.

The Angel Envoy quickly turned around, dodging a disciple’s long sword.

"Look in front," Yan Hongzhao spoke again.

The Angel Envoy quickly turned back again and bent down to dodge the attack from the front.

Back and forth, his anger grew the more he fought, and he yelled towards Yan Hongzhao on the roof, "Why did you go up there! Come down and join the fight!"

If there’s a fight, why climb up to the rooftop to watch?

Yan Hongzhao touched her ear and shook her head, "Can’t fight, I’m just a girl, too many people, got tired."

The Angel Envoy almost couldn’t catch his breath; when she had killed someone with a single punch earlier, she didn’t mention being a girl. Now that she was tired, she remembered she was a girl.

She showed no mercy, causing nearly half of the church’s members to gather here for a brawl.

Exhausted to death, the Angel Envoy was covered in wounds, while the culprit herself had shirked off to sit on the rooftop; she even had the nerve to tell him to dodge here and there. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"You’re so powerful, none of these people left are your match. Take advantage of the darkness and knock them down quickly. Afterward, I’ll be the boss of the Divine Church of Light, and I’ll let you be number two."

With those words, things got even worse.

The disciples’ gazes at the Angel Envoy all changed, filled with righteous indignation.

"We didn’t expect Miss Song Ning was telling the truth, the Angel Envoy really betrayed the Sect, not only did he betray the Sect Hierarch, but he also led a snake into the lair, bringing disaster to the Divine Sect!"

"Angel Envoy, you’ve killed so many of our brothers, you deserve death! We must take you before the Sect Hierarch to apologize with death!"

The disciples swarmed up, already in a relentless attack. The Angel Envoy was in dire straits, continuing to wield his sword in defense. But overwhelmed by the sheer number and in their heightened emotional state, he was already exhausted and was quickly subdued and pinned to the ground. He could see nothing but disciples holding long swords aimed at him, their eyes glaring venomously as if eager to take his life right there.

Song Huaxu liked to pick up outsiders.

Regardless of gender, age, if someone was alone and in trouble, he loved to pick them up and bring them into the church.

But in an era of prosperity, how many virtuous yet unfortunate good people were there for him to pick up? Most of them were criminals who had no choice but to flee, people who were selfish at heart and only cared about themselves.

With smoke of war rising everywhere, these people protected by the Divine Church of Light had tasted the sweets of sanctuary and naturally were even less willing to leave. They could only support Song Huaxu wholeheartedly.

So any existence that defied Song Huaxu’s will was a target they strived to resist and obliterate.

At that moment, the Angel Envoy was dragged up from the ground, his arms held back and his neck restrained, and some even kicked him in the knees. The Angel Envoy cried out in pain and was forced to kneel on the ground.

"You guys—" the Angel Envoy clenched his teeth.

"What about us? You betrayed the Sect Hierarch, your death is well deserved!" The disciple sneered coldly, pressing down on the Angel Envoy’s body, forcing him to look up in a humiliating posture to face everyone’s judgment.

Meanwhile, Yan Hongzhao saw that the Angel Envoy had been captured and slowly stood up.

The disciples were on alert, thinking she was coming to save the Angel Envoy, and the Angel Envoy himself thought the same.

However, Yan Hongzhao merely stood up, dusted off her clothes, and then jumped down in the opposite direction of the eaves to leave.

Angel Envoy: "???"

Everyone: "???"

"Catch her!" Suddenly coming to their senses, a loud shout erupted from the crowd. Following suit, everyone rushed toward the corridor as if they had been enlightened.

But just as they reached the entrance, they saw Song Huaxu walking out from inside.

"Sect Hierarch!"

"Sect Hierarch! Sect Hierarch!"

Song Huaxu saw that they were holding weapons, "What has happened? Where is the Angel Envoy?"

He had suddenly gone mad with his training and had to resolve his own issues first. By now, the Angel Envoy should be waiting with the female leader in the grand hall, but when he had just gone there, he hadn’t found anyone.

When the disciples heard Song Huaxu mention the Angel Envoy, they all started complaining at once.

Their overlapping voices made it impossible to discern what was being said.

Song Huaxu furrowed his brows, "Stop."

Instant silence fell over the surroundings.

"Bring the Angel Envoy to me," Song Huaxu commanded, suppressing the irritation in his heart.

Just as he was about to turn around to relieve some tension, he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw the Angel Envoy being pushed down to kneel on the ground, his body not intact in the least.

Shock flickered in Song Huaxu’s eyes, "What happened? Where is the female leader?"

"Sect Hierarch, the Angel Envoy has betrayed the Sect, colluding with the female leader who attempted to assassinate Miss Song Ning. We have already subdued them; please, Sect Hierarch, decide their fate!" The disciple spoke with pride.

The Angel Envoy was known for his formidable martial prowess and, relying on the Sect Hierarch’s trust, always looked down on others, never treating them as equals. But now, he could no longer act so arrogantly.

Watching the crowd reveling in their smugness, the Angel Envoy couldn’t help but blurt out, "A bunch of idiots!"

Song Huaxu’s gaze turned slightly cold, "Angel Envoy, what happened exactly?"

"It was Song Ning, she deliberately caused trouble, provoking a fight..." The Angel Envoy recounted all that had happened in detail.

Song Huaxu lifted his hand to calculate, his eyes growing darker.

"Sect Hierarch, what’s wrong?" The Angel Envoy asked anxiously.

Song Huaxu glanced at him coldly, then with a flick of his wrist, a gust of force shattered the ropes binding the Angel Envoy, "Take some men and go quickly to the plank road."

He hadn’t expected these people to be so daring; coordinating their moves and playing these fools like pawns.

"And the female leader?" The Angel Envoy hesitated.

"At this point, can’t you see they’re all in league with each other?!" Song Huaxu snapped, turning toward the direction of the secret chamber. If it was Yan Wanqing and Xiao Pingfeng, their purpose was clear.

It was definitely for Shen Shuyun.

Song Huaxu strode forward without looking back, while the Angel Envoy, after giving those who had recently attacked him a few vengeful kicks, scowled and shouted, "What are you standing around for, move!"

Indeed, they were a bunch of idiots!

By the time the Angel Envoy and his men reached the plank road, many disciples were already scattered about the ground, and quite a few bandits from the mountain’s base had gathered in the middle, moving forward with a threatening air.

And the person standing at the end of the bridge, if not that very ordinary guard, then who?

Xiao Pingfeng heard noises from behind and slowly turned his head.

His tone was not humble, "You’re not too slow."

The Angel Envoy was in a sorry state; his clothes soaked with blood from many beatings by his own people.

The Angel Envoy, sensing the mockery in his gaze, felt a surge of anger.

"You deceived me!" he clenched the long sword in his hand, his voice filled with venom.

Xiao Pingfeng’s lips curved up, "In the world of Jianghu, being deceived and beaten is common. I am not your father or mother; what does it matter if I deceive you?" the Crown Prince said, his usual biting sarcasm.

He crossed his arms over the long sword, his gaze lascivious, raising an eyebrow at the Angel Envoy, "Your face reminds me too much of someone I know; it’s truly an eyesore."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the Angel Envoy felt a gust of wind, and then a pain on his cheek. Instinctively, he reached to touch it, and found both sides of his face had been cut by a drawn sword, while that very ordinary young man casually caught the sword he had unsheathed at some point.

"Kill him for me!" the Angel Envoy shouted hysterically.