Tang Shirou's lips trembled as tears spilled uncontrollably.She didn't want Chen Xiao to come for her.If she could die alone, that would be mercy enough.
Her gaze drifted beyond the walls of the Tang family base—where Dashan, body covered in wounds, still refused to stop.His voice was hoarse yet unwavering.
"I lost my sister-in-law… so I must bring her back."
The Beekeeper, cloaked in black, let out a faint sigh.A flicker of helplessness passed beneath his hood as he replied,
"How many times must I tell you? Miss Tang is already betrothed.If you insist on this madness, I'll kill you."
Dashan's fury ignited.
"Then kill me!"
The air between them tensed, stormlike, heavy with killing intent.
"Dashan! Go! I am not your sister-in-law!"From the watchtower, Tang Shirou's cry trembled through the air.Her tears blurred her vision—but Dashan did not answer.
He stood unmoved, like a stone resisting the tide,then charged again at the Beekeeper and the masked man beside him!Each stride was heavy, thunderous—every step gouged a mark into the blood-soaked ground.
The masked man exhaled softly. This man... he's relentless.Even battered and broken, Dashan's life force burned like wildfire.No one knew if it was sheer vitality or unyielding faith that kept him alive.
"End him this time,"the Beekeeper said coldly, flicking his sleeve.
Venomous energy gathered invisibly in his palm,then shot out like a needle of death—aimed straight for Dashan's heart!
Dashan didn't dodge.He met it head-on, his body absorbing the strike with brute endurance.Pain exploded through every nerve.He staggered, half-kneeling, his breath ragged—but he did not fall.Every motion of his body seemed to draw strength from the earth itself,as if the land itself pulsed in rhythm with his will.
On the watchtower above, Tang Shirou clutched Tang Xiangui's robes, crying out in despair:
"Make them stop! Please—make them stop!"
Tang Xiangui merely shook his head, satisfaction glinting in his eyes.
"Stop? And ruin the fun? No, no... they can't stop now."
Tears trembled in Tang Shirou's lashes.
"I'll do it—I'll marry into the Yang family!"
"Truly?" Tang Xiangui's tone sharpened."No more regrets, then. If you change your mind again,not only will that oaf below die,but Jiangbei's entire resistance will die with him.You think we can't catch that filthy little lover of yours?"
Her strength left her body.She collapsed to the ground, despair consuming her.The power of the Tang family was absolute—if Tang Xiangui said he'd destroy Jiangbei, he would.
Chen Xiao, Jiang Chu Xue… live well, she prayed silently.
Tang Xiangui smirked down from the tower.
"Very well. Come back."
The Beekeeper and the masked man exchanged a glance and turned to withdraw—
—but Dashan refused.
"Give her back to me!"
His roar split the air, shaking the very heavens.He lifted his arms high, like a mountain ready to fall,then charged forward with a strike that thundered like the wrath of gods.
"Grow!""Smash!"
The ground quaked.His attack was like ten thousand galloping horses crushing everything in their path.Even the air screamed beneath the force of his palm.
Had Chen Xiao seen this, he would have been shocked—Dashan had clearly grown stronger, impossibly stronger.
The masked man moved.Water rippled beneath his feet, his aura shifting.
He possessed the S-rank talent [Shark Soul].Once awakened, it granted him the primal ferocity of a shark—strength like the tides, speed like a predator's strike.
He lunged forward, his leg sweeping out like a fin cleaving the sea.
"Rumble!"
The collision was instant and brutal.Dashan's massive body was hurled aside, blood spraying through the air.He hit the ground, staggered—yet somehow found his footing again.Blood seeped from his seven orifices.He was at death's door.
"Enough, Dashan! Stop! I won't go with you!"
Tang Shirou clung to the railing, sobbing uncontrollably.Why was he fighting like this? Why wouldn't he understand?
"I said—give her back!"
"Bang!"
The Beekeeper's patience finally snapped.Enough was enough.
From beneath his cloak, he drew a steel needle nearly a meter long—its edge glinting coldly in the dim light.
It was his companion weapon,the Venomous Bee Needle.
As it emerged, the air grew still, suffocating.Even the faint breeze felt heavy with poison.
"Once the Venomous Bee Needle is drawn, fate has decided—your life ends here."
His voice was cold, every word like a dagger of ice.Then his form blurred—a black shadow streaking toward Dashan.
Dashan raised his head, unyielding.His chest rose and fell once as he took a deep breath.Then he moved.
His muscles tensed like boulders straining to break the earth.He swung his palm with everything he had—meeting death head-on.
But this time, he was outmatched.The instant their powers collided, Dashan's body trembled violently—his fate seemingly sealed.
Above them, Tang Xiangui's lips curled into a cold smile.Perfect.His granddaughter wed, the fool dead—everything as planned.A pity the Yang father and son weren't here to enjoy the show.
Tang Shirou turned her head away,unable to watch the slaughter she knew was coming.
The Beekeeper's needle pierced forward—a flash of death, a line of silver light cutting through the air!Only inches separated the weapon from Dashan's palm.
This time… he can't survive.
"Bang!"
But then—a deafening sound shook the sky.
The Venomous Bee Needle met something immovable.It hadn't even touched Dashan's skin—yet it struck an invisible barrier,a resistance so immense the air itself rippled in waves.
Shock spread through the Beekeeper's eyes beneath the hood.Dashan stood tall, his breath like thunder.
The impossible had happened.