An Unexpected Turn: Villain Becomes Dad

“Pah!”

Another mouthful of fresh blood spewed out.

His aura instantly dimmed and his face turned pale.

“How is this possible?”

Li Hao couldn’t believe it.

Li Jun sneered disdainfully: “How is it not possible! You’re just a worthless Eighth stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivator. Be thankful you didn’t die from my palm!”

At this moment, dozens of guards rushed over.

“Your Majesty!”

“Your Majesty!”

The guards drew their weapons toward Li Jun.

“Seize him for Me!” Li Hao roared.

Just as the guards were about to move, Li Jun stepped directly on Li Hao’s face, crashing his just raised head into the ground.

“Ah!” Li Hao howled in rage, struggling to break free.

But the gap between Foundation Establishment and Fourth stage Golden Core realm couldn’t be bridged by bloodline talent. Li Jun’s foot was like an immovable mountain, pinning Li Hao down completely.

“This is your so-called Majesty? Groveling under this Prince’s foot like a dead dog! Hahaha! Li Hao, you really do look like a dead dog now!”

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“You’re courting death, Li Jun! I will kill you! Tear you to pieces!”

Li Hao struggled under Li Jun’s foot, veins bulging in anger. He could only roar in frustration.

“Courting death? Kill me? Do you believe I can kill you right now?”

Li Jun snorted coldly, applying more pressure with his foot. Li Hao’s angry face pressed harder against the floor, his skin tearing from the friction, causing blood to flow.

Crack!

Several of his teeth were knocked out, blood mixing with saliva, making him look pitiful.

“Li Hao, your head is really tough! But, I want to see how tough it is! Is it your head that’s tough, or my foot?”

Li Jun increased the pressure, dragging Li Hao’s head back and forth across the floor. Li Hao felt excruciating pain in his head, knowing that Li Jun was intent on killing him. If this continued, he would surely die. Despite being a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment realm, his head couldn’t withstand such abuse.

“Li Jun, how dare you treat me like this! I am the ruler of the Liyang Kingdom, the Emperor*!”

[*Going forward, I’ll be translating the terms “King,” “Queen,” “Queen Mother,” and “Queen Dowager” to their respective alternates in terms of empire; however, the term “Liyang Kingdom” will be retained will be addressed as a kingdom.]

Li Hao howled.

“So what if you are the ruler of Liyang Kingdom! If I kill you, I will become the ruler!” Li Jun’s face was full of disdain.

Taking advantage of Li Jun’s momentary distraction, Li Hao spat out blood and said coldly:  “My mother is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! She is the strongest person in Liyang Kingdom right now! If you dare to kill me, you will die too!”

“Oh?”

Upon hearing this, Li Jun laughed.

“Didn’t you just poison your mother? Does she still have the strength to care about your life or death?”

“How do you know?” Li Hao was stunned.

“How do I know? Because I helped you find that poison, my dear brother!”

Li Jun laughed proudly.

“Hand over the imperial seal and write an abdication decree, and I will let you die quickly!”

“Dream on! If you kill me, my mother won’t let you go! You bastard!”

Li Hao hissed hoarsely. Li Jun stomped on his head again, dragging him across the palace floor like a rag, leaving long streaks of blood.

“Will you hand it over? Will you write it?”

Meanwhile, in Zhao Shirou’s palace, Yang Chen lay on a chair, watching Zhao Shirou hurriedly sit down cross-legged, her face flushed and hair disheveled, filled with amusement.

Hao’er, you are truly a good son to your father. You’ve helped me once again.

A moment later, the glow around Zhao Shirou dissipated. She exclaimed joyfully:

“Brother Chen, it really worked! The toxins in my body are completely removed!”

Yang Chen smiled immediately: “Of course! This is a great thing!”

“Annoying!”

Zhao Shirou’s face turned red again, thinking about what had just happened, filled her with embarrassment.

Brother Chen, you are really naughty. But luckily, you were here, or else the child wouldn’t have survived.

Yang Chen stood up, holding her in his arms, gently stroking her bulging belly, smiling: “Our son is blessed and will surely achieve great things in the future!”

“Annoying, do you like sons that much?”

Zhao Shirou teased: “What if it’s a daughter? Won’t you like her?”

Yang Chen immediately said: “How could that be? Whether it’s a boy or a girl, they are the fruits of our love! I will love them equally!”

“Bad guy!”

Zhao Shirou’s eyes were full of charm, her body soft in Yang Chen’s arms. At this moment, an untimely voice sounded outside the hall.

“Empress Dowager, the Second Prince Li Jun has rebelled! He is now suppressing the Emperor in the Tianyang Hall, demanding the imperial seal and threatening to kill him! Empress Dowager, please intervene and save the Emperor!”

The voice was urgent. Yang Chen and Zhao Shirou were both startled. Li Jun rebelled? Suppressing Li Hao? Zhao Shirou’s charming face showed hesitation and struggle. Just now, Hao’er poisoned her, attempting to kill her unborn child. Now, he wanted her to intervene to save him?

Yang Chen looked at Zhao Shirou, knowing she still wanted to save Li Hao. Although she was angry earlier, the toxins were now removed. However, her pride made it difficult to act.

Yang Chen, seeing this, said: “Rou’er, Hao’er is still a child! Although his actions were extreme, as elders, we should give him a chance to repent! After all, he is your son whom you raised for decades!”

Yang Chen certainly wouldn’t let Li Hao die now. That kid still had thousands of VPs left. Moreover, he had to die at Yang Chen’s hands to ensure the reward for defeating the Chosen One.

“Brother Chen, you are so kind!”

Zhao Shirou nestled in Yang Chen’s arms, filled with emotion. Hao’er, that bastard, poisoned her, almost harming Brother Chen’s child. But Brother Chen did not resent him, even giving him a chance to repent.

Hao’er, I hope you can forget your hatred this time and accept Brother Chen. He is truly a good stepfather, very kind and tolerant to you.

Yang Chen stroked Zhao Shirou’s charming cheek.

“Fool, I’ve said I will treat Hao’er as my own son! Since I love you, I cannot ignore Hao’er!”

“Brother Chen!”

Zhao Shirou sighed softly. She had been cultivating alone for hundreds of years, never hearing such heartfelt words. Her heart filled with love, her body softened, and she couldn’t help but raise her toes to wrap her arms around Yang Chen’s neck.

“Mm, mm!”

Yang Chen’s pupils widened. Thinking about their recent contact, he hurriedly pushed her away.

“Brother Chen?”

Zhao Shirou’s beautiful eyes were filled with affection, confused.

Yang Chen said helplessly: “Alright, Rou’er, we have plenty of time in the future! Let’s hurry to see Hao’er now! Don’t let him be beaten to death! Okay, listen to you, Brother Chen!”

In the Tianyang Hall, Li Jun had completely let loose, not stopping the news from leaking. Many officials and various cultivation sects of Liyang Kingdom had arrived. Even Xu Qingxuan was among them.

“This is your emperor, the ruler of Liyang Kingdom? Like a dead dog, only fit to be trampled under my foot!”

Li Jun’s voice was filled with arrogance. Beside him stood two middle-aged men in black robes, with flickering thunder and deep auras, both Nascent Soul cultivators.

“They are Nascent Soul cultivators from the Wind and Thunder Sect!”

“No wonder Li Jun is so arrogant, it turns out the Wind and Thunder Sect is backing him! But Li Hao is the emperor appointed by the Holy Son. Should we help?”