106: Chapter 106 A Boy
Qin Xiaogan hovered high above the Great Xia Empire, his eyes calmly overlooking a city below.
This city was the most economically developed in the Great Xia Empire, and it was also the closest to the Great Xia capital, Huacheng.
However, before slaughtering the city, he would first use up his accumulated attribute points.
"System, open the panel. Max out everything except defense with the attribute points."
Ding-dong!
【Attribute points allocated.】
【Host: Qin Xiaogan】
【Strength: 275000+5 (Equipment)】
【Speed: 253000】
【Defense: 53000】
【Spirit: 463000+5 (Equipment)】
【Death: 1400】
【Rank: SS+】
【Balance: 0】
【Equipment: [God] hell kitchen knife, [Super God] crown of death】
【[Super God Level] Primordial Smelting Furnace, [SS] Eye of the Undead King, [SS] Jun Ming, [S] Turn Over a New Leaf, [SS] Resilience, [S] Void Walker, [Trait] Monarch's Arrival, [Trait] Avici】
【Warning!】
【Host attribute points have reached the bottleneck, converting to divine power...】
【Conversion complete】
【Host: Qin Xiaogan】
【Traits: Monarch's Arrival, Avici】
【Status: ?? Error ??】
【Primordial Divine Power: 820】
【Death: 1400】
Qin Xiaogan looked at the transparent panel before him, his brows furrowed slightly.
What the hell, one million attribute points only exchange for one hundred divine power?
According to Qin Xiaogan's conversion formula.
10 cities equal 100 divine power.
To reach ten thousand divine power, he would need one thousand cities.
The Great Xia Empire was far from enough.
Thinking of this, Qin Xiaogan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Since Great Xia wasn't enough, he would just slaughter one thousand cities from the River of Time.
Anyway, he couldn't go back for now, so he might as well increase his strength first.
Immediately after, Qin Xiaogan flashed and leaped into the city.
"You piece of trash, do you deserve to have an arranged marriage with Yutian?"
A group of boys were surrounding a dirty boy on the ground, kicking and punching him wantonly.
The leading boy was tall and clearly entering young adulthood. He had a ferocious expression and spat a thick glob of phlegm onto the little boy.
"If it weren't for the Garrison Lord demanding we leave the city immediately, I would beat you to death!" He shouted viciously, his eyes full of malice and disdain.
The little boy on the ground looked only seven or eight years old. His face was flushed red like a ripe apple, his hands were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were white from the effort.
He roared in a low voice: "Jia Lun, you are going too far! Yutian hasn't said anything, yet you are the one barking like a dog!"
The little boy's eyes burned with angry flames; despite being at a disadvantage, he remained fearless.
Upon hearing this, Jia Lun was even more furious. He raised his foot and kicked the little boy hard again: "You death-seeking thing, you dare to talk back!"
The little boy was kicked and rolled on the ground a few times, but he still stubbornly raised his head, staring fixedly at Jia Lun.
Seeing this scene, a red light flashed in Jia Lun's eyes. His gaze was full of triumph and arrogance, and then he threw out a piece of paper, sneering.
"Barking? I'd like to see who is barking!"
The boy on the ground looked at the slowly drifting paper, his pupils shrinking violently, and he kept muttering to himself.
"Impossible... how could this be." His voice trembled, filled with disbelief.
Because the content on this paper indicated that Yu Yutian had officially become the Jia family's child bride.
Jia Lun looked at the boy's dazed appearance, feeling secretly delighted, his smile becoming increasingly unrestrained.
"Oh, right, Luo Xiu... you didn't know, did you?" He deliberately dragged out his voice, filled with heavy mockery.
"Your Luo family's garrison has already died in the eighteen coastal cities. To survive, your parents have already sold you to me, hahahahaha."
Jia Lun laughed wantonly, the laughter echoing in the air, extremely grating.
"And, your parents even knelt before me, begging me to buy you, hahahaha." Jia Lun said while laughing.
"Right now they are probably up there, watching me humiliate you." Jia Lun raised his head and pointed toward the pavilion.
Luo Xiu slowly raised his head and looked up with great effort.
On the pavilion, his parents were indeed standing there.
In the past, although their faces didn't show much expression, they had never been so cold and heartless.
Those cold eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger, without the slightest warmth or care.
At this moment, Luo Xiu's heart felt as if it had been thrown into an ice cellar, gradually turning cold.
Physical humiliation, his beloved girl being taken away, his parents' betrayal—each of these things, taken individually, could make someone's blood boil and rage with anger.
But, appearing all at once, it only made one feel deep despair...
Luo Xiu stared blankly at his parents on the pavilion, tears blurring his eyes.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat seemed blocked, unable to utter a single word.
Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled past, messing up his hair.
Luo Xiu took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was trembling with extreme anger and despair.
"Jia Lun, I'll fight you to the death!" Luo Xiu roared and lunged at Jia Lun.
Jia Lun dodged to the side, easily avoiding it, and then kicked Luo Xiu to the ground.
"Just you? You deserve to fight me?" Jia Lun looked down at Luo Xiu, his eyes full of contempt.
At this moment, an urgent shout came from afar: "Young Master, come back quickly, it's time to leave!"
Jia Lun glared viciously at Luo Xiu, then said coldly to his followers.
"Beat him for me..."
After saying this, he turned and left in a hurry, his clothes flapping in the wind, leaving a group of followers to surround Luo Xiu.