A child who could not even properly control his own flames. That was the day something inside Rong Yanchen completely shattered.
If his father could not treat him fairly, then there was no reason for that father to continue living.
That resentment slowly twisted into madness.
And madness soon turned into slaughter.
That very night, blood covered the palace halls.
Rong Yanchen personally killed his own father. Then one after another, he hunted down all of his brothers mercilessly.
Screams echoed throughout the clan grounds while corpses piled beneath his feet. He spared no one.
Only one target remained in the end.
The youngest prince.
The little cub who possessed the heirloom.
Rong Ye.
At first, Rong Yanchen did not kill him immediately because he wanted to retrieve the heirloom first.
But before he could act, his uncle secretly escaped with Rong Ye under the cover of chaos. By the time Rong Yanchen realized it, both of them had already disappeared completely.
After that, he searched desperately for them.
But all he ever received was one piece of information.
The child had died.
And the heirloom was nowhere to be found.
Eventually, Rong Yanchen had convinced himself that both were truly gone from the world forever.
Yet now...
The heirloom was once again hanging right before his eyes.
And the little cub he failed to kill had returned alive.
Rong Yanchen’s breathing became chaotic as his eyes remained fixed on the violet pendant. His fingers trembled slightly without him realizing it.
For the second time in his life, he felt the same crushing despair he had once experienced inside the palace hall all those years ago.
Meanwhile, Rong Ye simply looked at him coldly before slowly tightening his grip around the heirloom.
The next second, a terrifying bloodline pressure spread outward from the pendant.
The surrounding fox-beastmen instantly changed expressions.
Boom.
One after another, they dropped to their knees without control.
Even Rong Yanchen’s trusted subordinates could not resist the pressure contained within the heirloom. Their faces turned pale as their bloodlines instinctively submitted.
Then loud voices rang through the forest in complete unison.
"We greet the future leader of the nine-tailed fox clan!"
"We greet the future beast king!"
Those words echoed heavily inside Rong Yanchen’s ears.
He slowly looked around at the kneeling figures, then back at Rong Ye standing proudly before him with the heirloom in hand.
At that moment, Rong Yanchen finally understood one terrifying truth. How much he has tried to change the future, it all came back to the same point.
Rong Ye was extremely satisfied looking at the kneeling crowd before him.
For the first time in so many years, he finally felt a strange heaviness inside his chest slowly disappear.
As he looked at Rong Yanchen’s pale and ugly face, countless memories flashed through his mind. His father’s death, his brothers dying one after another, and his uncle desperately protecting him while escaping from that blood-filled palace.
His fingers slowly clenched.
In his heart, he silently whispered.
"Uncle... the time has finally come. Your Rong Ye will definitely avenge you."
His eyes darkened with coldness.
Then suddenly, he pulled Su Qinglan behind him protectively, completely shielding her body from everyone’s gaze. His tall figure stood firmly in front of her like an unbreakable wall before he slowly lifted his eyes toward Rong Yanchen.
A mocking smile slowly appeared on his lips.
"Elder brother... now you should finally remember your younger brother."
His voice was calm, but every word carried sharp ridicule.
Then he slightly lowered his head in fake politeness and said lazily, "Rong Ye greets Elder Brother."
The moment his words fell...
BOOM!


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