A rare magical miracle in the world

In suppressing his own Miracle Power, leaving only half his attributes, he defeated him.

Of course, one cannot overlook the factor of Old Luwei's age and frailty.

Yet even so, defeat is defeat.

The Lu Wei Clan never sought any excuse for defeat—the battle was excellent, truly excellent, Old Luwei was completely satisfied!

"Alright, come on."

Old Luwei: "Take my head!"

"Do not worry, for me, Lu Wei of Long Guixiang, dying by your hand is not a disgrace; it is the utmost honor."

"My children, the little devils of my family, will hold no grudge against you."

Old Luwei: "To fight as a warrior till death, and after defeat, to use this insignificant old life to pave the way for my children..."

"..."

"Are you hesitating?"

Old Luwei lowered his head, speaking solemnly, "Do not disappoint me, you are a King after all!"

"!!!"

The old man's words, like a clap of thunder, exploded in Bailuo's mind.
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A King must not possess the compassion of a woman.

A King too afraid to kill his own people is pathetically weak!

"Swing your sword, starting with my head," Old Luwei: "lead your country and my children to the pinnacle."

"You..."

Bailuo clenched the broken blade in his hand, his heart continually weighing the options, and during this process, Bailuo's hand slowly lifted, along with the raised blade.

"Grandfather!!"

Huangquan cried out in alarm, Asura's eyes bloodshot, his nails digging deep into his palms: "King Yatun! Please, I beseech you to show mercy!"

"We no longer wish to be Miracles!"

Between power, status, glory, and Old Luwei, the Ghost Princess chose the latter: "Please stop!"

"I beg you, do not harm Grandfather," Yaksha wept torrents of tears: "I was wrong, I apologize, I apologize to you, if you must chop, chop me, please don't chop Grandfather..."

"Thump!"

To the side, Rakshasa said nothing, but he slammed his head heavily into the ground, the plea in the gesture needing no words.

"Boom!"

It was in this moment that golden, blue, blood-red, gray-white, and purple lights of Miracle Power soared into the sky.

"Whirl!"

The pages of the Black Leather Book finally turned at this moment, and on that ninth page, the final step boldly revealed itself—swing the sword and provide relief for the old man!

[Ancient Chronicles]

Contract: Bailuo Yatun

Level: Middle Tier

Species: Miracle Clan

Faction: Dawn and Dusk

Clan: Bietianjin God: Ghost Princess, Tianjin God: Asura, Tianjin God: Huangquan, Guojin God: Rakshasa, Huojin God: Yaksha

Method of Awakening: Swing the sword and provide relief for the old man

An immense amount of Miracle Power surged into Bailuo's body, which also contained the genuine feelings of The Lu Wei Family.

They bore no ill will toward Bailuo; instead, they wholeheartedly admired him.

But, from the bottom of their hearts, they all beseeched Bailuo, hoping that he would not kill Old Luwei.

"How unsightly."

Old Luwei, looking at the Miracle Light emanating from his descendants, felt slightly disappointed.

Even though it was so grand, so brilliant, to the old man's eyes, he just couldn't bear to watch: "The warriors of Sakura Country should be as sharp as a blade, you should be the King's ruthless weapons."

Aggression, racism, hegemony, tyranny, madness, brutal and relentless.

Now what?

They care about family ties!

Can such beings truly be considered the strong of Sakura Country?

"Swing your sword."

Old Luwei, with his back to Bailuo: "When you take my head, they will truly transform, from a group of children sheltered under broken tiles, into genuine gods without mercy, Hell's Evil Ghosts."

"And they will conquer new lands for you, unstoppable."

Can a person compare to a Miracle?

"..."

Bailuo raised the broken blade in his hand, and then, under the horrified gaze of The Lu Wei Family, he slashed it across Old Luwei's neck.

"I have blocked their path."

"With my beheading, clear their way forward."

Blood spurted out, and what echoed in his ears was the old man's heartfelt gratitude: "Thank you, great King."

"Whirl!"

As the old man's body slowly fell, at that moment, the information on the ninth page of the Black Leather Book became utterly complete...