Chapter 3 of the week!

Well yes, this was.... shitty? Just told you guys I would update everyday and then.... EM European Cup. I had to watch you know? And well after that.... it's hard to write at 1 am night.

So guys sry for yesterday, but I WILL try to get a regualar daily chapter from now on.

Chapter 92 Dao of Kingship (2)

I'm done for.

Rean knew the best that he was no match against nascentstage cultivators. Early nascentstage was bearable as he could escape at his own. Everything above that, would mean instant death for him. Not even mentioning a speak nascentstage expert like the black lady staring at him, even a normal mid nascent stage was more then enough to dispose of him.

This was also why he had kept low-key up to now. He never truly engaged into slaughter as he knew that as soon as he killed to many and caught the enemies attention, he would be as good as death.

But now it seemed that even though he had been careful and cunning enough, he couldn't escape fate. The black lady, as beautiful as she might be, was more then enough to kill him ten times over and as long as he wouldn't encounter some sudden miracle he had no way of escaping her.

Thinking all this, Rean already found himself retreating at high speed. He knew that it was unlikely for him to escape this calamity, but notherless he had to at least try to get away.

After all He had someone to come back to and as long as there was nothing worth to throw away his live for, he was planning to get back to Nia.

But it was to late to escape. The black clothed lady closely followed behind Rean and as she did the killing intent only became stronger. A strange light was shining inside of the young womans eyes as she almost franticly chased behind the fleeing Rean.

As the later saw the eagerness with that the woman was following him, he only could curse. He already expected the woman to try killing him, but he still had a small hope that she would be too serious about chasing him. If so, he would have used some lifesaving tricks to make it troublesome for her and let her give up on killing him.

But as it looked right now, this woman had some unknown grudges with him. After all why else would she go after him radiating such shocking killing intent and eagerness?

With every minute Rean was fleeing, the woman slowly got closer to him and as she did, her facial features distorted more and more. Her aura also seemed to change at high speed. Instead of the majestic and overbearing pressure that bore down onto Rean earlier, her aura now was more….. sick?

Evilness and craze transmitted from the formless pressure and while there was still some pride and knighship mixed into the dark cloud that the aura seemed to form it felt like someone had taken a completely fine person, someone with strong principles and believes and suddenly crazed them. Letting her fast complete despair.

Rean clearly felt this completely disturbing mix and as he looked back he suddenly caught the black ladies eyes.

Craze, Madness, Desire to kill.

Helplessness, Desire to die, Eyes asking for help.

The eyes he found himself looking into contained a complete mess of feelings and as Rean looked into them he could help but feel bad for this woman. Something had gone terribly wrong with her and as it seemed there was no help for her.

"Shit, why had I to encounter her?"

To Rean this situation was well.…. shit.

Not only had he encountered a late nascentstage, that nascentstage expert was also a freaking lunatic. Under this circumstances, how the hell was he supposed to survive?

With any moment and any meter the woman came closer Rean became more desperate. How could there be any hope of survival faced with such a crazy bitch? What could he even do to have the slightest sliver of a change against this demon?

Despair surfaced as he once again turned his head only to stare into two deep pits filled with madness and chaos.

20 meters

15 meters

10 meters

5 meters

As the crazed woman was only 5 meters away from Rean and his hopes to get away finally completely shattered. He falling into the endless abyss called helplessness and resignation, he suddenly made a decision.

She was crazy, so if he was to die why not doing to in a grand manner? Why not showing this god damn bitch how crazy HE could be?

"YOU WANT TO KILL ME?

HAHAHAHAHA DREAM ON AND DIE!."

He decided. he wouldn't fall down, helplessly, in despair and designated to die a meaningless death. For one time in his live, he would give his all, give up on everything and just KILL.

In this moment Rean really gave up on everything. He gave up his live. He gave up his love, he gave up his country. He gave up his feelings. He destroyed his believes. He blower up his rationality. He servered his bounds.

His live was unimportant.

His feelings were meaningless.

His love was eternal, but he wasn't.

His believes were crushed.

His only restrain was cut.

Now

He was free.

In this moment, after crushing, severing, cutting, wasting, giving up and destroying everything that he had ever build up in this live of his, he truly became himself. This was his purest form, a form even purer then a newborn.

There was only Rean and his dao. Rean was the dao, while the dao was Rean. And while this pure form continued to exist, some kind of madness began to rise inside of Rean. It did not come from Rean himself, meaning his own mind. It directly came from the dao he represented right now.

The dao of Kingship.

And while this madness seemed to contradict the exceeding pureness of Rean, because of some strange reason it did not taint it at all. Rather it even raised the pureness. It made the originally pure form of Rean even purer, or rather, it complemented it and made it complete.

This was no normal madness. It was the madness of a king. It was the state in that a true king would fall facing extermination.

A normal king would run, or try to negotiate. Using every way possible to protect their lives. They will give up their kingdoms and betray their citizens. This is what a many kings are like.

But this is not what a true king is like.

The dao of Kingship is a dao containing the complete way of a king. And as a dao, how could this way belong to a normal king? To an inferior king?

The way of a king contained in the dao of Kingship was the true, the perfect way of a king. It was the utopian king, something rarely seen in the world.

And this way, the way of true kings, it contained the endless madness that filled Rean right now. The madness of a true king facing certain death. The moment in that the king will smile and fight to the last drop of blood.

The dao was Rean and Rean was the dao.

And like this, the rage and madness contained inside of the dao also belonged to Reans true self.

All this took sometime to describe, but in fact it happened within the single moment Rean made the decision.

And the next thing that happened was,

laughter

Suddenly Rean stopped. The woman not reacting fast enough almost bumped into him, but as she was late nascentstage and had experienced many battles with sudden changes, she managed to dodge away and also stopped a few meters way.

Surprised over the sudden stop she stared at the still standing Rean. Her eyes, despite being filled with craze and madness contained a spark of wariness as she was prepared to counter any move coming from Rean.

It was not that she really took Rean as a danger. After all he was only some corestage cultivator and even though he might have some special techniques it would be something that could treaten her. Despite that, her instincts, one of the only things that stayed intact in the endless sea of madness that raged inside of her, clearly told her to be careful of this unusual youth.

Just as she already lost her short temper, a laughter echoed out.

In seconds it sweet over the whole area stopping every fight on it's way.

It wasn't that crazed men suddenly laughing at the battlefield was strange to the men fighting here. But this laughter was different. The pure sound of it already made their blood boil and shivers go up and down their spines.

It was crazy. It was mad. It was full of hate. It infilled them with fear. But it did not belonged to a lunatic. This laughter as crazy and maniacal as it might be, triggered something within this soldiers.

And while the church soldiers suddenly felt a huge pressure bearing down onto them, the kingdoms warriors felt energy raging up inside of their boiling blood.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH

SO THIS IS IT. THIS IS ME.

YO WOMAN, I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT.

FUCK I DON'T EVEN CARE WHO THE FUCK I AM.

LET'S FIGHT. FIGHT AND DIE!"

Every single word was filled with a roaring blowing up everyone's mind. The pure might of the words already caused the soldiers to be amazed. Who da fuck was the man wielding this powers. And where did he come from?

The black clothed woman on the other side was also astonished. This was the first time she had ever seen a corestage cultivator being able to display something like this. But even more importantly this was the first time she had met a person, cable of making her blood boil it such manner.

As she glanced over to the youth with his tyrannical gaze and the distorted face filled to the brim with killing intent and madness a strange smile appeared in the corners of her mouth.