As Mei approached, her eyes narrowed slightly, her voice tinged with a hint of curiosity. "You slept in Ling's room all night?" she asked, her tone measured.
Lie Renwo's countenance turned sheepish as he protested, "It was merely an accident, Mother."
Mei's gaze shifted to Ling Yin, her expression stern. "Why didn't you reveal your twin sister's existence to me earlier? And how did she become a member of the Ling Family?"
Ling Yin's response was laced with trepidation. "Miss Mei, I... am also a Ling Family member, Miss Mei."
Lie Renwo and Mei exchanged shocked glances, their faces frozen in astonishment.
Mei's composure was momentarily rattled, but she quickly regained her poise. "Oh, it's nothing. Don't cry, I comprehend why you joined our family."
Ling Yin's eyes widened in surprise. "You truly understand, Miss Mei?" Mei nodded affirmatively. "Yes, I do."
Lie Renwo's gaze suddenly darted towards a mysterious woman clad in a dark long jacket and mask, her right leg adorned with familiar bangles. Without hesitation, he excused himself, saying, "I'll be right back, Mother." He pursued the enigmatic woman, calling out, "Hey, you! Stand there, I want to have a brief conversation with you, please."
The woman halted, her voice laced with caution. "Don't get any closer, stay where you are and speak."
Lie Renwo complied, his eyes fixed intently on the woman. "But... you're not from this realm, are you?"
The woman's tone turned defensive. "Why would you say that? What proof do you have?"
Lie Renwo's response was measured. "The bangles on your leg are not commonly worn in our realm. Few women adorn themselves with such accessories."
The woman's demeanor shifted, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency. "Oh, I see. Then I have to go... bye."
Lie Renwo's eyes flashed with determination. "Please wait, I need to know your name and see your face."
The woman's response was enigmatic. "My name is Feng."
Lie Renwo's eyes narrowed slightly. "Feng? What about your face? Can I see it?"
The woman turned to flee, but her clothing became entangled, and Lie Renwo seized the opportunity to glimpse her face. The woman's mask fell, revealing her identity, and Lie Renwo's eyes widened in shock. "Lyraea!"
And some guy with a long beard with no hear who was listening to their conversation saw it and shouted, "There is a demon!! There is a demon!"
Lie Renwo quickly grasped Lyraea, urging her to flee. "Run, Lyraea! Please forgive me for what I did, I still love you."
Many warriors were hot on their heels, intent on capturing Lyraea. Lie Renwo valiantly defended her, repelling their attackers with his formidable martial skills. Lyraea glanced back, her voice barely audible as she whispered, "I love you more, Lie."
With those words, she vanished into the Demon Realm, leaving Lie Renwo to face the wrath of the Master Guide, who appeared, his face etched with anger. "Why did you let the demon girl escape, Lie Renwo?"
Lie Renwo's response was subdued. "Sorry, Master, but I had to." He then departed, flying back to his mother with a tinge of sadness.
The tournament resumed, the stands packed with spectators eager to witness the next match. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, the crowd's fervent whispers and gasps punctuating the air.
As the tournament progressed, the four remaining families clashed in a battle for supremacy. The Wáng Family's last powerful warrior, Jiao Long, and the Li Family's powerful goddess, Lu Feng, were unstoppable forces, their abilities honed to perfection.
Jiao Long had reached level 10, his power unmatched, while Lu Feng had attained level 9, her strength formidable. The other families trembled at the prospect of facing these two warriors.
Wáng, the cunning patriarch of the Wáng Family, approached Mei, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I do hope you won't suffer another defeat, Mei. Remember our accord? If you lose, the Xiao Family's cooperation will be mine to claim. " Hahaha!" Wáng's maniacal laughter echoed through the air, sending a shiver down Mei's spine. Lie Renwo, witnessing the exchange, steeled himself for the challenges ahead. "I will overcome any obstacle to ensure our family's cooperation succeeds," he vowed to himself.
Meanwhile, Lyraea returned to the Demon Realm, where her father, the Dark Emperor, inquired about her whereabouts. "Where have you been?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of suspicion.
Lyraea's response was measured. "I came from Gods realm where I visit my love, the son of the supreme God you killed." The Dark Emperor 's eyes widened in astonishment, his face pale with shock. "Impossible! The Supreme God's lineage ended with my victory over the last Supreme God. Their bloodline was extinguished."
The Dark Emperor 's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of forgotten history and ancient secrets. Lyraea's gaze remained enigmatic, her thoughts shrouded in mystery. The fate of the realms hung in the balance, as alliances were forged and broken, and the very fabric of reality trembled with anticipation. As the Dark Emperor 's ire escalated, he vociferously threatened Lyraea, "If I ever lay eyes on you consorting with that insufferable Lie Renwo, I will annihilate him, just as I exterminated his father!"
Lyraea's countenance turned livid with rage, and she vociferously retorted, "I will not be deterred! I love him more than I love you, you odious father!" The Dark Emperor 's face turned puce with fury, and he dealt Lyraea a stinging slap, leaving her cheek aflame.
Lyraea's eyes blazed with a fierce determination as she declared, "You will not live to torment me further, Father! Lie Renwo will be your nemesis, and he will dispatch you to the depths of oblivion!" Tears of anguish and rage streamed down Lyraea's face as she turned to flee.
The Dark Emperor's voice thundered after her, "Where do you think you're going? You will not escape my wrath!" Lyraea's response was laced with venom, "I am going to the same realm you so callously condemned my mother to! May you rot in the depths of despair, you loathsome father!" With that, she vanished into the shadows, leaving her father to seethe with impotent rage.