Novels by Lily Monroe

A tidal blaze unfurled between heaven and earth, and within the flames—“Holy Emperor…”The warriors of the Solar Kingdom froze.This moment—This was the end.Their power swelled, vast and violent.From all directions the distant onlookers—those who had kept their distance—felt their hearts lurch.The Holy Emperor had fallen.The great factions witnessing it didn’t even dare show their faces.“Kill!”“Kill that brat!”The Solar Kingdom’s elites were enraged.At once they broke into furious curses.In an instant, the crowd drowned in wrath.The strong of the Solar Kingdom were terrified.No one hesitated.All of them lunged to kill Dragon-Slayer and Anthony.“You really want to die together?”The next moment—Anthony struck once.A swath of top-tier experts exploded, their bodies smashed to pieces.Squelch!Some heads spun off into the air.Dead.The Holy Emperor had been killed.But they… were powerless.They could not keep fighting. If they did, the entire Solar Kingdom might be gro

Dragon-Slayer grunted, swallowed the pain in his seams, and rose into it, the sword-edge cutting a white arc.Beside them, Thirteen Smith muttered a curse. “Stupid kid.” The Holy Emperor only sneered, eyes full of scorn.Dragon-Slayer didn’t answer, his grip biting down. “Hnh. I’ll carve you up.”He fought with everything, every stroke meant to kill. Anthony watched, his gaze shifting—he seemed to read the intent, and held his tongue.Boom—the air rolled like a tide swallowing the field. The Holy Emperor’s rampage had passed understanding; each strike was huge and ruthless.A heartbeat later, the gale rose again. His offense poured like a rain-screen, fists and palms crossing, killing intent spearing the clouds. He was a hammer overfilled with thunderfire—blow after blow grinding down.Dragon-Slayer braced in a flash—swordlight fierce—meeting edge with edge.Boom! He staggered back several steps, heart pounding, a flicker of disbelief breaking through his eyes. Why? What in hell did h

Dragon-Slayer dropped lightly to the ground; a tap of the heel, dust settled. He raised his eyes to the figure standing high above, gaze cold, voice low but heavy enough to hold the field.Though his chest still heaved, he ground out each word: “I’m not afraid of you.”“Today, I’ll defeat you—and kill you.”“The Solar Kingdom will never be a match for Ardenia.”“Your warriors are garbage.”The Holy Emperor laughed softly, a rasp like a blade dragging over stone. “You’re sure? Sure you’re not afraid? Then today, I’ll cut you to pieces.”Dragon-Slayer stepped in instead of back, a short drive of the foot, his body tipping forward, killing intent sliding free like a naked edge. He lifted his head and met the sword-hard gaze above, unflinching.The cold in his eyes cut sharper than steel. “To me, you’re—nothing.”“Today, you die.”“I will kill you.”“You think that boy can really keep you safe?” His words fell like a war banner rammed into open ground, snapping in the gale. Wind licked hi

“Y-you—why are you this strong…”Anthony’s mouth pulled into a cold curve. “It’s not that I’m strong. It’s that you’re useless.”Before the last syllable faded, he surged upward, a raptor cutting through knives of wind and sleet, and stooped.Boom!Explosions flowered across the sky, force scattering like invisible hammers pounding the void. Killing intent poured down like a tangible blaze.He raised another fist. Before it even landed, the gale at its edge flayed the dust to air.Bang!The Holy Emperor’s chest was punched straight through. Blood burst like a flower. His armor shattered; a hideous hole tore open across his front. He was blasted backward, blood running in a steady ribbon from his lips, his eyes wide with a terror that couldn’t focus—grasping at reality’s edge and finding nothing.The rim of the armor writhed, trying to stitch itself—futile against the gaping wound.He lifted his gaze in disbelief, and for the first time, true fear flooded his eyes—the primal dread of t

He pulled a breath, dragging his sight back from the dark. He looked up into the Ardenian youth’s face—indifferent, eyes like a winter lake, unruffled.“Your strength isn’t bad,” Anthony said, mild, with a flat contempt folded into it. “Unfortunately for you, you’re facing me. Which makes everything you do useless.”He tipped his chin, the cold at his eye’s corner cutting sharper. “So this is the Solar Kingdom’s best? No more than this.”Contempt, complete and entire.“In all martial ways, speed breaks all.” He sheathed in one clean motion, his pace itself a declaration. The Holy Emperor was fast—unquestionably. But he was facing Anthony. That alone sealed his tragedy.In a handful of exchanges, Anthony had hammered the Holy Emperor’s confidence to splinters. He had never imagined the man before him could be this absurdly strong. Terror—there was no other word in the minds of those watching.To Anthony, it was nothing. His gaze stayed cold; his killing will drew tighter.The Holy Empe

The heaving air over the four quarters suddenly sank. A darkened silhouette dragged itself out of the heights of the sky, like a deeper thread of night within the night, easing toward them. It had no sound, no scent; even the grain of its aura felt sanded smooth—more secret than a ghost, like a frost-sheathed dagger settling wordlessly to the throat.A heartbeat later, a figure fell from the heights. He touched down without a sound, yet his presence tore the silence around him. It was a tyranny that needed no words; with just an inch of ground underfoot, hearts clenched.“Holy Emperor!!”“The Holy Emperor is here!”“Lord Holy Emperor, a god forever…”“Lord Holy Emperor, mighty and unyielding!”“We can kill these Ardenians now…”“We must kill them…”The boiling shouts surged like oil set alight, raising the temperature of every throat at once. The Holy Emperor revealed himself—a man in his middle years, features unassuming, but a severity honed to lethal stillness. When his gaze droppe

The moment Adrian spoke, the crowd erupted in disbelief.“How could a decent young woman possibly smear you in public by risking her own reputation?”“Exactly. Take a look at yourself first. Do you really think you’re some irresistible charmer?”“Stop arguing and apologize already. Make it right with this young lady!”At once, several men stepped forward, looking very much like a pack of self-appointed knights in shining armor.Even the restaurant manager let out a sigh.“Sir, to admit one’s fault and correct it is a virtue. If you’ve done something wrong, you must take responsibility for your actions.”Adrian’s expression hardened as he shot back coldly.“You’re right. Anyone who makes a mistake should bear the consequences. But I didn’t do anything wrong.”“Didn’t you already send someone to retrieve the surveillance footage? Then let’s wait until it’s brought back before passing judgment.”His words made those who had been condemning him—including the manager—hesitate.He didn’t lo

Adrian couldn’t help but frown. Not only did Lydia Nolan show no restraint, she pressed even further.“All it takes is one word from you. Anything is possible…”Without drawing attention, Adrian slid his chair back slightly.“Aren’t you worried that when Philip Mason gets out, he’ll despise you? Look down on you for this?”Lydia Nolan shook her head with absolute confidence. “He won’t despise me. He’ll be happy that I was willing to do this for him.”Adrian truly couldn’t understand her—nor her way of thinking.He even suspected Philip Mason had fed this woman something strange.No matter how you looked at it, how could a young woman sacrifice her own reputation so completely for someone else?Adrian couldn’t help feeling a trace of emotion.“He isn’t worth treating yourself this way. You should think carefully about what you actually like about him—and what it is you truly want.”Lydia Nolan completely misunderstood Adrian’s sincere advice. She took it as a sign that he was about to

Daisy looked at Adrian in confusion, then turned her gaze to Lydia Nolan.Yet no one offered her any explanation.“It’s been so long since the last incident. It shouldn’t be such a big deal anymore. But what does Commander Hamilton have to do with Philip Mason?”Daisy was certain something serious had happened. She knew a little about Commander Hamilton, but Philip Mason was a name she had never heard before.Her questioning eyes settled on Adrian.Adrian let out a quiet sigh and, with no other choice, recounted everything that had happened to Philip Mason in the hospital, including how he had secretly pulled out the silver needles from Commander Hamilton’s body.As for the three Taoist priests and the Siamese dark sorcerer, Adrian summed them up in a single, passing remark.Daisy didn’t probe further.But when she learned that Philip Mason’s actions had nearly cost Commander Hamilton his life, her expression darkened instantly.Especially knowing that Philip Mason had done all this s

“Are you certain there will be an acupuncture bronze figure?”Adrian looked at Vincent Wallace, his interest in attending the World Medical Exchange Summit finally stirred.Vincent Wallace nodded vigorously. “Absolutely. The information I received is definitely reliable!”“Is the registration complicated?”The moment Adrian asked that, everyone immediately understood.Adrian was willing to attend the World Medical Exchange Summit!With Adrian there, securing a top ranking would be effortless.“Not complicated at all. Leave it to us,” Jasper Emerson said cheerfully. “When the time comes, Dr. Doyle can just go with peace of mind—we’ll all go together!”Lorenzo Watson was equally delighted. After all, Adrian was his master.“If my master goes, even first place would be easy!”Lorenzo Watson said this with great pride, but Adrian only smiled and shook his head.“There’s always someone better out there. I don’t plan on taking first place. Let’s see what it takes to obtain the acupuncture b

A few more minutes passed, and Maxwell North’s trembling gradually subsided.Yet his lips were still twitching, and his limbs continued to jerk uncontrollably against the floor.Adrian crouched down and examined Maxwell North carefully. After a short while, he nodded.“That should do it.”Lorenzo Watson nudged William Lane with his elbow. “Old Lane, can you tell what state he’s in?”William Lane shook his head seriously. Although he and Maxwell North were fellow disciples, his research into poisons was nowhere near Maxwell North’s level.What’s more, this was a concoction prepared by Adrian—he couldn’t even begin to imagine its properties.In his eyes, those were merely three ordinary medicinal herbs, neither rare nor toxic in the slightest.“I can’t tell.”Adrian gave them a reassuring look. “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine in a moment.”Fine?The people in the hall exchanged puzzled glances, no one understanding what Adrian meant.Yet just as everyone stood bewildered, Maxwell North’s

The moment Maxwell North heard Adrian agree, he hurried toward the rows of medicine cabinets at the back of the Benevolence Clinic’s main hall. With practiced ease, he pulled open drawer after drawer, grabbing precise amounts of herbs without weighing them.After years of handling medicinal ingredients, he no longer needed scales—he knew the exact quantities by instinct.As if eager to prove himself, Maxwell North moved with remarkable speed.Watching him take herb after herb, Vincent Wallace’s expression grew steadily darker.It wasn’t that the ingredients themselves were particularly precious, but that the number of herbs in the clinic suitable for crafting poisons through complementary and opposing properties was extremely limited.The most potent ones had all been taken by Maxwell North. Even if Adrian used the same ingredients, it would be impossible for him to produce a stronger poison.Vincent Wallace let out a quiet sigh. “Maxwell North truly is a master of poison… all the str