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

Thornton Trinity frowned, her face etched with disdain.“No matter what, we are your elders. Is this any way to speak to us?”Russell Sanders lifted his chin arrogantly, not sparing her a second glance.“Elders? You think you deserve that title? Sign the contract and you might live. Otherwise, every ten minutes you stall, I’ll kill one of you—until there’s no one left.”He dragged over a chair and sat down carelessly.The words left his mouth with unsettling ease, as though taking a life meant nothing at all.But the vicious glint in his eyes was unmistakable, and Joanna Emerson and the others felt a chill of fear creep in.Even without asking, they already knew who had been orchestrating everything behind the Hill family’s downfall.And they could not be certain that Russell Sanders was bluffing.He, for his part, had no intention of wasting more time.“Think it over carefully. The choice is yours.”Joanna Emerson trembled with rage. Seeing his absolute confidence only deepened her f

At that moment, a booming voice rang out from outside the door.“Is this the restaurant that poisoned its customers?”Serena Hill’s heart sank. She turned around to see a group of uniformed officers filing in.Some of the diners—whether out of malice or mere curiosity—hurriedly pointed toward the private room.“Officers, are you here to investigate the poisoning? The people are inside.”“I heard someone died after drinking tea. I suspect the poison was in the tea leaves!”“That’s terrifying. Who knows if any of the other dishes were contaminated?”“We can’t come here anymore.”Hearing the overlapping chatter, the officers’ expressions immediately grew grave.“Someone has already died from the poisoning?”They wasted no time and followed the directions into the private room.The room was already crowded with people, packed to the brim.“Secure everyone. No one is allowed to leave!”The restaurant staff fell into disarray, voices rising in anxious protest.The urgency on Serena Hill’s f

Neil Peterson’s ability to read people was second to none. The moment he noticed Cameron Hill’s troubled expression, he quickly agreed and bent slightly as he escorted him toward the door.Just as the door opened, someone outside pushed in at the same time—nearly causing a collision.“Who—”Neil Peterson was about to speak when he caught sight of the group: uniformed officials, unmistakable in their presence, led by a stern-looking man.“Sir, you are…?”“Who is Cameron Hill?”The tall man in the lead swept his gaze over them, his demeanor authoritative and unyielding.Cameron Hill stepped forward immediately.“I am.”The man glanced at the photo in his hand, then back at Cameron.“The actual controlling shareholder of Joy Hotel—Cameron Hill, correct?”Though confused, Cameron nodded.“We have received reports that Joy Hotel has long been providing a venue for illicit transactions involving prohibited substances. All responsible parties are required to come with us for investigation.”

The monk was about to speak again to dissuade him, but Adrian had already stepped into the pool rich with spiritual energy without a backward glance.He clearly had no intention of listening.Emptiness let out a sigh as Adrian sat down cross-legged.Strangely, small bubbles began to rise in the milky-white water. The monk’s eyes widened.Why was the pool suddenly reacting like this?Before he could make sense of it, Adrian had already taken out the spirit beast core and swallowed it without hesitation.He closed his eyes and immediately entered a meditative state.With no other choice, Emptiness sat nearby to stand guard. There was nothing unusual around them—his role as protector amounted to little more than waiting.Out of boredom, he picked up a small stone.At that moment, the spring began to churn violently.Emptiness snapped to attention.During cultivation, there was always the risk of losing control—especially after consuming something as potent as a spirit beast core.And Adr

“I have to admit, this spirit beast core is so pure it almost feels unreal.”After cultivating for so long in such a hidden sanctuary, the Qiongqi’s core had reached an astonishing level of refinement.Adrian nodded, gazing at the bead-like core, as if it existed within a veil of clouds.“It’s quite beautiful.”Emptiness suddenly extended his hand toward Adrian, the core resting quietly in his palm.“I retrieved it for you—how will you thank me?”Adrian answered without thinking, “I’ll treat you to a meal.”Given the value of a spirit beast core, such a response would have been almost insulting to anyone else.But for Emptiness, it was exactly what he wanted.“Mr. Doyle, you’re a delightfully straightforward man!”“Here—take your core.”As Adrian accepted it, he could still feel the heat radiating from its surface.The core resembled a flawless piece of craftsmanship, perfect beyond compare.Even the wealthiest or most powerful individuals in the world would be driven mad at the sight

Emptiness nodded vigorously. It was more than useful—it was extraordinary.To call it timely aid would be no exaggeration.After all, he was clad in nothing but a thin monk’s robe. With this staff in hand, he no longer had to fear the chilling aura of the Qiongqi.“Now then—it’s time for my counterattack!”He began murmuring an incantation under his breath. At once, the staff shimmered with a radiant golden glow.An unseen force seemed to take hold of the dark, unassuming rod, and in an instant, it blazed with resplendent light.Now!Adrian instantly understood what Emptiness was doing. In a flash, he appeared at the Qiongqi’s flank and launched a fresh wave of attacks.Under the combined assault of Adrian and the staff, the Qiongqi let out furious roars.The coordination between them formed a deadly angle—no matter which direction the beast turned, it could not escape the relentless strikes that followed.With Emptiness controlling the staff from afar and Adrian pressing in close com