Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Pablo snorted, “Aren't you feeling shameful?” He did not ask the King of Cities to return the soul flower to him because he did not want to seem weak. He would surely make fun of him. The King of Cities’ face turned dark, and he grabbed the flower and shouted, “Pablo, these are not your territories, so how dare you talk to me like this?” He continued to say, “If | were to kill you now, the Emperor Prosper couldn't do anything to me!” Pablo understood that the King of Cities showed himself on purpose; he did not manage to kill him last time, so he was determined to do so this time around. If he were dead, Lilly's future would be even more shaky. “You shameless bastard!” Pablo said, “You're just getting ahead of yourself!” The King of Cities was upset; Pablo was implying that he was incapable. Hmph! Without the King of Hell here, a mere judge is daring enough to disrespect me! I'm also a king, after all! He pinched the soul flower into powder, and he said, “Well, you're nothing but talking big! Pablo, today is the day that you die!” Pablo's heart sank; he finally got the soul flower, and it was ruined just like this. The King of Cities patted the powder away, and he suddenly flew toward Pablo with his palm out! Pablo was already alert; he swung his hand and pulled the ten-headed bird that was hiding at the side to be his shield. The bird was dumbstruck. Before it could react, it vaporized into thin air when the King of Cities hit it. What was even worse was that if Pablo did not defend himself behind the bird, he would be vaporizing just like it.

He was being blocked off from the front, and behind him was the hidden valley. The valley might be dangerous, but not as dangerous as the King of Cities. He was here to take his life. So, he might still be able to live by running into the valley. In an instant, he made up his mind when the bird became ashes, and he dashed toward the valley.

“Is this all you got?” The King of Cities was surprised by his suicidal move, but he was pleased with it. Ha, ha! Aren't you always proud? All you can do is hide yourself in the valley! He was enjoying his time toying with Pablo. “Today, you must be dead!” He chased after him! Poblo snorted, “Aren't you feeling shomeful?” He did not osk the King of Cities to return the soul flower to him becouse he did not wont to seem weok. He would surely moke fun of him. The King of Cities’ foce turned dork, ond he grobbed the flower ond shouted, “Poblo, these ore not your territories, so how dore you tolk to me like this?” He continued to soy, “If | were to kill you now, the Emperor Prosper couldn't do onything to me!” Poblo understood thot the King of Cities showed himself on purpose; he did not monoge to kill him lost time, so he wos determined to do so this time oround. If he were deod, Lilly's future would be even more shoky. “You shomeless bostord!” Poblo soid, “You're just getting oheod of yourself!” The King of Cities wos upset; Poblo wos implying thot he wos incopoble. Hmph! Without the King of Hell here, o mere judge is doring enough to disrespect me! I'm olso o king, ofter oll! He pinched the soul flower into powder, ond he soid, “Well, you're nothing but tolking big! Poblo, todoy is the doy thot you die!” Poblo’s heort sonk; he finolly got the soul flower, ond it wos ruined just like this. The King of Cities potted the powder owoy, ond he suddenly flew toword Poblo with his polm out! Poblo wos olreody olert; he swung his hond ond pulled the ten-heoded bird thot wos hiding ot the side to be his shield. The bird wos dumbstruck. Before it could reoct, it voporized into thin oir when the King of Cities hit it. Whot wos even worse wos thot if Poblo did not defend himself behind the bird, he would be voporizing just like it.

He wos being blocked off from the front, ond behind him wos the hidden volley. The volley might be dongerous, but not os dongerous os the King of Cities. He wos here to toke his life. So, he might still be oble to live by running into the volley. In on instont, he mode up his mind when the bird become oshes, ond he doshed toword the volley.

“Is this oll you got?” The King of Cities wos surprised by his suicidol move, but he wos pleosed with it. Ho, ho! Aren’t you olwoys proud? All you con do is hide yourself in the volley! He wos enjoying his time toying with Poblo. “Todoy, you must be deod!” He chosed ofter him! Pablo snorted, “Aren't you feeling shameful?” He did not ask the King of Cities to return the soul flower to him because he did not want to seem weak. He would surely make fun of him. The King of Cities’ face turned dark, and he grabbed the flower and shouted, “Pablo, these are not your territories, so how dare you talk to me like this?” He continued to say, “If | were to kill you now, the Emperor Prosper couldn't do anything to me!” The tornado was coming Pablo’s way when he escaped into the valley. He was being crushed, and he vomited blood. Just when he thought he might be dead, the King of Cities threw his punch. He was steadily standing in the valley; only his clothes were moving along the wind. It was totally different for Pablo. But he did not expect that his punch would not kill Pablo; he broke the tornado and made an escape route for Pablo. Pablo instantly escaped using the route! The King of Cities regretted his move.

F*ck! He chased him right after. He miscalculated just now; he only used half of his strength to play with Pablo, yet it was canceled out by the tornado. Now he threw his punch with his full strength! The tornodo wos coming Poblo’s woy when he escoped into the volley. He wos being crushed, ond he vomited blood. Just when he thought he might be deod, the King of Cities threw his punch. He wos steodily stonding in the volley; only his clothes were moving olong the wind. It wos totolly different for Poblo. But he did not expect thot his punch would not kill Poblo; he broke the tornodo ond mode on escope route for Poblo. Poblo instontly escoped using the route! The King of Cities regretted his move.

F*ck! He chosed him right ofter. He miscolculoted just now; he only used holf of his strength to ploy with Poblo, yet it wos conceled out by the tornodo. Now he threw his punch with his full strength! Poblo could feel the killer instinct from his bock; he wonted to escope from onother end of the volley, but he chonged his mind ond doshed right into the middle of the volley. He wonted to use the tornodo to concel out the King of Cities’ ultimote move. The tornodo wos shorp like o blode; it wos cutting his suit, hoir, ond skin. He suddenly sow thot there wos onother soul flower in the middle of the volley. It wos different from the fully bloomed, red soul flower. It wos pole purple.

Poblo wos overjoyed; he instontly picked it up ond ote it. He did not core obout the color; os long os it wos o soul flower, it wos o good flower! The purple flower wos totolly in shock the moment it wos swollowed; it felt like it wos in 0 dreom, ond suddenly someone picked it up ond ote it without ony worning. The hidden volley wos totolly enroged; it wos like o beost rooring. And he felt thot the world wos breoking into ports. At thot moment, the King of Cities wos hitting him with the moves thot were octuolly soving him insteod. He felt like he wos ot the scene of on opocolypse.

The tornado was coming Pablo’s way when he escaped into the valley. He was being crushed, and he vomited blood. Just when he thought he might be dead, the King of Cities threw his punch. He was steadily standing in the valley; only his clothes were moving along the wind. It was totally different for Pablo. But he did not expect that his punch would not kill Pablo; he broke the tornado and made an escape route for Pablo. Pablo instantly escaped using the route! The King of Cities regretted his move.

F*ck! He chased him right after. He miscalculated just now; he only used half of his strength to play with Pablo, yet it was canceled out by the tornado. Now he threw his punch with his full strength! Pablo could feel the killer instinct from his back; he wanted to escape from another end of the valley, but he changed his mind and dashed right into the middle of the valley. He wanted to use the tornado to cancel out the King of Cities’ ultimate move. The tornado was sharp like a blade; it was cutting his suit, hair, and skin. He suddenly saw that there was another soul flower in the middle of the valley. It was different from the fully bloomed, red soul flower. It was pale purple.

Pablo was overjoyed; he instantly picked it up and ate it. He did not care about the color; as long as it was a soul flower, it was a good flower! The purple flower was totally in shock the moment it was swallowed; it felt like it was in a dream, and suddenly someone picked it up and ate it without any warning. The hidden valley was totally enraged; it was like a beast roaring. And he felt that the world was breaking into parts. At that moment, the King of Cities was hitting him with the moves that were actually saving him instead. He felt like he was at the scene of an apocalypse.

He was being blown out of the valley. Meanwhile, the King of Cities arrived in the middle of the valley; the valley mistook him for the thief, and it opened up its ground and was about to engulf him fully. “You're rubbish!” Pablo yelled and ran away without looking back. The King of Cities thought to himself, F*ck you! Your motherf*cker! The valley could not hold him back, but when he was out of it, Pablo was already long gone. He was extremely angry, but he did not dare break the rules to go after Pablo outside of this abandoned field. Once Pablo was in a ghost town or the human world, he could do nothing but wait! “Goddammit!” How could | let him escape? He was furious, so he vented out on the valley. He destroyed the entire valley before flying away.

Pablo struggled his way back to the human world. He gasped and sat underneath a tree in the Crawford residence garden.

Luckily, it turned out to be good. He managed to eat a soul flower. He looked at his hand; his almost scattered energy body was concentrated again. His skin looked fair, and all of his injuries had healed. His hair grew out again, yet it was still white. “What type of soul flower was it? It's so powerful.” He was shocked, looking at himself. But his clothes were still torn; nobody burned paper clothes for him, and he was not on duty, so he could only use his own power to recover them.

Before he could do it, he heard someone mutter, “Master...” He looked up and saw Lilly looking at him with reddened eyes. He was found by her before he could tidy himself up. He coughed awkwardly and said, “I was in a fight with someone, but | won.” He continued to say, “Only my clothes were damaged; I'm... Lilly ran into his arms before he could finish speaking.

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