A beam of light feathers shot straight towards the sword, shattering the condensed sword intent Luo Bingfeng had created. It then continued on, aiming directly at Luo Bingfeng’s heart.
Luo Bingfeng did not dodge or resist. He simply watched as the black outlined light feather pierced his chest and emerged from his back. His face showed a mixture of nostalgia, reverie, and relief.
The long sword in his hand slowly descended. He looked at Qian Ye with a dim gaze and said slowly, “So, you are Anduia’s successor. To witness the divine technique of the Blackwing King, Luo’s final journey is truly splendid.”
Qian Ye stood still, still shielding Song Zining behind him. Luo Bingfeng was overwhelmingly powerful, capable of killing everyone with a casual strike. If it weren’t for his restraint since the start of the battle, followed by Song Zining’s deadly countermeasures and a bit of luck, they wouldn’t have come this far.
Although Qian Ye felt that Luo Bingfeng was nearing his end, he remained cautious. At this point, Song Zining was also extremely vulnerable, but for some reason, he insisted on coming to the courtyard. With one finger, anyone could crush Song Zining now.
Ignoring the vigilant Qian Ye, Luo Bingfeng walked straight to the woman sitting motionless and reached out to help her. As his fingertips touched her clothes, she suddenly transformed into countless streams of light, dispersing with the wind.
Only then did Qian Ye realize that when Luo Bingfeng’s illusionary sword shattered, the woman had already left, vanishing completely, her entire form dissipating from this world. Perhaps she never had a physical form, and the sword was her true self. The courtyard’s original layout seemed to have the power to lock time, maintaining that moment until the great formation of the Holy Mountain was broken by the Empire’s numerous powerhouses, allowing time to flow forward again.
Thus, when Luo Bingfeng entered the courtyard, he saw the moment when Ruixiang was assassinating Nan Nan.
Now, Luo Bingfeng still seemed unwilling to accept this reality. He reached out repeatedly, but each stream of light passed through his palm like the wind, flying upward and disappearing. Only when the last speck of light vanished into the horizon did he let go, filled with regret.
After what seemed like an eternity, Luo Bingfeng awoke from his trance, gazing at the long sword in his hand with a somber expression. The sword was split into black and white, the same one Ruixiang used to break the courtyard’s defenses and kill Nan Nan. The sword itself did not possess such power; it was Zhang Buzhou who added strength to it, making it invincible. This sword, which could break through the courtyard sealed by Luo Bingfeng himself, was bound to wound him deeply.
At the moment the sharp blade pierced her heart, she must have been joyous and willing to accept it. Because the blade did not land on Luo Bingfeng.
Perhaps Luo Bingfeng had thought of this, or perhaps he hadn’t. He flicked the sword’s edge, and an image of a stern middle-aged man appeared in the air, his deep, cold eyes staring at Luo Bingfeng without expression. As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, the courtyard was filled with a suffocating aura. Clearly, with the last remnant of his power, Zhang Buzhou’s consciousness had arrived here, no longer a lifeless shadow.
Luo Bingfeng and Zhang Buzhou locked eyes, their gazes seemingly sparking with lightning and fire.
Luo Bingfeng let out a long cry, saying, “Big brother, when you entrusted me with the Holy Mountain and the passage, I promised to protect them with my life. Today, I believe I have fulfilled that promise.”
Zhang Buzhou’s expression changed slightly, then returned to calm.
Luo Bingfeng raised the sword to his brow and said, “This sword carries your power, embodying your presence. So, this blow repays the life-saving grace of the past and ends our brotherly bond.”
With those words, Luo Bingfeng turned the sword around and stabbed himself, piercing his own heart!
Zhang Buzhou was visibly shaken, reaching out as if to stop it, but his hand stopped halfway, failing to block the strike.
The light in Luo Bingfeng’s eyes gradually dimmed. He said slowly, “Our past is severed. If there is a next life, I will fight you to the death!”
With a thud, Luo Bingfeng finally fell, a great warrior reduced to dust.
Zhang Buzhou sighed inwardly, then his gaze shifted to Song Zining and Qian Ye. When he saw Qian Ye, his expression seemed to shift, and he pondered something, raising his right hand slightly.
Seeing this, Song Zining suddenly flung a floating leaf, striking the black-and-white long sword. As the leaf adhered to the blade, it immediately dyed the sword with a new green, severing Zhang Buzhou’s power source.
“You dare!” Zhang Buzhou roared, about to attack, but his image began to blur and twist, leaving him powerless to strike from a distance.
Song Zining laughed loudly and said, “There are indeed things this young master would not dare to do, but unfortunately, offending you, Great Celestial Zhang, is not one of them! You should focus on your cultivation in seclusion. Goodbye, and no need to see us off!”
Zhang Buzhou’s anger boiled over, his lips moving as if cursing, but his image was so faint that his words could not be heard.
Qian Ye walked towards Luo Bingfeng’s body, intending to lift him up. After all, Luo Bingfeng was a peerless talent, and to be brought down by Zhang Buzhou was truly regrettable.
But at that moment, the entire Holy Mountain began to tremble, and in an instant, the earth quaked, and even Tide Listening City shook.
The sound of the waves suddenly grew louder, and the endless East Sea surged with towering, earth-shaking waves, crashing against the cliff coasts. Each wave was higher than the last, connecting the sky and the ground, as if it could shatter the entire sea cliff in one blow.
Deep in the East Sea, a mysterious and massive will slowly awakened, silently observing everything.
The mercenaries on the Holy Mountain staggered, and almost none below the rank of war general could stand, rolling down the mountain. The offensive war horns slowed, changing to retreat signals, and the mercenaries immediately retreated like a tide.
They vaguely sensed that something extremely terrifying was awakening deep within the Holy Mountain, and even the most ferocious and bloodthirsty mercenaries felt instinctive trembling, unable to stand, let alone attack. The two sides were not on the same level, and the gap was too vast for willpower to bridge.
Not only the mercenaries, but even some of the Empire’s surviving powerhouses began to tremble. However, Elder Li and the old man from the Imperial Palace became extremely excited, staring intently at the peak of the Holy Mountain, not even blinking.
The shaking of the Holy Mountain intensified, and with a thunderous boom, the small courtyard at the summit slowly sank, carrying Luo Bingfeng’s body into the depths of the Holy Mountain.
Qian Ye grabbed Song Zining and flew into the sky, looking down at the bottomless pit appearing in the Holy Mountain, his expression grave.
The small courtyard carrying Luo Bingfeng’s body sank into the pit, disappearing entirely.
Though many coveted Luo Bingfeng’s treasures, no one dared to risk entering the pit at the heart of the Holy Mountain, and could only watch the courtyard disappear with regret.
Qian Ye, however, was relieved. This was the only way to honor Luo Bingfeng, allowing the great warrior to rest in peace.
The Holy Mountain began to collapse, and from the pit, a huge, dark light sphere rose, rotating slowly and emanating a grayish halo. The inner part was deeper in color, containing unimaginable energy. Its appearance sent a warning signal to all the powerhouses, making them subconsciously retreat in all directions as if being hunted by an ancient beast.
A deep black fissure then opened in the dark light sphere, like the pupil of some enormous being.
Seeing the pupil open, Song Zining suddenly pushed with all his might, shouting, “Get in!”
Caught off guard, Qian Ye was thrown directly into the pupil. As he passed through, he faintly heard the furious curses of the Empire’s powerhouses, but could not make out the words.
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