Chapter 447: The Final Battle of Destruction! (Part 2) Bonus Chapter for 70,000 Recommended Votes
Updated: 2013-11-18 15:53:55 Word Count: 3363
As Mu Yunhe's body gradually became luminous, the Great Demon King's eerie voice suddenly rang out in disbelief: "Mu Yunhe, are you insane! You actually want to use your soul power? You madman, stop now, and I can give you half of the spoils!"
A terrifying power surged forth from Mu Yunhe's body. The people who had been driven and chased by the monsters felt safe in the light, while the monsters were too frightened to move when they saw the light.
The Great Demon King was also terrified. He hadn't expected Mu Yunhe to actually use the power of his soul, nor had he expected Mu Yunhe to be so fearless, and even less had he expected Mu Yunhe's soul power to be so strong! In that moment of shock, he wanted to flee in panic. He was ruthless enough, but he wasn't reckless.
"You madman! You will be annihilated, you will be torn to pieces. You have used your soul power, so you can no longer exist in this world. You've gone mad! Don't you want Luo Zhiheng anymore?!" The Great Demon King's voice was tense and urgent, and he began to retreat defensively.
Upon hearing the Great Demon King's words, Luo Zhiheng's already pale face turned almost transparent white inch by inch. She stared blankly at Mu Yunhe's body, enveloped in light. His body disintegrated inch by inch in the ancient city where blood flowed like rivers, its beauty as radiant as the sun, moon, and stars. She saw the last trace of reluctance on his face as it disappeared into the light, and in the blink of an eye, tears streamed down her face.
They had reached their wits' end; they had no way out.
She didn't know if Mu Yunhe could see her expression, but in that instant when tears streamed down her face, she smiled like a flower.
Even if we are truly destroyed, do not be afraid, do not be reluctant, because we will not be separated, we will be together in life and death, she has always been able to do what she said!
She understood his responsibilities and his choices. She would not complain or be afraid; if this was the step he was going to take, then he should take it decisively.
She paid no heed to the howling wind around her, the menacing aura and the stench that assaulted her face. Soul destruction? No, she was not afraid. If Mu Yunhe were to truly disappear from this world, she would stay by his side until the death!
Mu Yunhe withdrew his gaze, his eyes now filled with a deep smile and resolute determination. He understood the resolve in Luo Zhiheng's eyes, her understanding and consideration, and her heart. Having such a woman in his life, who would follow him through life and death, never abandoning him, what regret could he possibly have in death?
The great demon king opposite him was screaming madly, but Mu Yunhe remained calm and watched. When his soul power increased to a point where his body could hardly bear it, he smiled and suddenly rushed towards the black mist.
A massive beam of light shot into the darkness, the stark contrast and powerful shockwave causing the city walls and ground to tremble violently. The monsters, still roaring and slaughtering innocent humans, seemed to freeze in that instant.
Boom boom boom!
A series of enormous explosions rang out, the power of which shattered everything completely engulfing the black mist, inch by inch, covering all the darkness. In that instant, this place, which was dark, bloody, ugly and filthy, was left with only a dazzling white!
The world seemed to be completely purified in that instant.
And those terrifying monsters shattered in that instant. A series of cracking sounds rang out, and fragments purified the darkness in the light before vanishing completely from the world.
The world seemed to freeze. All the survivors stared in utter horror at the miraculous and solemn scene before them. They knew they were saved. Before the monsters could utterly destroy them, Mu Yunhe had saved them with his own body. But the white light still lingered. They didn't know if Mu Yunhe was still there.
Whether they were there or not, it filled them with heartfelt shock and gratitude.
Luo Zhiheng watched helplessly as the bright white light shone so brightly, almost bringing tears to her eyes. She clenched her fists, the hilt of her battle sword digging painfully into her palms. She used the sword as a crutch to support her swaying body. She needed to see with her own eyes that her Yun He was gone before she could truly give up on herself.
She could hear the reluctance, hesitation, bewilderment, and determination in her own footsteps. She saw herself walking into the place covered in light, but she knew she was still very far from Mu Yunhe.
The light gradually faded, and the black mist disappeared. Luo Zhiheng's eyes widened suddenly, and a strong sense of life and joy burst forth from her previously despairing eyes. Tears blurred her vision. 17893844
His body was still there, stiff and unsteady, his clothes tattered, his dark hair disheveled, and blood still trickling down his arm. She couldn't see his expression; she didn't know what had happened to him, but at least for this moment he was still standing there, he existed, he was still alive!
Luo Zhiheng felt as if all the blood in her body had returned to normal. She didn't know where the strength came from, but it prevented her swaying body from collapsing. Instead, it filled her with power, and she even started running, rushing towards Mu Yunhe. But the next moment, her steps came to an abrupt halt.
Mu Yunhe's body collapsed right in front of her!
Luo Zhiheng stepped into the blood pit, her shoes soaked with blood. She stared blankly as Mu Yunhe collapsed to the ground, feeling the blood freeze again. Luo Zhiheng's eyes gradually turned bloodshot. However, she saw a black-clad man with torn flesh staggering and slowly standing up in front of Mu Yunhe.
The black mist dissipated, finally revealing the man's true form: skin so white it was almost ghostly, deep-set eyes, a high-bridged nose, and crimson lips. His long hair, like the claws of a demon, danced wildly in the wind. He stiffly raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he said in a chilling tone, "Mu Yunhe, you've lost after all! This venerable one isn't so easily defeated."
Mu Yunhe's condition was not optimistic. He was unable to move at the moment. He stiffly raised his head, then lowered it again. After trembling a few times, he finally called out hoarsely, "Aheng!"
The Great Demon King suddenly looked up at Mu Yunhe's back, staring at him with suspicion and uncertainty, wondering if Mu Yunhe was faking it? Otherwise, how would he know that Luo Zhiheng was standing not far behind him?
When Luo Zhiheng saw the man stand up and found that he was so evil that it was suffocating, while Mu Yunhe was lying on the ground, she froze. At this moment, Mu Yunhe's call was more effective than any magic pill, rescuing Luo Zhiheng from the boundless darkness and despair.
With just one sentence from Mu Yunhe, she knew what he wanted her to do. Without hesitation, Luo Zhiheng drew her sword and charged towards the Great Demon King.
There's no reason why Mu Yunhe couldn't destroy the person he used all his power to destroy. Although the Great Demon King is still standing, Luo Zhiheng believes that as long as she delivers another blow, she can send him to his death. Crushing the Great Demon King only requires the weight of a single straw.
When the Demon King saw Luo Zhiheng charging towards him with her sword, his expression changed. Although Luo Zhiheng was running unsteadily, she still had the strength to kill with her sword. He was only putting on a brave front; if Luo Zhiheng really struck him, he would probably be in dire straits.
"I'll do it!" Qin Sheng's voice suddenly rang in her ears, and the battle sword was snatched away by Qin Sheng. Luo Zhiheng then saw Qin Sheng swiftly and ruthlessly thrust the sword towards the Great Demon King.
Luo Zhiheng felt relieved; the Qin Saint's strike was definitely a hundred times stronger than hers! Looking at the Demon King's face contort in that instant, she felt incredibly satisfied!
As expected, the blade struck the Demon King squarely in the heart. The Demon King collapsed to the ground, his body suddenly becoming transparent.
The Great Demon King stared blankly at the knife in his chest, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, yet his smile was eerie. He said in a sinister tone, "You will regret this, Mu Yunhe, you will definitely regret this! In the name of the supreme ruler of the Demon Clan, I curse you, I curse you and Luo Zhiheng to never be together! Even if you both live, you will only ever pass each other by. I curse you to never be able to stay together for the rest of your lives!"
Luo Zhiheng's expression changed. Although she didn't believe in curses, the bizarre appearance of the great demon king was truly terrifying. Luo Zhiheng almost roared at Qin Sheng, "Kill him! Give him a few more cuts!"
The Qin Saint was also enraged, and without hesitation, he unleashed several blows, each strike landing squarely on the Demon King's heart, almost tearing it apart. Only when the Demon King could no longer speak and closed his eyes did he stop.
Luo Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the Great Demon King was surely dead. At that moment, Mu Yunhe also struggled to turn over and lay on the dirty ground, looking at her. The two looked at each other, their eyes and hearts filled with relief and joy at surviving a disaster. For a moment, Luo Zhiheng almost collapsed to the ground.
Although they were still a little distance apart, they both laughed. She didn't know how Mu Yunhe was doing, but as long as he was alive, even if he couldn't take care of himself in the future, she would happily stay with him and protect him.
"Aheng!!"
Luo Zhiheng's vision blurred. She didn't understand why Mu Yunhe had suddenly screamed so shrilly. What was wrong? She felt her body dazed, as if she had suddenly become much lighter. Wasn't she trying to climb towards Mu Yunhe? But why did it feel like she was flying? Luo Zhiheng was still confused when her vision finally went dark, and she completely lost consciousness. 150.
Mu Yunhe's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his body suddenly bulged from head to toe. He let out a hoarse scream, but he no longer had the strength to snatch back his Aheng. He just watched helplessly as Aheng was taken away from him by someone who suddenly appeared! And he was completely plunged into darkness. His hand was stretched out forcefully towards the direction where Luo Zhiheng disappeared, so forceful, yet so powerless.
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448 A substitution of one thing for another, the death of Zhiheng! (Part 1)
Updated: 2013-11-19 16:54:15 Word Count: 7237
The wind felt like a knife scraping across my face, the pain piercing to the bone.
When Luo Zhiheng groggily opened her eyes, it was already dark. She was probably awakened by the cold. Opening her eyes, she saw a misty, desolate scene. She felt a sense of unfamiliarity and desolation, and shook her head. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain shot through her face. Startled, she instinctively touched her cheek.
Bright red blood, glaringly bright, covered both hands.
The howling wind, though mournful, could not express the terror and desolation in Luo Zhiheng's heart. She stared blankly at her hands, blood still dripping from her cheeks, falling slowly before completely congealing. The clear color and intense pain told Luo Zhiheng that her face was injured, and severely so.
What exactly happened?
She was shocked and furious, but quickly regained her composure. She felt excruciating pain and had no strength left in her body. A sudden gust of wind knocked her to the ground, and before she could get up, a pair of blood-stained brocade shoes came into view.
A voice that startled Luo Zhiheng came from above: "Finally awake? If you hadn't woken up, I would have thought I was going to get to know you in such a boring way."
The voice was sinister and twisted, filled with an overwhelming hatred, its teeth clenched as if it wanted to devour the nude photos alive, tear them apart, and rip them to shreds.
Luo Ningshuang and Luo Zhiheng suddenly looked up, staring at the person in front of them in disbelief. Their gazes flickered inexplicably before finally settling on the blood-stained dagger in Luo Ningshuang's hand. Even though the knife was covered in blood, its sharpness was still evident.
It's me, my dear sister Luo Ningshuang. Her smile is alluring and seductive, yet her face is twisted with hatred.
"You're still alive?" Luo Zhiheng was shocked. After all, the Qin Saint wouldn't lie. The situation in the General's Mansion must have been very serious. Logically, Luo Ningshuang should have been dead without a burial place, but now Luo Ningshuang was still alive and well.
She should have realized it sooner. Given Luo Ningshuang's cunning and ruthlessness, how could she possibly die so easily? And now, Luo Ningshuang appeared before her in this way, at her weakest moment. Luo Zhiheng couldn't simply assume Luo Ningshuang had come to chat and reminisce; her guard was raised.
Upon hearing Luo Zhiheng's words, Luo Ningshuang's face contorted even more viciously. She bent down abruptly, grabbed Luo Zhiheng's chin, and said vehemently, "You're not dead yet! How can I die? You're my dear sister! You were born before me, so naturally I'll die after you! Aren't I so well-mannered and polite?"
Luo Zhiheng could see the coldness and anger in Luo Ningshuang's eyes, and she also saw her own face reflected in Luo Ningshuang's eyes. In that instant, Luo Zhiheng felt her blood almost flow backward and her heart suddenly stop beating. She just stared blankly at herself in Luo Ningshuang's eyes.
That face, seemingly crawling with countless bloodsucking worms; that face twisted with bloody scars; that face so badly ruined that not a single resemblance to its original appearance could be seen—Luo Ning, you…
That was her face.
"What did you do to me?" Luo Zhiheng suddenly grabbed Luo Ningshuang's hair, her anger erupting with terrifying force. But this force wasn't her true strength; it was merely the momentum born of her momentary rage and despair. She forcefully tore at Luo Ningshuang's hair, screaming: "You vicious person!"
Luo Ningshuang screamed, but her voice sounded more like a shrill laugh mocking her as she tried to break free from Luo Zhiheng's grasp. But Luo Zhiheng was too enraged; she held on tightly, using almost all her strength. The ruthless grip on that one hand seemed to be trying to tear Luo Ningshuang's hair and scalp off together.
Luo Ningshuang, wincing in pain, stopped laughing and brandished her dagger. Unfortunately, the dagger pierced Luo Zhiheng's arm. The pain caused her to lose all her strength; all the power she had gathered dissipated, and she collapsed to the ground, kicked several times by the frenzied Luo Ningshuang.
The pain, devastation, collapse, and bone-deep agony, an unprecedented state of utter misery, struck.
Luo Zhiheng collapsed onto the cold ground, her body convulsing and trembling uncontrollably. Her mind went blank, and all her nerves felt only one thing: pain, pain, pain, pain.
"You're the one who's human! You stole everything from me! I've wanted to do this for so long! Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day? Hahahaha! You want to know what I did to you? Fine, I'll tell you!" Luo Ningshuang laughed maniacally, her face contorted as she stared at Luo Zhiheng's icy gaze. That gaze had once filled her with dread and left her utterly helpless. She had once feared Luo Zhiheng, but now Luo Zhiheng was at her feet, utterly powerless to resist. She could do as she pleased, holding the power of life and death over Luo Zhiheng.
That feeling was absolutely amazing!
Luo Ningshuang's face flushed an unnatural red with excitement, and her whole body trembled slightly. She stomped on Luo Zhiheng's hand, grinding it so hard you could hear her teeth grinding. The words she uttered, filled with anger and cold-blooded cruelty, were truly like sharp knives: "I've slashed your face, destroyed your features that look exactly like mine! Luo Zhiheng, from today onwards, you are no longer the desert goddess admired and loved. You will become a complete freak, a monster that everyone avoids at all costs! Aren't you happy? Aren't you excited? Hahahaha!"
Seeing that Luo Zhiheng remained silent, without the hysteria, pain, despair, fear, or fawning she had imagined, Luo Ningshuang suddenly felt resentful. She loathed Luo Zhiheng like this. She didn't know when it had started, but the Luo Zhiheng she had always controlled, teetering on the edge of being a lovesick fool or an idiot, had become unpredictable, unclear, and uncontrollable. Sometimes, just seeing Luo Zhiheng made her afraid.
This filled Luo Ningshuang, a reborn woman with unfulfilled ambitions, with utter disgust and rage. She wished she could kill Luo Zhiheng, but each time she failed to find the opportunity. As Luo Zhiheng's fame grew and Mu Yunhe's favor towards her increased, Luo Ningshuang felt the pressure mounting.
In her past life, she had merely endured her fate passively, but her resentment towards Luo Zhiheng was so deeply ingrained that even drinking the Meng Po soup couldn't dispel it. She dared not, nor had the chance, to rebel against Luo Zhiheng in her past life, but fate had given her another chance—a chance to be reborn and start anew. How could she not seize this opportunity?
But she had grasped the fact that everything was fine and under control. So when exactly did things start to change, to become uncontrollable? She clearly knew the futures of many people, but many things in this life began to deviate from what she knew, no longer the way they were supposed to be, nor the outcome.
The most unexpected thing was Luo Zhiheng. She said that a demon crawled out of hell and returned with hatred and ambition. How could she let Luo Zhiheng go? But everything Luo Zhiheng did was beyond her control. She was both wary of Luo Zhiheng and unable to control her desire to destroy her. Finally, just when she was about to despair and give up, that day finally arrived.
While Luo Zhiheng was unconscious, she writhed and mutilated Luo Zhiheng's face. As each deep, slow cut landed on Luo Zhiheng's delicate, alabaster-like skin, and as she saw Luo Zhiheng wince and gasp in pain even in her unconscious state, she felt a vengeful pleasure, a sense of satisfaction and excitement. 152
She not only destroyed Luo Zhiheng's face with each cut, but also her life. She wanted to make Luo Zhiheng submit to her, admit her mistakes, and kneel before her. She wanted Luo Zhiheng to know how utterly deserving of death she was. She wouldn't kill Luo Zhiheng easily; she would destroy Luo Zhiheng's face, torment her heart, and then kill her body. She wanted to repay Luo Zhiheng, bit by bit, all the grievances, blame, and pain from her two lifetimes, tenfold.
However, none of the pleas, pain, terror, and despair that she had anticipated from Luo Zhiheng appeared. Luo Zhiheng simply stared calmly at her狰狞 face, and those cold eyes were so bright that they gave Luo Ningshuang a sense of dread.
Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think you can threaten me? Do you think I'll submit to your power? Dream on! Do you still think you're that pampered young lady, the darling of Luo Ge? Do you still think you're Mu Yunhe's beloved wife? Do you still think you're the desert goddess in people's hearts? Pah! Stop dreaming! Do you know what you look like now? You're no different from a female ghost! Even if you were thrown in front of a group of beggars, they wouldn't have any interest in raping you, you ugly monster! Luo Ningshuang cursed incoherently, hysterically mocking...
Although it was Luo Zhiheng whose face was ruined, Luo Ningshuang appeared to be even more agitated and frantic than Luo Zhiheng.
Luo Zhiheng just stared at Luo Ningshuang without any expression of joy or sorrow, as if the woman who had just screamed wasn't her at all. Her gaze towards Luo Ningshuang was as if she were looking at a dead person.
Luo Ningshuang was shocked by Luo Zhiheng's calm and cold gaze, and then flew into a rage. Now Luo Zhiheng was like meat on her chopping block; she could do whatever she wanted with her. Not only did Luo Zhiheng not kowtow and beg for mercy, but she even dared to look at her like that.
"Everyone, you're not in pain, are you? I'll make you hurt even more!" Luo Ningshuang screamed and raised the knife again, bringing it down hard on Luo Zhiheng's face.
Luo Zhiheng abruptly closed her eyes. She didn't resist; she simply couldn't. She was in so much pain that she didn't even have the strength to lift her arm. At this moment, even if Luo Ningshuang wanted to kill her, she could only endure it.
The pain intensified, yet Luo Zhiheng couldn't even cry anymore. That numbness, that intense pain, was perhaps a blessing from heaven; at least the numbness meant she wouldn't feel the excruciating pain anymore.