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Such martial arts, such cruelty, such rampant killing intent—all of these made the experts of Dongming tremble with fear! Looking at the person who came bathed in blood, who was clearly dressed in purple robes and had a beautiful face, yet was as terrifying as a demon!

The people of Dongming kill for a mission.

The martial arts practitioners of the imperial dynasty kill each other in order to survive.

And she—Lan Qi—kills for the sake of killing?!

At that moment, she seemed possessed by a demon, her unique blue eyes shining brighter than ever before, yet utterly cold and ruthless.

Wherever the purple shadow goes, wherever the jade fan passes, death is certain and the soul is scattered!

At that moment, Ning Lang, who was on Song Gen's back, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance at that bloodthirsty purple shadow and those cold and ruthless green eyes.

"pain……"

A soft murmur escaped Song Gen and Xie Mo amidst the chaotic battle. Turning around, they were overjoyed: "Junior Brother is awake!" As they spoke, the two raised their swords and killed two Dongming experts. Then, they carefully put Ning Lang down from their backs.

"Junior Brother, where does it hurt?" The two quickly checked Ning Lang's entire body, worried that they might have accidentally injured their junior brother again in the chaos.

Ning Lang seemed not to hear, his gaze fixed on the distance ahead.

"Junior Brother?" Seeing that Ning Lang did not answer and was just staring blankly ahead, the two of them couldn't help but follow his gaze and felt a chill in their hearts.

Here, whether they are from the Eastern Sea or the Imperial Dynasty, everyone is bleeding and killing, but there is only one person who is the most terrifying!

Demonic souls are merciless, and Asuras devour blood!

In that instant, both of them thought of those words at the same time.

Feeling Ning Lang struggling to get up in his arms, Song Gen quickly pressed him down, "Junior Brother, what are you doing?"

Ning Lang's gaze remained fixed on the purple figure as he struggled to his feet, muttering, "Killing so many people... she'll be in pain... she can't... she'll be in pain..."

"Junior Brother!" Xie Mo exclaimed in surprise.

"..." Ning Lang opened his mouth but could not make a sound. He just stared ahead, then his gaze wandered and his eyes slowly closed again.

"Junior Brother!" Song Geng's heart tightened. He reached out and checked Ning Lang's nose, his wildly beating heart calming down. Thank goodness. He then slung Ning Lang back onto his back. "Fight our way out! We can't let Junior Brother die here!"

"Hmm." Xie Mo gripped the longsword tightly.

The moon quietly slanted, and the night quietly passed.

The fires at the foot of the North Gate and South Peak extinguished, then extinguished again, but the killing continued.

Most of the heroes of the Imperial Dynasty had perished, but those who remained were all seasoned warriors with high martial arts skills. Under Ming Er's leadership, the group gradually broke through the encirclement of Dongming. Meanwhile, the experts from the Ming and Lan families slowly formed a protective circle, keeping the Dongming experts out and protecting the group as they rushed out of the stone house.

When they finally saw the forest ahead, the heroes of the dynasty were exhausted, but their hearts were filled with joy.

Finally... finally they made it out!

But how could the people of Dongming let them leave so easily?

Thus, the heroes of the imperial dynasty fought their way back, pursued relentlessly by the masters of the Eastern Sea, from the stone house to the plains, and from the plains to the forest...

A trail of blood, severed limbs, corpses, and screams of agony!

Why can't we ever kill all these Dongming people? They're always blocking our way.

Yuwen Yi gasped for breath, his vision blurred, and his limbs gradually went weak. He bit his tongue hard, using the sharp pain to rouse himself, and took another large step forward. Suddenly, he heard the sound of wind behind him, accompanied by his younger brother Yuwen Luo's cry: "Big brother, to the left!"

Without moving his body, he flicked his wrist, raising his long whip to instantly intercept the sword thrusting from the side. At the same time, he thrust his left-hand sword forward, piercing the opponent's chest squarely. He pulled out the sword and retreated, blood gushing out, a few drops splashing onto his face, but he felt no warmth. This body, too, was numb.

"Big brother, behind you!" His younger brother called out again. He immediately swung his whip backward and caught a long spear.

"Ah!" A sudden scream rang out. Turning his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of a purple shadow out of the corner of his eye, a long trail of black hair flashing through the air. Instantly, without thinking, Yuwen released his spear and whipped it towards the purple shadow. The wind howled behind him, but he couldn't care less. With a "thud," the spear pierced his back, the tip visible in his chest. He felt an unprecedented pain, but he couldn't let go, he absolutely couldn't let go of the whip!

That day, he failed to catch her, and she fell into the sea and was swallowed by the storm. This time, he will definitely catch her!

"Big brother!" Yuwen Luo cried out in terror.

Yuwen seemed oblivious, his left hand, still holding the whip, steadily coiled around the purple-clad figure, deftly placing him on the ground. Someone swung a blade at him; he raised his left hand, his longsword held high, his expression calm yet fierce as he met the attack. The blade cut deeply into his shoulder, the sword slicing across his opponent's neck, blood splattering—it was unclear whether it was his opponent's or his own. His vision blurred; he vaguely saw someone fall, and heard someone scream in terror, "Brother Yuwen!" Hmm, he couldn't fall yet. The wind whistled behind him again; the enemy was at it again. He lashed out with his whip, seemingly striking something. Ignoring it, he raised his sword again, inhaled, turned, and swung it down fiercely. A sharp crack struck something, and another pain shot through his abdomen. Blood filled his vision, and something fell with a thud…

"Big brother!"

Yes, that's my little brother's voice, trembling with tears. Honestly, someone his age cries so easily.

"Brother Yuwen!"

Hmm, whose voice is that?

Then, the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, so quiet that not a sound could be heard... Had everyone on Dongming Island died? The sounds of swords and spears ceased, the shouts of battle also stopped. Hmm, at least they were all dead... My mind relaxed, my body went limp, finally... I could rest.

Suddenly, I faintly heard many sounds again, like many people calling, shouting, and crying… It was so noisy. My body was being shaken, it hurt so much. I wanted to tell them to stop shaking me, it hurt… But all I could see was heavy blackness. I had no strength left, I was so tired and sleepy. The darkness grew thicker and thicker, and I was about to sink into it forever, never to return… No! I haven’t seen it yet…

"Big brother! Big brother!"

"Brother Yuwen! Brother Yuwen!"

Struggling to lift his eyelids, he saw his younger brother Yuwen Luo's face, covered in tears and snot. It was so dirty! He had to tell him to wash it off quickly, otherwise his father would scold him again. Besides, going out like that would bring shame to the Yuwen family. However, it looked rather funny, like a cat's face.

"Brother Yuwen!"

An urgent voice pierced his eardrums, then a strand of black hair floated before his eyes, and he was instantly jolted awake. Then he saw clearly... purple clothes, black hair, eyes... it was a tearful face, looking at him with sorrow, heartbroken. It was Rong Yue... He couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Big brother!" Yuwen Luo watched as a faint smile slowly bloomed on his brother's face, his lips moved as if he wanted to speak, so he quickly leaned down and put his ear close, only to hear a very soft murmur that escaped like the wind.

"So it wasn't..."

Suddenly, it felt as if something had struck my heart heavily, with a loud bang and thunder in my ears, leaving me completely stunned.

"What's wrong? Is Young Master Yuwen injured again?" A clear and charming voice came from afar, with three parts wickedness, three parts teasing, and four parts doubt.

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in those unfocused pupils.

Yuwen Luo felt a pang of pain in his heart, and suddenly understood something. He shouted, "Seventh Young Master!"

"Huh?" Lan Qi was startled by the shout and quickly floated over. "What's wrong? Do you need my help?"

"Yes." Something surged in Yuwen Luo's eyes, and he hurriedly pushed his brother, whom he was holding in his arms, into Lan Qi's arms. "Seventh Young Master, your skills are high, you must...you must help my brother! Please save my brother!"

He pushed his brother into Lan Qi's arms, but dared not look at the expression on his brother's face. He turned his head away and felt a piercing pain in his chest. Something was choking his throat and he could not breathe. He gasped for air, his throat making a convulsive sound. Finally... he burst into a loud cry of "Wah!"

Lan Qi was startled by Yuwen Luo's actions and quickly looked at the person in her arms. What she saw shocked even her cold-blooded and hard-hearted nature! Yuwen was covered in blood, with a spear tip still stuck in his chest, his left shoulder severed, and a large hole in his abdomen from which blood gushed out, soaking a large area on the ground.

"Why don't you stop the bleeding first!" he shouted, his hands moving rapidly, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. When his fingertips touched the body, his heart sank. He checked the pulse and felt a chill run from head to toe.

"Brother Yuwen..." Lan Qi called softly, clenching her palm and channeling a wisp of internal energy into him, hoping to give him a moment's respite, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea. Her hand trembled, and her green eyes looked weakly at the man.

The man was entirely blood-red, but his face was deathly pale, as white as paper, as white as snow. Even though blood stained this paper-white snow, not a trace of blood could seep in. His light brown eyes were extremely bright at this moment, without the cold arrogance of the past, but soft and bright, as if he were saying something. And his lips were indeed moving, as if he were speaking.

"Brother Yuwen, what do you want to say?" Lan Qi leaned closer.

"……Dream……"

"Brother Yuwen?"

"..."

The light in those light brown eyes finally faded, finally went out.

Only the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He tilted his head slightly, succumbing to that embrace he had just touched, the only one he had ever been in, yet which remained with him until his death.

"Brother Yuwen!" Rong Yue cried out and rushed over, hugging Yuwen tightly.

"Big brother!" Yuwen Luo rushed over, but pushed Rong Yue aside and pushed his brother back into Lan Qi's arms. He held his brother's still warm hand tightly, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Rong Yue was pulled away by Yuwen Luo and fell to the ground. She stared blankly at Yuwen Luo's deathly pale face, tears streaming down her face. Her heart ached terribly; the entire world was deathly silent, devoid of any joy. Her eyes remained fixed on that peacefully sleeping face. For some reason, a smile curved her lips, and a bitter, cold tear seeped into her eye. She fumbled for a long sword on the ground and raised it to slash at her neck.

"Clang!" Lan Qi flicked her finger, knocking the longsword away. Her emerald eyes coldly stared at Rong Yue. "Your life is truly worthless!"

As he spoke, he kicked out instantly, sending Yuwen Luo flying several feet away. With a flick of his jade fan, he blocked two longswords falling from above. With a twist of his wrist, the swords broke in two. At the same time, he leaped up, embracing Yuwen Luo, and unleashed a series of kicks in mid-air, sending the two Dongming experts crashing to the ground. As he landed, he casually tossed Yuwen Luo towards him.

"Hmph! I'll avenge you!" With a cold remark, the purple figure had already drifted away.

Yuwen Luo held his brother's body, which was already a lifeless and unconscious corpse. For a moment, his mind went blank, but his chest ached terribly. The unbearable pain made him burst into a wail, as if the pain in his body and the hatred in his heart could be poured out through his tears and cries.

"Big brother..."

Rong Yue crawled over, her beautiful face deathly pale and lifeless, her eyes blank and lifeless like a lost clay doll.

"Let me... see Brother Yuwen... okay..."

"Get away from me!" Yuwen Luo hugged his brother tightly, crying out in a hoarse voice, "I don't blame you... but get away from me... don't touch my brother now... I don't blame you... sob sob sob... but don't touch my brother..." He hugged his brother tighter and tighter, afraid that he would be taken away if he made a mistake, crying out repeatedly.

Rong Yue didn't leave, but she didn't take another step closer either. She just stared blankly and in a daze, as if she were a puppet standing still for half a lifetime, as if she could look at her for thousands of years.

"Rong Yue!"

Hua Fushu and Hua Qinghe got separated from Rong Yue in the chaos. Now, they finally managed to fight their way through and rushed over, only to find Rong Yue kneeling blankly on the ground. Not far away, Yuwen Luo was holding Yuwen ?, who was covered in blood, and wailing.

Upon seeing Yuwen's wounded body and lifeless face, Hua Qinghe and Hua Fushu felt a sudden pang of sorrow, but... this was no time for grief.

"Brother Yuwen, let's get out of here quickly!" Hua Qinghe walked over, picked up Yuwen's body, and left.

"Big brother!" Yuwen Luo frantically reached out to snatch his brother back.

"Do you want all these people to die in vain!" Hua Qinghe suddenly shouted, the grief and indignation in her eyes startling Yuwen Luo, who involuntarily let go.

"Let's go!" Hua Fushu also grabbed Rong Yue, who was standing there blankly.

The group had only taken a few steps when they were overtaken by three Dongming experts. Seeing the broadsword coming at them, Hua Fushu shielded Rong Yue behind her, brandished her longsword, and was about to meet the attack when suddenly a green shadow flashed before her eyes, followed by three clanging sounds, and then three muffled groans. The blade light disappeared, and the Dongming experts fell down. Only a green shadow remained standing before them, tall and elegant like a solitary pine tree.

"Second...Second Young Master!" At this moment, none of them could tell whether they were surprised or delighted.

"Go into the woods." Ming Er said, and with a swift movement of his green figure, he leaped forward.

The group quickly turned back and continued running. After running a few more feet, they found that there were no more enemies chasing them. They ran into the woods and saw that a number of people had gathered there, all covered in blood and sweat, panting and exhausted.

Many people looked back after catching their breath, and were both surprised and delighted.

A few feet ahead, the experts from the Ming and Lan families had gradually formed a line, blocking the Dongming experts. Meanwhile, the Dongming experts on this side... only saw purple-clad figures appearing and disappearing like ghosts, each strike killing one person instantly. Moments later, the Dongming experts who had been pursuing were all dead. At the same time, the experts from the Ming and Lan families truly formed a line, densely packed and unbreakable like an impenetrable wall, impossible for the Dongming experts to breach no matter how they attacked.

Ming Er and Lan Qi looked around and found that apart from the Imperial Dynasty heroes who were staggering towards the woods, there were no other adversaries in Dongming.

"Killing is definitely more satisfying!" Lan Qi coldly looked at the jade fan in his hand, its white surface stained with bright red blood, which was dripping down one drop at a time.

Ming Er looked at Lan Qi from the side.

Her purple robes were stained with blood, and several specks of crimson blood splattered on her fair cheeks. Her pair of emerald eyes were like stars reflected in a cold pool, their icy light penetrating to the bone.

He looked away and said calmly, "Seventh Young Master, don't let your bloodlust lead you to harm yourself."

Lan Qi turned to look at him upon hearing this, a strange emotion flashing in her cold, star-like blue eyes. After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "We don't care how many people die, but if one of us dies one day, what will become of you and me?"

That soft remark seemed so insignificant and ethereal amidst the fighting and the clash of swords, almost inaudible.