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Chapter 146 Can You Block This Sword of Mine?
If life is just like first sight, why is Qiu Feng sadly painting a fan.
When Zhou Huanzhen saw Luo Qingyang again, Luo Qingyang was sitting on a pile of corpses.
Everyone in the entire Red King's Villa, from maids to guards, was killed.
He piled the corpses together, like a throne.
In front of the throne hung two human heads.
Zhou Zhen didn't recognize them, but that didn't stop him from recognizing their identities.
The Four Madmen of the Paradise Pavilion, and the Medicine Madman Yang Xiang.
Night Raven, the traitor of Medicine King Valley.
It's clear that these two people died quite happily, because even with only their heads remaining, their expressions showed a hint of manic joy.
It seems that a certain goal has been achieved, or a certain dream has been realized.
The Lone Sword Immortal, dressed in black, had now turned dark red, exuding a strong aura of blood.
The sword in his hand was twisted, as if the iron chain had been forcibly squeezed into a sword by force.
The sword was very long and pierced straight through the entire mountain of corpses.
But the other end of the sword was connected to his collarbone.
The Crimson King Xiao Yu was still alive, tied to the side of the "throne" like a puppy, but his whole body was like a hedgehog, covered with thin and long steel needles.
Zhou Zhenhuan landed on the almost ruined gate of the villa and quietly looked at the Lone Sword Immortal.
"I must congratulate Brother Luo on escaping the shackles of your heart, achieving enlightenment in one day, and roaming the world in spirit."
Lone Sword Immortal seemed to only then notice Zhou Zhenhuan's arrival. He raised his eyes, his face covered in blood, which made him look even more terrifying.
He grinned: "Are you here to laugh at me? Or to take my life?"
Zhou Zhen shook his head: "No, I just came to offer my congratulations."
Luo Qingyang stood up, and with a flick of his arm, the strange sword was slowly drawn out.
Zhou Zhenhuan glanced at the sword and shook his head: "It's not as good as Jiuge. It's too rough and has completely lost the elegance of a sword."
Luo Qingyang wiped the blood from his face and then grinned a rather sinister smile.
"It is indeed not as good as Jiuge, but killing is quick and easy."
Zhou Zhenhuan, I have to admit, everything you said back then has come true.
I was too naive; I was fooled by a mere child for so long.
It's laughable, but everyone in the world can see that whoever takes that position will never allow my junior sister and me to live happily ever after.
But I couldn't figure out what went wrong before.
My heart is clearly...
Perhaps I should have been braver back then.
But now, I suddenly realize that none of that matters anymore.
He seemed truly heartbroken; even the excessively long sword in his hand exuded a deep sorrow of destructive power.
"So, you're planning to storm Tianqi City?"
At this moment, a mad flame seemed to ignite in the eyes of the Lone Sword Immortal, his expression almost distorted.
He forcefully plunged the sword into his heart, twisting it once more as if to crush his heart completely.
But Zhou was very clear that once he entered a state of spiritual travel, even if his heart was broken, he would not die.
The Lone Sword Immortal remained energetic, even becoming increasingly excited.
"My inner demons are there, and I must personally slay them."
Zhou Zhenhuan, I told you before, my path was already chosen long ago, and whoever stands in my way will die.
“But your path has changed. When you said those words back then, it was only to protect her and to help her escape her suffering.”
"Yes, things have changed. She is in a sea of suffering, and I want to save her, but in this whole world, who will save me from this sea of suffering?"
I understand that I can only rely on myself. The Luo Qingyang of the past was a sword fanatic, a fool, but he died at the hands of this Crimson King, along with the last trace of cowardly tenderness in his heart that he should not have possessed.
Now I, like you, have become a wandering immortal in this world.
Are you going to stop me today?
Zhou Zhenhuan sighed and looked up at the changes in the sky caused by the Lone Sword Immortal's aura. Dark clouds covered the sky, making it difficult to breathe.
Fallen immortals are truly a difficult group to deal with.
Things are finally getting back on track, thanks to the great progress made by the Wheel of Fate.
If the Lone Sword Immortal were to intrude into Tianqi, who knows what other unforeseen events would ensue.
In the distance, armored soldiers marched in formation, their killing intent palpable.
The one leading the team was none other than the butcher Ye Xiaoying.
The warrior's blood and energy surged and coalesced, clashing with the dark clouds, and a chilling intent pierced the heavens.
Even sword immortals wouldn't be able to kill everyone if they clashed with these iron-blooded formations.
This was also a dynasty's trump card.
The armored army formation stopped half a mile from the Crimson King's Villa. Ye Xiaoying was covered in full armor, with only his two eyes visible through his fierce mask.
He rode slowly towards them on horseback, and Zhou Zhenhuan felt as if he were a ferocious humanoid beast coming towards him.
As expected, the atmosphere of the butcher's aura is still quite interesting.
Zhou Zhenhuan saw him, and so did Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal.
But a hint of disdain flashed in Lone Sword Immortal's eyes.
He felt great now, and having entered a state of spiritual travel, he realized just how powerful that force was.
Human butchers and massive armies, what do they amount to?
He could kill everyone several times, but if he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.
Therefore, in his eyes, there was only that Taoist priest in green robes with a gentle smile.
He was waiting for an answer.
So he asked again, "Taoist priest, are you going to stop me?"
This time, Zhou actually provided an answer.
Yes, we have to stop them at least once.
Look at these corpses at your feet. Aren't there any innocent people among them?
Are all these maids, servants, and people who serve others bad people?
In your current state, how many innocent people would die if you stormed into Apocalypse City?
Your murderous intent is so strong it's practically piercing the sky.
The Lone Sword Immortal's eyes were full of sarcasm: "Taoist, you're getting more and more compassionate these days."
You, a carefree immortal who desires nothing, actually care about the life and death of those ants.
Zhou Zhen shook his head: "This has nothing to do with compassion. I just feel that it's better for the world to be more peaceful."
For some people, just surviving is already a difficult task.
I am just an ordinary Taoist priest, far from being without desires or wants.
People often say that I can do whatever I want, but the prerequisite is that I have to have a heart.
At my level, without this heart, I would be no different from the cold, indifferent Heavenly Dao.
This is my anchor, a constant reminder that I'm just a mortal, not some damned stone immortal.
Upon hearing this, the Lone Sword Immortal felt somewhat irritated. His heart was already broken, so he had no heart, nor did he want to.
"I don't understand what you're saying. If you try to stop me, then take my sword."
My divine sword strike, named Annihilation of Fate, is even more domineering than National Mourning, annihilating everything.
Last time I couldn't withstand your sword strike; this time, let's see if you can withstand mine!
Chapter 147 Destroying Fate
The so-called cause and effect is the arising and development of conditions.
Once the bond is broken, all is lost.
The Lone Sword Immortal's sword strike was truly spectacular; as soon as the sword was drawn, the colors of the world seemed to vanish in an instant.
Everything seemed to have been filtered through some kind of time lens, turning into black and white, and then the white slowly disappeared.
Only blackness exudes eternal solitude between heaven and earth.
Lone Sword Immortal's sword strike was very restrained, because it only covered the three-foot square space where Zhou Zhenhuan was located.
Because he knew that, given Zhou Zhenhuan's pride, Zhou Zhenhuan wouldn't hide.
Zhou Zhen did not dodge at all. His blue robes, under the eternal black silence, did not fade at all and remained bright and clear.
He didn't even move an inch; the sword strike seemed to have hit thin air.
But that touch of blue was so clear, so bright.
Then all the colors seemed to return.
Ye Xiaoying seemed to sense something, and slightly raised his head. He saw that the sky was clear and cloudless, and the autumn sun was still scorching.
For a split second, he was horrified, and his heart nearly stopped beating.
But at this moment, a gentle breeze caressed my face, and my violent heartbeat returned, only to slowly subside into calm.
Beneath the mask, Ye Xiaoying squinted at the figure in the green robe and slowly inhaled the not-so-cool autumn breeze.
He stopped approaching, turned his horse around, and waved his hand: "Withdraw!"
Ye Xiaoying knew very well that he neither needed to nor could get involved in what was to come.
He hadn't participated in the exchange, but just a glimpse from afar almost made his heart stop beating and his blood freeze. That feeling of utter lifelessness was truly despairing.
"General, is His Highness the Crimson King still alive?"
Ye Xiaoying sneered: "Whether they live or die, what does it have to do with us?"
"But General, we came here precisely to..."
"What for? I received news that there seem to be bandits in Lingyuan Mountain recently. I left the camp today only to suppress the bandits and train the troops. I know nothing else."
"Send the order: proceed at full speed to Lingyuan Mountain, and prevent the people from suffering from banditry!"
"Understood! Pass on the General's order: the entire army marches forth, target: Lingyuan Mountain!"
The horse's hooves rose high and fell back down, kicking up a trail of dust.
Ye Xiaoying arrived quickly and left quickly.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Zhou Zhenhuan lightly dusted off his sleeves and exclaimed, "Indeed, it was an excellent sword strike. But it looks like I've already taken it."
The madness in Luo Qingyang's eyes intensified.
This wasn't a follow-up; Zhou Zhen didn't even flinch at all during that sword strike.
This made him feel extremely frustrated.
He poured all his strength into that one sword strike, gave so much, and with his heart broken, he finally got that one strike, but he couldn't even touch the other person's sleeve.
Is the gap really that big?
Luo Qingyang looked at the twisted, dark sword in his hand, gave it a slight tremor, and the strange black sword turned into dust.