This scene
was witnessed not only by audiences around the world.
In Tiandu, Chen Shuangshuang and Jin Youxi were also watching it in horror.
“Senior Sister Weiwei!”
Shuangshuang clutched the skirt on her lap in terror.
In her heart, she prayed
that the horrifying scene would not happen.
But the next moment,
an ice crystal condensed before Su Yuanshan.
Then, it flashed and vanished.
Liu Weiwei’s forehead was pierced through in an instant.
The light gradually faded from her wide, beautiful eyes.
Her body, which had leapt high into the air, began to fall freely.
Zhao Bing’s eyes were bloodshot with rage.
Even the Scarlet Sky Sword was twisting out of shape under the force of the Great Absorption Technique.
Yet he continued to swing it relentlessly.
Liu Weiwei’s body fell from the sky like a withered flower petal.
Watching this unfold, Shuangshuang could no longer hold herself together.
She burst into tears.
The senior sister who had often played with her ever since she was little had been killed by her own grandfather.
Seeing Senior Brother Zhao Bing still struggling desperately at death’s door,
she cried out hopelessly at the television:
“Stop killing them!”
“Please, let them go!”
“Waaah...”
She threw herself into Jin Youxi’s arms beside her.
Before this, she had watched so many people die.
She had been frightened, felt it was cruel,
and sympathized with those people.
She had also understood why her father and everyone else had to resist her grandfather.
But now, seeing someone close to her die with her own eyes,
she felt a deep hatred toward that grandfather of hers.
Jin Youxi held Shuangshuang tightly as well, covering her mouth as tears streamed down her face.
Elsewhere,
Chen Feng had just charged into a tunnel and was sweeping through Su Yuanshan’s followers like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves.
He was killing them as quickly as possible,
hoping to hinder Su Yuanshan’s plan to resurrect more people.
Then, a notification sounded in his mind.
It left him frozen where he stood.
[Congratulations, you have achieved the Master Teacher accomplishment.]
[Third disciple Liu Weiwei has died.]
[The master will inherit the disciple’s Vitality value.]
[Reward: 51,277 Vitality points.]
“Weiwei!”
Chen Feng’s voice trembled.
The image of that desperate young girl lying outside the hospital resurfaced in his mind.
Shy and thoughtful, yet so strong and stubborn that it made one’s heart ache.
The girl who had been willing to suffer injuries just to win the championship—
to bring honor to her master and clear his name—
was dead!
Chen Feng transformed into a dragon, sword qi coiling around his body.
He burst straight through the earth.
In an instant, the melody of the Seven Absolutes Zither echoed across Kunlun.
He immediately located the body still falling through the air.
Chen Feng arrived in a flash.
Before Liu Weiwei could hit the ground,
he caught this disciple who was like family to him.
He saw the bloody hole between Liu Weiwei’s brows on her beautiful face.
The light in her eyes had vanished completely.
Chen Feng turned to look at Su Yuanshan.
Then he looked at Zhao Bing, whose Vitality cultivation had already fallen back to the Grandmaster level.
“How can I keep letting my disciples fight this demon?”
“While I, their master, hide behind them and inherit some damned Vitality?”
He clenched his fists.
At that moment, more than 150,000 points of Vitality surged wildly through his body.
The purple scales covering him glowed red under the pressure of that overwhelming Vitality.
With a thought from Chen Feng,
two martial phantoms appeared.
One remained where it was, plucking the zither and unleashing a storm of sonic sword qi.
The other martial phantom followed Chen Feng as he charged directly at Su Yuanshan.
He struck with the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.
At once, ten thousand dragons roared.
Yet his martial avatar was using a palm technique entirely different from his own.
The Tathagata Palm came crashing down from above Su Yuanshan like Mount Tai bearing down on him.
At the same time, a storm of sword qi rapidly took shape, spiraling toward Su Yuanshan with lethal force.
Looking at those two overwhelmingly powerful martial avatars,
Su Yuanshan was slightly bewildered.
“Are you really a half-demon?”
“No human could possess such terrifyingly powerful blood and vitality!”
“I can sense it—your blood vitality has already surpassed that of a peak Martial Saint by more than three times.”
What he could not understand was this:
If Chen Feng was a half-demon,
then why was his granddaughter a perfectly normal human?
And looking at Chen Feng’s snow-white hair, the horns growing from his head, the purple scales covering his body, and the black claws in place of his fingernails—
no matter how one looked at him, he hardly resembled a human.
Even Wei Tianjun, who possessed the Vermilion Bird’s precious blood, had not transformed so completely into a monster as Chen Feng had.
But Su Yuanshan had no time to dwell on such matters.
His injuries had yet to heal.
He had also lost both arms.
After fighting Wei Tianjun, the four Martial Gods, and Wang Zun in succession,
his body was already severely depleted.
Su Yuanshan had no choice but to release Zhao Bing
and focus all his strength on dealing with Chen Feng’s assault.
With the support of the thirteenth level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art,
every strike Chen Feng unleashed was devastatingly heavy.
His Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms had grown deeper in insight, and after merging with the Dragon God Art,
their power had nearly doubled.
Every martial avatar attack was wrapped in the protective force of the Indestructible Golden Body.
The sword qi storm in particular
had fused most of Chen Feng’s martial arts techniques into one.
For the weakened Su Yuanshan, it was the greatest threat of all.
“The last time we fought, you couldn’t even withstand a single move from me!”
“I never expected you to have concealed so much of your strength!”
Su Yuanshan repeatedly used the Star-Absorbing Art, warping the space around him
to evade Chen Feng’s attacks.
Originally, he had intended to use the Star-Absorbing Art to forcibly devour part of the incoming power.
But Chen Feng’s Northern Darkness Divine Art was even more domineering than Liu Weiwei’s.
With the two forces locked in opposition, he found himself unable to absorb anything.
Before long, Su Yuanshan realized
that the martial avatar sitting in place and playing the zither posed the greatest danger.
The sword qi storm was like waves swelling into a tsunami—
its scale grew ever greater with every passing moment.
At that instant,
the sky was filled with sword shadows, palm shadows, leg shadows, and dragon shadows.
Viewers all over the world were left stunned.
“Is the Great Xia Hero really this powerful?”
“I’m a Martial Saint myself, but even if I exhausted all my blood vitality, I couldn’t maintain two martial avatars of such enormous size.”
“I remember the Great Xia Hero is only at the Martial Saint level. Can he really defeat that demon?”
“Maybe his rage has pushed him beyond his limits! After all, his disciple just died!”
“Heaven-Chosen Long Legs, rest in peace. I’ve been your fan for ten years... sob...”
...
Under Chen Feng’s relentless bombardment,
Su Yuanshan was once again pinned down.
Chen Feng’s eyes were bloodshot, tears lingering in them all the while.
At that moment, he saw Zhao Bing kneeling beside Liu Weiwei’s body, his face full of despair.
While fighting Su Yuanshan, Chen Feng shouted at Zhao Bing:
“We haven’t lost yet!”
“As long as we’re alive, and midnight has not passed, we will never admit defeat!”
“Remember our original goal! Don’t let them die in vain!”
Zhao Bing looked at Liu Weiwei’s corpse.
Not a single tear fell from his eyes.
Just like back then, when he watched the Zhao family of the Divine Capital be wiped out.
He believed—
All disasters stemmed from one’s own lack of strength.
From the inadequacy of one’s swordsmanship.
His swordsmanship was still far too weak.
So weak that he could not even strike Su Yuanshan.
But at that moment, hearing Chen Feng’s thunderous shout—
Zhao Bing, in the depths of despair, gained a flicker of enlightenment.
He murmured to himself,
“Never admit defeat!”
“My original goal!”
“As long as I live, my swordsmanship shall never cease!”
He suddenly raised his head and shouted resolutely to his master, Chen Feng,
“Master, I understand!”
Zhao Bing’s cultivation had already fallen back to the Grandmaster realm.
Yet he lifted the Crimson Sky Sword, twisted and warped as it was,
and looked toward Su Yuanshan’s men in the distance.
His swordsmanship, having reached the state of unity between man and heaven, soared into the sky.
His sword intent was several times stronger than it had been when he was a Martial Saint.
The Sixteen Life-Claiming Swords.
At that very moment, it evolved into—
The Seventeen Life-Claiming Swords!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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