Yan Yuchu’s eyes moistened. After so many years of discrimination and exclusion in the family, he had developed a radical and indifferent character. With power in his hands, his radical attitude remained unchanged, yet he became extremely arrogant, with a heart as cold as iron.
But at this moment, he was moved; something seemed to be stuck in his heart, making him exceedingly uncomfortable.
With a long howl, Yan Yuchu flew over the heads of the crowd and delivered a Sword Slash towards Xia Youchen’s head.
Xia Youchen hadn’t expected these young Swordsmen to be so fearless, even daring to turn around and fight desperately against him.
Of course, given his strength, though surprised, he didn’t take these people seriously, except for Yan Yuchu—there was not even a Sword Master among them, and even Yan Yuchu, frankly, was not as reputed.
With a wave of Xia Youchen’s hand, a tremendous force spilled out like an overwhelming flood. Yan Yuchu, who bore the brunt, fell to the ground with a dull thud, while the others, like small boats in a storm, were shaken hither and thither, falling one after another.
"These fools, do they really want to die here?" Mu Hanyan’s eyes also moistened.
Her tragic death in a previous life had made her resolve never to trust anyone again or open her heart to anyone, yet, at this moment, she was deeply moved. It turned out that the world didn’t just harbor suspicion and betrayal, but also loyalty and steadfast comradeship in life and death.
Unfortunately, it was too late to say these things now. That cold and sinister presence had already seeped into her brow, rushing towards the depths of her mind.
Her consciousness, as if freed from the constraints of the body, roamed between heaven and earth. Although the sun shone brightly, she only felt boundless cold.
A despair like never before also rose from the bottom of her heart.
Watching Mu Hanyan’s face turn ashen as a dead person’s in an instant, and her lifeless eyes, everyone felt the same despair.
However, just then, a dazzling halo burst forth from the position of Mu Hanyan’s heart and quickly spread out.
Under the envelopment of that halo, everyone felt as if they were soaking in warm spring water, feeling so peaceful and serene, as if they had returned to their childhood, back to their mother’s embrace.
And Mu Hanyan’s eyes instantly regained their sparkle. A warmth surged to her heart, filling every meridian and every part of her body with endless vitality.
Star Illusion Thousand Machine!
Mu Hanyan’s face lit up with joy; at the critical moment, he had taken action again!
But soon, Mu Hanyan dismissed her guess; the Star Illusion Thousand Machine had expended too much energy previously and was still in cultivation. How could it possibly have the spare strength to save her? Even if it did... Mu Hanyan could tell that this vitality was vigorous and overwhelming, distinctly different from the ethereal presence of the Star Illusion Thousand Machine. If anything, it resembled the aura of a Divine Beast.
Divine Beast—thinking of this, a thought struck Mu Hanyan.
"Ah..." Before Mu Hanyan could figure it out, Xia Youchen suddenly screamed, his body forcefully flung out, and his finger, which had been pressed against Mu Hanyan’s brow, suddenly ignited with a pure white flame.
The flame burned at his fingertip, spreading as if it had ignited a lamp wick soaked in oil.
Xia Youchen’s withered old face was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes full of horror as he wildly flailed, desperately attempting to extinguish the flame on his finger.
Yet the flame seemed to have rooted on his hand, impossible to extinguish.
In a split-second decision, Xia Youchen grabbed his finger with his other hand and forcefully snapped it off. The flame, as if it had burned through all the fat, extinguished at that point. Follow current novels on NoveI★Fire.net