Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 940 Before, it was for the common people; now, it's for one person.

"Shut up!"

Hun Ruoruo roared without any regard for her image. She had long been fed up with Xiao Yan's arrogance and hated the woman who had struggled out of the darkness and obtained a life completely opposite to hers.

In contrast, even if Xiao Yan fabricated a story about himself growing up in the Sound Valley without any worries, it wouldn't provoke such anger in her.

"If she uses that Spirit Ascension Technique, how will the Soul Clan deal with her? How will she break free from that man's grasp? She can't even explain away an illusion; is that all the Bodhi Ancient Tree is capable of?!"

The illusion continues.

At Canaan Academy, she did not part ways with Xiao Yan, but instead experienced a beautiful scene unlike anything she had ever seen in her life.

Despite enduring countless hardships during the Battle of Yin Valley, the two were finally able to see their mother again, destined to meet once more.

He won the title of Young Master of the Soul Clan, swore an oath of alliance with the Xiao Soul Clan at the coming-of-age ceremony of the ancient clan, and then met the ancestors of the Xiao Clan in the Heavenly Tomb. Their paths were not entirely the same, but day and night, they were always by each other's side.

The light reflected in her pupils continued to shift, but Hun Ruoruo had no desire to watch any longer.

The more you look at that heart that has long been sealed away from love and affection, the more painful and grotesque it becomes.

Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here!
Hun Ruoruo clutched her head, which was on the verge of being torn apart. The blood-red patterns on her head flared up, indicating that her bloodline was also burning!
The raging sea of ​​blood, mixed with countless supernatural powers, now shone with an eerie and profound light, dyeing the entire sky crimson, as if it were the end of the world.

The crimson waves were as heavy as mountains, crashing and shattering the illusion Xiao Yan had created into dust in an instant, no matter how he tried to restore it.

"laugh!"

Xiao Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale, but his eyes were unusually bright as he silently stared at the other person.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

At this moment, Hun Ruoruo no longer had any intention of arguing with Xiao Yan. Her obsession grew wildly like weeds, and she only wanted to destroy him completely.

She is actually not a frank person.

What truly made her jealous, rather than never having possessed them, were the things that were once within her reach.

"Hehehehehehaha!"

Hun Ruoruo laughed wildly, her eyes filled with a covetousness that seemed to devour the heavens. "If I can't have it, then I'll destroy it!"

The next moment, a sound like paper being pierced came, and the girl's fair palm was instantly wrapped in bright red blood.

"Plop, plop!"

A strong, scalding wave emanated from it.

That was Xiao Yan's heart.

In an instant, the remaining aura on Xiao Yan's body weakened to the extreme, and even the burning bloodline stopped abruptly.

"Hehehe, so this is the heart of the chosen one?"

Hun Ruoruo pinched the bleeding lump of flesh, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. "It seems that you are no different from ordinary people, which makes me a little disappointed."

"Now, is Ruoruo satisfied?" Blood foam seeped from Xiao Yan's mouth, but he still forced himself to raise his head, as if waiting for the other party's response.

"You think I'd give you a chance to leave your last words when you're about to die?" Hun Ruoruo sneered.

"Rest assured, after you die, I will bury you in the center of a sea of ​​blood, and keep you company day and night."

Without the slightest hesitation, she exerted force in her hand, intending to crush that heart into a lump of rotten flesh.

However, a large hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Since that's the case..."

Xiao Yan gradually grinned, revealing two rows of blood-stained, gleaming white teeth. "In exchange, it's my turn."

Suddenly, a profound and mysterious fluctuation, like a spinning wheel, quietly appeared in Xiao Yan's pupils. The strange fire that had been hidden within his body instantly emerged, transforming into a totem and imprinting itself on the spinning wheel, like the gnarled roots of an old tree, entwined with the passage of time.

"This is... the cycle of reincarnation?!"

Hun Ruoruo's expression changed drastically. Having personally cut down the Bodhi Tree, how could she not sense Xiao Yan's aura at this moment?
In an instant, an unprecedented sense of death welled up in her heart.

"You bastard, let go!"

She tried desperately to shake off Xiao Yan's hand, but that blood-stained hand was now as if cast in bronze and iron, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free.

Physical strength has always been Hun Ruoruo's only weakness, and now that she's close to Xiao Yan...
"To be honest, this is the first time I've actually used this move."

Xiao Yan murmured softly, and the wheel behind him suddenly began to spin wildly, like a lotus blooming, becoming the only light in the endless sea of ​​blood.

He wasn't that foolish. He never thought he could win her back with just words, nor did he believe that he was truly the immortal chosen one, as she claimed.

To save the lives ravaged by the Soul Clan and to cleanse the girl of her sins, Xiao Yan must force himself to stand up and defeat her at all costs.

Even if it means death.

"This move is called Buddha's Wrath: Samsara!"

The boy's face was like that of an angry Vajra, and his voice was as powerful as thunder. He was as dignified and majestic as a living Buddha.

The boundless, terrifying sea of ​​blood, at this moment, seemed to see ghosts and gods, frantically retreating. Any soul that approached was sucked into the fiery wheel, without any power to resist.

Gradually, the sea of ​​blood began to melt, exposing the blood-soaked earth and revealing cracks.

The power of that single strike evaporated the sea of ​​blood!
"No, no! This is impossible!"

With her hair disheveled, Hun Ruoruo hysterically cursed, "Burning your bloodline and sacrificing your soul! Even if the Soul Emperor were alive, he couldn't save you! Aren't you afraid of never being reincarnated?!"

However, no matter how much she cursed, only one pair of eyes, with a faint smile, remained fixed on the girl, never changing.

"If this life is my end, then it will be worth it."

Xiao Yan's smile was somewhat strained. The loss of his blood and soul caused his eyelids to droop and his consciousness to become somewhat blurred.

"If you could kiss me again, you might actually make a profit."

The next moment, just before the fiery wheel was about to engulf the two of them, Hun Ruoruo leaned forward and bit his lip.

The girl's lips were cold, as if they had lost their body temperature and were no longer connected to humans, yet they were surprisingly unrestrained, mixed with a sense of defiance and resentment, both awkward and enigmatic.

"Bastard, if we're going to die, then let's die together!" Hun Ruoruo wiped the glistening tears from her lips and cursed angrily.

Xiao Yan smiled and agreed, then closed his eyes.

The swirling flames arrived as the impending doom, its target being none other than Hun Ruoruo. Even with Xiao Yan by its side, the final outcome remained unchanged.

He knew very well that the only way to defeat his opponent from the very beginning was to burn his life away, and no one could change that.

On the eve of his loss of consciousness, it seemed as if someone pressed against his forehead and whispered something.

"do not forget me."

She lowered her eyes and murmured, "And also, you're not allowed to think of me."

Hun Ruoruo finally realized it.

His actions were never for any grand cause; he simply acted on impulse, driven by his own feelings.

Before, it was for the common people; now it is for one person.

(End of this chapter)