Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Sir!"

Shao Hao cried out in disbelief.

One of the Five Venerables, the Nine-Winged Demoness, was burned to death by evil fire right before their eyes, leaving only charred remains and scattered clothes on the ground.

Ashura clenched his fists, overwhelmed with deep self-reproach.

"It's all my fault. I didn't thoroughly search the Buddhist Prison, and I shouldn't have left Wing Princess there! Demon Prince, prepare to face the flames of Asura's war!"

Shao Hao was trembling all over as he carefully picked up the remains from the ground.

"I was unable to save her; it is my incompetence..."

As the Demon Prince emerged from the slumber chamber, Han Yancui was running wildly through the five-colored passageway.

The Lord of Curses was a heartless father; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of arranging a marriage between his daughter and King Jiwu, sending her to the place in the Four Realms where women were most trampled upon.

But at this moment, Han Yancui only remembered the honor he had bestowed upon her.

In a barren land like the Burning Buddha Hell, Han Yancui possessed magnificent clothing, a comfortable dwelling, and the highest degree of freedom.

Even when the Lord of Curses learned that Han Yancui liked Xiang Ling, he did not show too much criticism.

"Father, wait for me!"

Let her see him one last time.

Han Yancui burst out of the five-colored passage, and Luo Hou, Yu Cixin, and Xiang Ling arrived at the opposite peak.

Upon seeing Han Yancui, Xiangling immediately ran over: "Sister Cui, you're alright, that's wonderful!"

Han Yancui looked at Luo Hou and asked, "Where is my father?"

"The Lord of Curses is dead, and his body has been taken back to the Fire Prison by the Guardians."

Despite being somewhat prepared, Han Yancui still felt dizzy upon hearing the bad news.

"Sister Cui~"

"Xiangling...I'm fine, what's wrong?"

"Sister Cui, we're going back to Slaughter Island. Why don't you come with us?"

Like a drowning person suddenly grasping at a straw, Han Yancui answered without hesitation, "Okay, I'll go with you."

As the three were about to step into the green passage, Luo Hou suddenly spoke:

“Miss Han, I’m sorry, but you can’t leave. The Lord of Curses made a deal with me before he died.”

"What deal?"

"In exchange for the Scroll of Rift, I will grant you your safety. To complete this deal, I must keep you in Tiandu."

"My father's killer is protecting me? Heh heh heh, Lord Wu, put away your contempt."

Upon hearing this, Yu Cixin pulled Luo Hou aside and said, "Don't worry, I will complete this transaction for you."

"Miss Yu, actually I'm worried about you. Please take care."

"If the Five-Colored Path still existed, would you come to visit me?"

"meeting."

"I'll be waiting for you."

Yu Cixin stepped into the five-colored passage and never looked back.

"Sister Cui, let's go."

Han Yancui was pulled inside by Xiang Ling, and the three of them instantly disappeared into space and time.

For some reason, the peaks and walls suddenly became deserted.

Just like the day Luo Hou was reborn, it seemed as if a world had left him forever.

Chapter 105 Heaven and Earth Unite, Swords and Blades Clash

The Hall of Heartless Love, the Space of Wasted Words.

As the last glimmer of light faded, Jian Zhichu was still standing by the window, gazing in the direction Yu Cixin had left.

Night swallowed up the Heartless Pavilion, leaving only a crescent moon in the sky.

Murong Qing entered and lit the lamp: "In three hours, it will be your duel with Luo Hou. We should set off."

"Ah."

"What do you mean by the union of heaven and earth? How can there be such a strange place in the world?"

"Ok?"

"Luo Hou chose that place; he probably has some kind of plan in mind."

"Whatever."

Seeing that he was distracted, Murong Qing said unhappily, "Since you can't let go, why don't you go back with her?"

"I didn't expect her to leave in such a hurry."

"She didn't force you to go back with her for trial, which means she's already let go of the past. You should too."

Jian Zhichu was somewhat bewildered: "Friend, how can I let go of someone?"

"Sword Beginning, you!"

"I now realize that looking at a portrait is a completely different feeling from looking at a real person."

"What does it feel like?"

"A feeling of wanting to be closer to her."

Murong Qing poked the white bird with her bird-teasing stick again.

"Chirp~ Chirp!"

"Let's win this battle first."

"Ah."

Murong Qing lit the lamp a little brighter, looked at Jian Zhichu's sorrowful face, and said coldly, "My friend, I see Yu Cixin as Luo Hou, just as you are as Yu Cixin."

"Impossible!"

"Feelings are always so inexplicable and so annoying, hahaha~"

Within the capital city, Luo Hou prepared to set off.

Xiao Jiandun said with some concern: "Martial Lord, Jian Zhichu was once a master no weaker than the Heavenly Venerable Emperor's son. His Extreme Heart Zen Sword can transform all things into swords. In addition, he has another extremely powerful move."

When they were in the Heavenly Realm, Xiao Ri Biao was still young and only cared about playing. He was not as familiar with the deeds of the famous figures in the Four Realms as his older brothers.

He immediately asked, "What powerful move?"

"Absorb the opponent's internal energy, thereby crippling the opponent's martial arts."

"so smart!"

Seeing everyone's concern, Luo Hou smiled and said, "Don't worry."

Nanfeng didn't compete and raised his hand: "I want to go watch the battle!"

Xiao Ri Biao: "I want to go too."

Fire-hatted Three-Foot Helmet: "Me too!"

Ling Shuixian: "What are you all doing getting involved? Just stay home and work as a blacksmith."

"Go ahead, everyone. Watching the battle is a way to improve your cultivation."

So, apart from a few girls who didn't know martial arts, the entire Tiandu group set off in a grand procession.

It was the first day of the lunar month, the new moon.

The North Sea is frozen solid for thousands of miles.

The heavens and earth unite above the North Sea, in the center of the ice.

This is a naturally formed, unique terrain, shaped like a giant bucket, divided into two parts: the sky cover and the earth drain.

Tianfu is a piece of ice stone several meters in diameter and weighing over ten thousand jun.

The drain is a bottomless ice pit, said to lead all the way to the edge of the sea.

"How come there are spectators?"

Only the people of Boqing Pavilion and Tiandu knew about this duel, but unexpectedly, many people had already gathered around the sea and even on the ice near the shore.

The Ghost Valley Hidden Dragon family, along with the eldest uncle and his friends, were probably known to Chi Zi Xin through the Heartless Pavilion.

Needless to say, Yu Bufan came with Mo Dao Juechen.

Luo Hou couldn't guess how the other audience members found out about the news.

The distance to Beihai and the cold of winter could not deter the curiosity of the audience in the Bitter Realm.

"Go, Wu Jun!"

Chi Zixin waved his fist, appearing unusually excited.

"Thank you."

Luo Hou nodded to the family, then with a slight movement, landed on the drain in the middle of the sea.

A graceful figure followed him down.

The drain was surrounded by ice on all four sides, with a pit in the middle. There was nowhere to stand, and one had to rely entirely on their own internal energy to support their weight.

Once everyone had arrived, both sides raised a palm and struck the sky-covering object into the air.

The sword duel has begun!

To demonstrate fairness, Rahu did not wear a dark robe or armor. Dressed in white, he resembled an ethereal feather amidst the crystalline ice and pale moonlight.

At the beginning of his life, he was dressed in brown cloth, like a shadow.

As the sky rose, the two used the remaining force of their palm strikes to rush forward and begin close-quarters combat.