Fairy, you call this repaying a debt of gratitude?

Chapter 95 The Finale

On the snow-capped mountain, everything seemed to have been settled:

The jet-black sword pierced through the golden light and the sky.

Xie Lingran watched in disbelief as the golden light covering her continued to dissipate, feeling an unprecedented sense of resentment!

"Why! Why! Everything in this world is against me!"

"Clearly, I've given everything!"

The roar of the loser is as piercing as the howl of a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

Nobody cared.

Finally, the dark blade pierced Xie Lingran's body.

Then, the wailing stopped abruptly, and Xie Lingran stared blankly as her power was continuously flowing into Shen Wei's body through the black sword.

He knew that the supreme power that had made him ecstatic had been withdrawn.

Was it all just an empty dream in the end...?

His vision blurred, and his life force rapidly faded. In the final moments before his body dissipated from the world, Xie Lingran's lips trembled slightly as he uttered his last words: "I'm sorry."

It is unknown to whom he said these words, but at the moment he uttered them, a hot tear slid from his eye, fell onto the snow, and instantly melted into the pure white.

The wind continued to blow, and the snow continued to fall, eventually landing on the girl, but Gu Lengyue felt no cold at all.

She silently looked up at the sky and saw a tall, slender figure slowly descending from the air.

Then, with a muffled thud, the soft snow collapsed, burying Shen Wei's entire body. Only half of his pale, weak but still handsome face was visible, his breath faint and his condition precarious.

Just then, the old man from before, Fu Jiuzhang, staggered to his feet. He brushed the snow off his clothes and then burst into laughter, "Haha! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"Gu Hanfeng, Xie Lingran, and Shen Wei—the three of you really put on a good show!"

The laughter was unrestrained and carefree, as if it had been suppressed for a long time before being released—perhaps ten years, perhaps twenty years, or perhaps even longer.

"It's just a pity that only this old codger like me witnessed the final outcome."

"But I will let the world know that what you are fighting for is something that can affect the entire world! I will remember the price you paid for it, hahaha!"

At this point, Fu Jiuzhang revealed a look of rapture.

After a moment, he composed himself and, without further hesitation, walked straight towards Shen Wei's location, stepping through the thin layer of snow.

Gu Lengyue saw all of this. Shen Wei was on the verge of death and was at his most vulnerable. What Fu Jiuzhang was going to do, and the price he was going to pay, was very likely to be Shen Wei's life.

She absolutely would not allow it.

Just as Fu Jiuzhang was about to reach Shen Wei, a burst of sword light pierced through the air, and Fu Jiuzhang instinctively stepped back to block it.

As the sword light faded, Fu Jiuzhang looked at Gu Lengyue, who stood firmly in front of Shen Wei, and smiled.

"Hehe, I almost forgot that the Xie family's youngest daughter was also there and witnessed this wonderful scene."

He didn't take the girl in front of him seriously at all. Even though he was seriously injured and his combat power was greatly reduced, his foundation was still intact, and he was definitely not someone that Gu Lengyue, who was only at the Golden Core stage, could contend with.

After saying that, Fu Jiuzhang's smile vanished, and he coldly uttered a few words: "Get lost. Disappear from my sight immediately, and I might spare your life."

Gu Lengyue remained silent, subtly channeling her spiritual energy into Shen Wei's body, but it was to no avail.

She glanced back at Shen Wei; his face was deathly pale, and his body twitched slightly, as if he were in deep agony.

It was the same as Xie Lingran's appearance when I was a child, or even more serious.

Gu Lengyue raised her eyes again, looking directly at the old man who was closing in. Her expression was serious, and her voice was slightly cold: "If you dare to take another step closer, I will kill him."

Realizing she was no match for him, Gu Lengyue pressed the broken sword, now only half intact, against Shen Wei's vital chest, deciding to do the opposite.

Although Shen Wei has now withdrawn all the power of the Evil Dragon within him, he has merged with it too much, and his own rationality is constantly fighting against the Evil Dragon. This is his weakest moment.

If Gu Lengyue really makes a move, and this sword falls, Shen Wei will truly die at her hands.

Seeing this, Fu Jiuzhang's eyes flashed with surprise, which quickly turned into a deep, cold laugh: "You're quite clever, knowing how to exploit weaknesses. But unfortunately, do you think this will stop me?"

The next moment, Fu Jiuzhang appeared behind Gu Lengyue at a speed that exceeded her comprehension.

A powerful spiritual force struck Gu Lengyue's back, instantly sending her slender body flying. She crashed heavily to the ground a great distance away, unable to get up again.

"A laughable attempt to stop a chariot."

Fu Jiuzhang glanced coldly at the fallen girl, his tone full of indifference and disdain. Then, he looked away and eagerly bent down to look at Shen Wei, who was curled up and convulsing at his feet, his eyes burning with fanaticism.

"Stop struggling. You'll soon be free from this pain."

"I'm coming to help you and put an end to this suffering."

After saying that, he reached into Shen Wei's chest and continuously channeled spiritual energy into his body, while muttering incomprehensible words.

Just as the spiritual energy invaded Shen Wei, a long, strong hand suddenly rose and gripped Fu Jiuzhang's wrist tightly.

Then, a deep, hoarse voice, powerful enough to shake everyone's soul, slowly rang out, carrying a tone of disdain.

"How dare you, you filthy and lowly creatures, lay a finger on my proud body?"

Upon seeing this scene, Fu Jiuzhang froze on the spot, his face filled with disbelief: "You—how is this possible?!"

He lowered his head in horror, meeting Shen Wei's eyes, which had opened at some unknown time. They were indescribable eyes, enough to frighten and drive one mad, yet also enough to excite and fascinate.

Fu Jiuzhang subconsciously tried to pull his hand away and step back, but that seemingly thin palm had already gripped him tightly.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Fu Jiuzhang's arm lost its color at a visible speed, turning into bare white bones in an instant.

This terrifying change will spread rapidly along the arms in an unstoppable trend until it engulfs the entire body.

This fear made Fu Jiuzhang break out in a cold sweat, a chill running through his entire body. It was a fear ingrained in his bones and buried deep in his genes.

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!!!"

Fu Jiuzhang screamed in fear, but his desperate roars only caused his life to slip away even faster.

He first lost his flesh and blood, turning into bones, and finally his bones were also devoured until nothing was left.

It was as clean as this snowfield.

On the other side, Gu Lengyue was seriously injured by the spiritual power of that palm strike, but she still managed to stand up with difficulty.

She witnessed the horrific scene firsthand, but felt no fear whatsoever.

The next moment, Gu Lengyue moved.

Clutching her chest with one hand and dragging the broken spirit sword with the other, she staggered forward. The blade left shallow marks on the snow, and blood seeped into them, forming a shocking red line.

The red line snaked across the stark snow, standing out prominently.

Her steps were light and unsteady, her slender body seemed as if it might be crushed by the wind and snow at any moment, yet she moved forward step by step with difficulty.

That red line stretched for who knows how far.

With a very soft "snap," the longsword slipped from my hand, leaving a shallow mark on the snow-covered surface.

Snowflakes fell heavily on her shoulders and turned her hair white.

She finally walked up to him.