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Chapter 573: Heart Stab Yan Zhaoheng

"You struggled desperately to get rid of it, but it had identified you." Liu Miao's voice came coldly, "It perched on your shoulder, as if it had identified you as a corrupt being like it. The connection between you is fate's judgment on you, and you can't escape it."

Pu Chuang's breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest heaving violently, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was full of panic and fear, he looked around panickily, everyone's eyes were on him, his ugly appearance was clearly visible at this moment, and the Dark Feather Crow seemed to be declaring its sovereignty, it let out another sharp cry, shaking its feathers, and landed steadily on his shoulder, unwilling to leave.

As soon as Liu Miao finished speaking, she felt her stomach churning. The rancid smell of the Dark Feather Crow made her want to vomit. She subconsciously hid near Ling Ye, her eyes full of disgust, and she didn't even want to look at Pu Chuang again.

Seeing this, Ling Ye immediately moved sideways to protect her behind him, gently raised one hand to block her sight, fearing that this unbearable scene would dirty her eyes, and whispered to comfort her: "Don't look, I'm here."

Yan Zhaoheng stood stiffly in front of the chaotic crowd, his face turning pale and blue. The image of a young master who was in control of the situation and acted calmly in the past had disappeared without a trace.

He was like a horse that had been severely whipped, exuding resentment and resentment.

As the eldest son of the Yan family, one of the top families in The Hague, he has been placed with high hopes by his family since he was young. He has been practicing in Xiuyanxu wholeheartedly in order to achieve great things and protect his glory.

But now, the scene between Pu Chuang and Ming Yu Ya was like a sledgehammer that smashed his beliefs to pieces. He felt that all his efforts over the years had become an absurd farce.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and disappointment, and walked towards Pu Chuang step by step.

Every step was heavy and slow, as if the ground under his feet was not solid but covered with thorns.

Walking up to Pu Chuang, Yan Zhaoheng stared straight into his eyes. His gaze was like a cold star in the winter night, sharp and cold. He tried to find a hint of his former teacher in Pu Chuang's eyes, but all he saw was evasion and guilt.

"Elder Pu," Yan Zhaoheng said, his voice low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor, "I respected you as my teacher, believed in you as my master, followed you wholeheartedly, and abided by the rules of Xiuyanxu, hoping to achieve success on the right path. But now it seems that I was wrong."

His words were powerful and particularly clear in the noisy crowd. The discussions around them instantly died down, and everyone held their breath, watching this scene.

Pu Chuang opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but his throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoheng smiled miserably, his smile full of self-mockery and sadness. He slowly raised his hand and bowed solemnly. This bow was his final farewell to the past relationship between master and apprentice.

After the ceremony, he stood up and began to take off Xiu Yanxu's clothes with both hands.

His movements were slow and determined, and every time he unbuttoned a button, it was as if he was peeling off a piece of unbearable past.

He gently placed the robe that symbolized his status as a disciple of Xiu Yanxu on the ground and folded it neatly.

Yan Zhaoheng's chest heaved violently, and the suppressed anger ran rampant in his body like a trapped beast.

He suddenly leaned forward, and with his slender and powerful fingers grasped the sword - Dawn - which was made for him by a top weapon refiner and used countless rare spiritual materials from his family.

The sword was dark blue, as if it condensed the depth of the endless night sky. As its spiritual charm flowed, it seemed to whisper about the days when they had slayed demons side by side in the past. But at this moment, it became a witness to his farewell to the past.

"Zhao Heng!" Pu Chuang shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse and broken, filled with endless despair.

He was tightly bound by the strange power released by the Dark Feather Crow, and his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. He could only watch his beloved disciple walk away step by step.

Pu Chuang's eyes were full of struggle. Sometimes they were clear, revealing his deep reluctance to leave Yan Zhaoheng; sometimes he was completely swallowed up by the darkness, losing all reason, the muscles on his face twisted and twitched uncontrollably, and his whole body seemed to be torn in two.

"Brother, please think twice!" The anxious voices of his fellow disciples kept coming, but Yan Zhaoheng seemed to be deaf to them. His eyes were like frosty blades in the cold night, the pain and anger of being betrayed surged in his eyes, burning into two clusters of fierce flames.

He suddenly drew out "Dawn", and the sound of the sword cut through the sky. The sharp sound was like a sharp lightning, announcing to Xiuyanxu his complete break with this place.

Yan Zhaoheng held the sword and walked step by step towards the neatly stacked Xiuyanxu clothing.

His steps were heavy and slow, and every step seemed to be based on his former beliefs.

He squatted down slowly. Although his movements were slow, they revealed an unquestionable firmness.

He placed the sword gently on his clothes. At that moment, it seemed as if he was burying with his own hands a passionate yet ruthlessly crushed period of time.

Then, he raised his hand and took off the Xiu Yan jade token from his waist, which symbolized his identity. The jade token felt warm to the touch, but at this moment it was like a sharp dagger, piercing his heart fiercely.

He gripped the jade token tightly, veins popped out on the back of his hand, and his arm trembled slightly. Then, he used all his strength to throw it hard on his clothes. The jade token collided with the ground, making a crisp sound, as if his broken faith was wailing.

At this time, Yan Zhaoheng only had underwear left on his body.

He stood up, his chest heaving violently, sweat running down his angular cheeks and soaking his collar.

He took a deep breath, his eyes like lightning, coldly scanning everyone's faces one by one. That look seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, making everyone present couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

"Pu Chuang," Yan Zhaoheng said, his voice so low that it seemed to come from the Netherworld, and every word seemed to be wrapped in ice. "I once respected you as my teacher, believed in you as my master, and regarded you as my guide on my path of cultivation. But now, you have personally shattered the faith that I have held on to!"

His voice trembled slightly, not because of fear, but filled with anger and disappointment, "From today on, I, Yan Zhaoheng, and Xiu Yanxu will have no more ties!" Pu Chuang opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand and he couldn't make a sound.

He could only watch Yan Zhaoheng turn around, straighten his back like a pine tree, and take steady and resolute steps, step by step, towards the unknown distance.

Yan Zhaoheng's back was lonely and resolute. Under the moonlight, he looked like an unshakable towering mountain, gradually moving away, leaving everyone behind, completely shrouded in shock and confusion.

Just when Yan Zhaoheng was about to disappear from everyone's sight, the originally clear and cloudless sky suddenly changed color.

The rolling dark clouds came like a black tide, surging in and instantly covering the entire sky.

A loud thunderclap exploded, shaking the earth slightly. The sound seemed like a tragic elegy for this thrilling breakup.

But Yan Zhaoheng did not pause at all. His figure became more and more determined in the wind and rain. Every step he took was steady and powerful, as if declaring to fate his determination to never surrender.

Yan Zhaoheng turned around suddenly, his figure as fast as lightning, and disappeared into the forest in an instant.

That resolute back was like a cold high wall, instantly separating him from all ties with Xiu Yanxu.

He walked quickly without hesitation and disappeared in the lingering mist in the blink of an eye, as if he had never left any footprints on this land.

Gu Lanqing stood stiffly where he was, staring blankly in the direction where Yan Zhaoheng had left. It was as if his spine had been taken away, leaving only an empty shell shivering in the cold wind.

After a few seconds, she woke up from her dream and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Senior Brother Yan!" This shout was filled with endless despair and helplessness, tearing her throat and echoing back and forth in the valley, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without getting any response, and was finally swallowed up by the dead silence of the forest.