The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 131 The End
Blood gushed out as a red curved blade was plunged straight into the burly man's head, and black spurts rapidly spread throughout his body from the gaping wound.

"Damn it!" Yuan Ba ​​roared in pain, watching helplessly as his elder brother died from his accidental injury. Then, the deadly poison on the knife tip took effect.

The body, which had just died, began to rot extensively from head to toe, emitting stench from time to time, and finally turned into a pool of foul-smelling pus...

"Tsk tsk, it died before it even learned to bark, what a pity! Why don't you take over!"

Feng Ling stood aside and made sarcastic remarks, deliberately trying to provoke the other party. This amused the cold and beautiful woman in his arms. Although it only lasted for a few seconds, Feng Ling still caught a clear glimpse of it.

He raised an eyebrow inwardly, thinking: It seems this guy's "Little Yuan's Flying Dagger" technique isn't quite up to par yet! If he can't do it, why does he have to foolishly try to imitate Little Li...?

Now look what's happened!

"Damn it, go to hell! I will avenge my brother!" Perhaps the overwhelming hatred overshadowed the fear in his heart, or perhaps he was blinded by hatred, Yuan Ba ​​attacked with his bare hands.

"Sigh...!" Before the man in black could say anything, the weak woman in his arms couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, then turned her face away, not wanting to see what was about to happen.

The gap... is too huge!
With a deafening explosion, a piercing scream echoed through the cave's rock strata. Poisonous powder mixed with smoke and dust filled the cave, while a golden mist stood out conspicuously.

"Ah~, you'll all die a horrible death...! When the Hall Master returns, you'll suffer the consequences!" Feng Ling and Leng Ning Shuang easily blocked the penetration of all the poisons, but Yuan Ba ​​was not so lucky.

His face turned purple and blue, and as he rolled on the ground screaming in terror, he suddenly scratched his hands, which were covered in red pustules, until they broke open.

"Hall Master...!?" Feng Ling raised an eyebrow, retracted the protective shield, and with a wave of his hand, dispersed all the toxin molecules spreading in the air.

He then said in a nonchalant tone, "If the 'hall master' you're referring to is Bai Wu, then I'm sorry... he's already dead!"

"No, no..., impossible!" Yuan Ba ​​clenched his bloodied hands tightly, his eyes wide with rage, oblivious to the fact that his nails were digging into his palms.

Then, his emotions fluctuated wildly, his body curled up tightly, and he began to sob, temporarily forgetting even the intense pain caused by the poison.

"Tell me, where is the hiding place of your Eastern Sacred Continent Demonic Sect?" Feng Ling quickly moved a tiger-skin chair behind the woman in white, then stepped forward and stomped on Yuan Ba.

"Even if I die, I won't say a word!" Yuan Ba ​​had backbone; no matter how hard the man in black pressed him down, he refused to utter a single word.

"Gurgle...!" After a long while, the burly man was barely breathing, blood was flowing from his mouth, and most of his sternum had collapsed deeply, yet it remained stubbornly intact.

This guy must have undergone rigorous brainwashing to reach the position of deacon within the evil spirit master organization, making him different in nature from those who are afraid of death.

"Then go and be buried with your elder brother!" Feng Ling frowned, withdrew his foot, and took a step back. Suddenly, the Crimson Cherry Spear appeared in his hand; he had lost all patience to continue interrogating him. At this moment, Yuan Ba's entire face had turned purplish-black, looking extremely ferocious. His neck and lower body were covered in a dense network of tiny, soft blood vessels, and his entire body, drenched in cold sweat, trembled uncontrollably in pain.

Feng Ling could see that the evil spirit master's poison had penetrated deep into his bones. Although he had some ways to treat him, since the other party had no value to exist, why keep him around?

Rather than let Yuan Ba ​​suffer a slow and painful death, it would be better to send him on his way by myself! With that thought, Feng Ling's eyes sharpened, and without hesitation, he pierced the other man's chest with a spear.

"Ah~...!" A life force burst forth joyfully from a horrifying bloody hole in his chest. Yuan Ba ​​let out a shrill scream from his wide-open mouth, which then abruptly stopped. His wide, bloodshot eyes quickly lost their luster.

"Sigh~, forget it! Let this cave be your grave!" Glancing at the dozens of ice sculptures and two blood-soaked corpses that had turned into foul-smelling pus around him, Feng Ling sighed helplessly in a low voice.

"Bang!" Then, one ice sculpture after another shattered into pieces, the sharp ice shards whistling and slicing mercilessly in the air.

"Whoosh...!" A chilling, bone-deep desolation swept out, offering a final farewell to these despicable, hateful, yet pitiful evil spirit masters!
Before anyone knew it, the woman in white had stood up and, with great difficulty, cast an ice spell on everyone in the room. As a result, her face turned even paler, and she weakly collapsed to her side.

"Senior Sister~!" Before the words were finished, Feng Ling's heart stirred, and he suddenly transformed into an amazing stream of light, catching Leng Ning Shuang with incredible speed and in a close call just a second before she fell to the ground.

The white dress and long, smooth black hair twirled and danced. After a 360-degree turn, she landed safely. Feng Ling looked at the tired woman in his arms and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had noticed something earlier.

"Junior brother, do you know? I really hate killing. After killing them, I always feel inexplicably sad and upset for them..."

But yet, they had no choice but to kill!

Sigh... Why must there be so much conflict in this world? Wouldn't it be better for people to live in peace? Must they fight to the death before they're satisfied?

A mournful, weak voice drifted from the white-clad woman's lips. As Leng Ningshuang spoke softly, word by word, Feng Ling felt a profound sense of loss.

"Yes, these evil spirit masters are all treacherous, cunning, and cruel. It's hard to kill them, but if we don't, they will continue to do evil and harm the residents of the mainland...!"
At that time, not only will more people die and be injured, but the scope of the impact will also be much wider! So, senior sister, please rest assured, they deserve their fate and have no reason to die!

Feng Ling spoke calmly and softly to the woman in white, unaware of the hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Was it really... deserved to die?" A trace of sadness appeared in Leng Ning Shuang's tired eyes. She lowered her head and murmured a sentence, unconsciously swallowing the pill that the man in black had handed to her delicate red lips.

The pill was entirely emerald green, and it was the Qingxin Bixue Pill that Sun Yuyang had once taken!

Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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