The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 235 Blood and Tears

Leaping into the pitch-black dueling arena, the man in the purple-gold crown's aura surged continuously, and ripples of demonic and divine power rippled and radiated outwards.

With a wave of his hand, the man in the purple-gold crown unleashed an irresistible suction force, pulling the woman in green out of Feng Ling's arms and causing her to float rapidly into the air along with two elderly figures sitting cross-legged.

"Yuqing...it's all my fault, I failed to protect you!"

Looking at the elegant woman who had fallen into his arms and seemed to be fast asleep, Feng Tianjue felt a heartache as if it were being torn apart, wishing he could take all her pain away from her.

"I will never forget the immense kindness of my two senior uncles! May their spirits in heaven protect Yuqing!"

Feng Tianjue formed several ancient hand seals, and two beams of red light suddenly descended from the heavens, illuminating the remains of the second and third elders.

The two old men's physical bodies dissipated like flying sand, leaving behind two even more intense and dazzling red lights that slowly merged into Feng Yuqing's spiritual core.

Having done all this, Feng Tianjue breathed a sigh of relief, then looked down at the scene with icy eyes.

Within sight were a purple-clad man with unsteady breathing, trembling North and South stewards, a kind-faced old man who had regained consciousness and was healing his wounds, and many other people involved in this great battle.

"Yidao, this is the good disciple you took in! Not only were you deceived, but I was also misjudged. I thought it was a beautiful story of master and disciple, but now it seems to be a tragedy of master and disciple killing each other!"

With a wave of his hand, Feng Tianjue unleashed a surge of immense power, a force of ghosts and gods, which swirled and scattered across the dueling arena, flowing into the body of the kind-faced old man.

A vibrant energy permeated his body, nourishing his internal organs. Elder Liu Yidao's complexion gradually regained its rosy hue, and the several tenth-rank elders who were assisting him in healing immediately withdrew their power.

"Leng Ning Shuang, all the great efforts I and Elder Yi Dao have put into cultivating you have been wasted. You... deserve to die!"

Finally, Feng Tianjue fixed his gaze on the massive storm in the dueling arena. His eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and he casually slashed down with his sword.

With a loud "bang," the sword energy collided with the surface of the storm, scattering a shower of icy shards. Feng Tianjue let out a soft "hmm," and with a slight exertion of force, he threw his longsword, which hurtled through the air like a ghostly light, shattering the snow-white storm.

"Is this the fourteenth rank?" The storm was cleaved open by a sword, and a trace of crimson blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. The woman in the white dress emerged from the blood, looking down at the drop of blood falling into her palm and muttering to herself.

The drops of blood, as if from an ancient snow-capped mountain, carried an extreme chill. They transformed into beautiful crimson ice crystals in the palm of her hand, then slipped through the woman's jade-like fingers, shattering into a desolate mess.

"Thank you for your help, Sect Master!" A voice suddenly rang out. It was Liu Yidao who stood up, first bowing to the man in the purple-gold crown, and then looking at the woman in the white dress with a very complicated expression.

He felt disbelief, disappointment, sadness, and heartache, but no hatred.

"Yidao, now that you have broken through to the legendary level, your strength must be far beyond what it appears to be. You will personally carry out this task of cleaning up the ranks!"

Suppressing the urge to personally tear Leng Ningshuang to pieces, Feng Tianjue gestured to the kind-faced old man.

"This old man is old and blind, and I cannot judge people well. Today I will give the sect leader an answer!" Upon hearing this, Liu Yidao's face turned gloomy, and a cleaver materialized in his hand as he approached the woman in the white dress step by step.

With Leng Ningshuang's current cultivation level, that previous palm strike should have severed all of Liu Yidao's life force, but she ultimately softened and held back.

Liu Yidao knew this perfectly well, but since the other party was an evil spirit master, regardless of whether she had truly shown mercy before, he had to kill her!

Because she is—an evil spirit master!

Every time a baby hatches, it's a new beginning!
Life is not sustained by hope; rather, hope arises from perseverance… Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages present a pure land for your souls.

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