The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 91 A critical moment

After an unknown amount of time, the sweeping wind gradually weakened, and the flying stones, dust, and dirt all settled to the ground. Thick black smoke rose from the flames burning all around...

Suddenly, a faint, colorful light carrying a humanoid figure shot out from the black smoke. After briefly stopping on the ruins, it rapidly shrank and disappeared into the body of the withered, dejected old man inside.

"Cough cough...! Old butcher..., you're not... qualified to take my life!" After landing, he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and his mocking words came from the ruins.

Blackwater Butcher was startled and looked up with great difficulty. When a withered old man with white hair falling to the ground came into view, his eyelids, which seemed to be as heavy as lead, suddenly opened.

"Pfft—!" The withered old man's eyes flashed. Seeing that the other party was so angry that he vomited blood, he was overjoyed and launched a series of attacking words. It was as if he wanted to anger the other party to death.

Words like "useless," "trash," and "I'm ashamed of you" were everywhere, practically urging the other person to slit their own throat!
"Ling Weiyun..., you are already... critically injured and on the verge of death!" Blackwater Butcher's old face turned red with anger and shame. He immediately suppressed his injuries, gritted his teeth, and crawled fifty meters away...

"Hmm?" Before long, Blackwater Butcher had climbed thirty meters. As the withered old man watched the other party getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, a ferocious look flashed in Blackwater Butcher's eyes, and he blurted out the words that had been stuck in his heart, shouting in a loud voice: "But I can still...move!"

"Hiss~! Something's fishy...!" Seeing Blackwater Butcher suddenly leap forward, Ling Weiyun gasped, his heart trembling violently. He never expected that the other party, despite suffering such serious injuries, could still roar and get up!
"Die!" Blackwater Butcher, with his ferocious claws gripping a serpent-patterned scepter and a cruel and terrifying face, rapidly approached. Normally, a distance of twenty meters would be covered in the blink of an eye, but now he was finding it so difficult to move forward!

Fifteen meters...!
Ten meters...!
8, 7, 6...!
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three……!
"Am I going to die...? Damn it, I was ambushed by this guy!" The aura of death rushed towards him. The withered old man secretly calculated the gains and losses of this battle. There was no fear in his heart, only indifference.

After forcibly blocking the previous fatal blow, he had temporarily lost contact with the Kunpeng Luoshen Diagram. His power of ghosts and gods was exhausted, his meridians were in severe pain, and his bones were covered with large and small damage. He couldn't even get up to fight to the death!
Is it really going to be the end for this clone of Lao Tzu?

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After three years on the run, am I still destined to die in the clutches of this old butcher?
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"Damn it...!" In the dark chamber, Feng Ling's true form, with eyes closed, frowned deeply, his mind agitated...

"Whoosh!" As if sensing something, the faintly shimmering crimson light stirred restlessly, and after hesitating, surged into the green-clad woman's delicate body in great force!
"Huh!? Crimson resentment...!" As if sensing something, the purple-clad man suddenly opened his eyes, angrily snapping off the red flame tail with one hand, only to watch helplessly as the front half completely disappeared into it!
This is outrageous!
Once inside her body, the two streams of crimson mist suddenly merged and intertwined, churning and entwining like invisible flames, causing the green-clad woman's blood to boil.

The skin, which was fair and smooth, was flushed with an alluring rosy hue, and with the rising steam, it looked as if it had just been taken out of a steamer.

"Ugh~!" Green-clad groaned softly, still deeply unconscious. Even though she was drenched in sweat, she couldn't wake up. It was as if she had entered a scorching maze filled with flames and couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried.

"Yuqing...!" Seeing Feng Yuqing's eyelashes tremble and her face contorted in pain, Feng Ling had no time to appreciate the woman's fair and rosy back, which was faintly visible. He silently chanted in his heart, "Hold on a little longer!" "Sealing God Acupoint...!" The man shouted with a gathering of strength, and his two large, golden hands, carrying a powerful force, precisely placed their fingers on the green-clad woman's Golden Crow Divine Acupoint.

Then, streams of light formed concentric circles of sacred, undulating light, spreading continuously from top to bottom throughout the woman's body, temporarily stabilizing her mind in the dream.

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At this moment, another sudden change occurred at Ling Weiyun's clone's location...

Flames flickered from the dilapidated graveyards outside Sunset City, thick black smoke billowing everywhere. Now, past midnight, the sun's glow was about to fade, its dim, yellowish hue mostly gone, replaced by a sliver of clear light…

"Sizzle!" The snake-patterned scepter, carrying a strong wind, was raised high and slammed down at an angle, only a few centimeters away from the withered old man who was looking up with bloodshot eyes and a tingling scalp.

Just then, a burst of excited laughter rang out: "Hahaha... Such a golden opportunity, how could the two of us miss it!"

"Who dares to play tricks and obstruct me!" A chilling sword aura of the ninth level suddenly attacked from the black mist not far behind the withered old man, startling the heavily injured and weakened Blackwater Butcher into hastily stopping and retreating.

The two figures shrouded in black mist gradually became clearer; they were the two handsome young men who had appeared in Sunset City earlier.

"Do I know them?" Ling Weiyun's clone turned around with difficulty, utterly astonished. He saw two people walking quickly towards him, one carrying a sword on his back and the other holding a sword.

The sword energy that came earlier, like timely rain, was emitted from the hand of the handsome young man wielding the sword.

"Blackwater Butcher, prepare to die...!" With only ten steps to go, the two handsome young men drew their longswords and attacked simultaneously. A swirling chill burst forth, instantly forming a thick, circular wall of energy that blocked Blackwater Butcher's escape.

"Ah...!" Snowflakes fluttered and drifted, and amidst the biting cold, the two longswords clashed and echoed each other. The two, who had leaped over each other's shoulders, exchanged a glance and slammed the sharp, violent tips of their swords into the screaming old man's body.

"Pfft—!" A mouth and two bloody holes simultaneously gushed out scalding hot blood. Strangely, the blood did not fall to the ground but congealed in mid-air.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was the icy aura that was coiling upwards, causing trouble in the dark.

"Flying Snow... Combined Attack, Sword Technique!" Blackwater Butcher knelt down with a thud, looking down at the two fierce longswords piercing his chest, a deep resentment showing in his eyes. The other party had not even revealed their true identities when he was dying.

"Crack, crack...!" A strong chill flowed along the sword, instantly freezing the corpse hanging on it. If you ignored the hideous eyes, it would look like a peaceful face.

(End of this chapter)