The Prodigal Son

Faced with the rushing yellow lantern, Ning Huang did not launch an attack immediately, but instead leaped aside.

Huang Dengxing was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening.

Ning Huang wanted to find an open space to have a good fight with himself, so that the aftershocks of their battle wouldn't affect the coffin.

Realizing this, Huang Dengxing immediately chased after Ning Huang.

The two figures moved rapidly, leaving behind afterimages.

When the two were far enough away from the coffin, Ning Huang finally stood still.

"kill!"

Ning Huang shouted and launched a fierce attack.

He raised his sword high, and with a powerful aura, slashed fiercely at Huang Dengxing.

A massive blade of light sliced ​​through the air with a whooshing sound, its force so great it seemed to cleave Huang Dengxing in two.

Having experienced fighting Ning Huang, Huang Dengxing naturally knew the difference in strength between himself and Ning Huang.

Faced with Ning Huang's all-out attack, Huang Dengxing did not take it head-on. Instead, he pushed his speed to the limit to quickly dodge the fatal blow, while constantly shifting his position to attack Ning Huang from the side.

Swipe!

Huang Dengxing darted around while rapidly drawing his sword.

The sword light was dazzling, and several arc-shaped streams of true energy surrounded Ning Huang, rushing towards him from all directions.

Ning Huang's eyes narrowed, and he was secretly surprised.

He felt that the yellow light traffic seemed to be better now than before.

Did Empress Wu's death improve his mental cultivation?

However, even so, he still has absolute confidence in his abilities!

"Break it!"

Ning Huang roared, gripped the sword with both hands, and his true energy exploded forth.

boom!

A massive blade of light slashed fiercely at the incoming true energy, shattering it with a deafening roar.

The aftershocks of the dissipated true energy sent dust flying from the ground.

Taking advantage of the situation, Huang Dengxing spun around like a ghost and circled behind Ning Huang, unleashing a sharp sword beam towards Ning Huang's back.

Ning Huang remained calm and composed. With a flick of his wrist, he swept his battle blade horizontally, the powerful force causing Huang Dengxing to stagger backward.

Huang Dengxing dared not linger in the fight, and once again moved swiftly around Ning Huang, his sword flashing and each move deadly.

Ning Huang's eyes were icy cold as he wielded his battle blade with impenetrable speed, the blade's light crisscrossing and intersecting.

A violent shockwave emanated from the two of them, creating a scene of flying sand and stones.

The two fought faster and more fiercely.

With no worries, Huang Dengxing let go of all shackles, becoming more courageous and frenzied with each battle.

Later on, Huang Dengxing even resorted to a life-for-life fighting style.

Lu Si and the others, who were witnessing a battle between grandmasters for the first time, were so shocked that they stood there dumbfounded, their mouths agape, as if they could not believe their eyes.

"Senior Zhao, Huang Dengxing is really going all out! Senior Ning should be alright, right?"

Watching Huang Dengxing's reckless fighting style, Qin Yu couldn't help but worry for Ning Huang.

Zhao Po turned to look at Qin Yu and said indifferently, "You can say that to me, but if you dare to say it in front of Ning the Madman, be careful he doesn't beat you up."

Is he doubting Ning Huang's strength?

Undeniably, Huang Dengxing's life-for-life fighting style did cause Ning Huang some trouble.

But it's just a little trouble!

The difference in strength between Huang Dengxing and Ning Huang is obvious; he can't make up for it by risking his life!

boom!

Just as Zhao Po finished speaking, a loud explosion suddenly rang in their ears.

Amidst the billowing dust, the disheveled Huang Dengxing flew backwards, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

His longsword had long since slipped from his hand, blood was gushing from his tiger's mouth, and he was spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Huang Dengxing endured the excruciating pain in his internal organs and struggled for a long time before finally staggering to his feet. However, he coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "poof" sound and almost fell down again.

But Huang Dengxing held his body firmly, as if he were maintaining the last vestige of his dignity as a grandmaster.

Ning Huang stepped forward, sword in hand, and looked indifferently at the disheveled Huang Dengxing.

He had intended to persuade them to surrender, but the words caught in his throat, and he suddenly changed his mind.

Huang Dengxing had already lost the will to live. He knew he was no match for himself, yet he still fought to the death.

He was simply seeking death!

I want to die a glorious death, like a true warrior!

For the current traffic police, being persuaded to surrender is more like an insult.

"Should I see you off, or will you take your own life?"

Ning Huang stopped trying to persuade him to surrender, his voice cold and devoid of any human warmth.

"Send me on my way! Dying at the hands of you, you madman Ning, is nothing to be ashamed of..."

Huang Dengxing coughed twice, his gaze drifting to the coffin in the distance. "Ning Kuangtu, you'll abide by our gentleman's agreement, won't you?"

His face showed no fear of death whatsoever; on the contrary, it bore a slight smile.

It felt like a relief, or perhaps a joy at the prospect of reuniting with his beloved woman in another world.

"I will definitely keep my promise to you!"

Ning Huang nodded emphatically, then asked, "Do you have any last words?"

Last words?

Huang Dengxing's face showed a hint of self-mockery.

He was all alone, with no relatives or friends.

Even if he had last words, he wouldn't know who to say them to!

After a long while, Huang Dengxing tidied his disheveled hair, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave Ning Huang a relieved smile. "If you don't mind the trouble, find a beautiful place to bury us!"

"No trouble at all!"

Ning Huang said solemnly, "Considering you're still a decent man, I'll personally erect a monument for you!"

"That won't be necessary... cough cough..."

Huang Dengxing shook his head and smiled weakly: "I am a traitorous villain whom everyone wants to kill. I don't want anyone to disturb my and Liu'er's peace..."

"Alright! As you wish!"

Ning Huang readily agreed, "Is there anything else to say?"

"It's gone!"

Huang Dengxing glanced at the coffin one last time, then slowly closed his eyes. "Thanks, Ning Kuangtu!"

Ning Huang paused, then slowly said, "Huang Dengxing, you have not disgraced the name of a grandmaster. Rest in peace on your journey!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Huang suddenly swung his sword.

brush!

A flash of light, and blood gushed from Huang Dengxing's neck.

Ning Huang turned around and slowly walked to Qin Yu. "Have someone change him into clean clothes before placing him in the coffin!"

"good!"

Qin Yu agreed.

Two quarters of an hour later, Qin Yu had Huang Dengxing dressed in clean clothes and placed him in the coffin he had personally crafted.

Wu Liuer was still wearing a red wedding dress, embroidered with several azaleas.

The coffin was just the right size, allowing Huang Dengxing and Wu Liuer to sit close together.

Looking at the yellow lantern inside the coffin, Qin Yu couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

This guy is quite the romantic.

Pity!

However, it's fortunate that he's a romantic at heart.

Otherwise, if a reckless grandmaster were to plot revenge against him, he would really be in some trouble.

The death of Huang Dengxing actually put his mind at ease.

Qin Yu reached out and placed Huang Dengxing and Wu Liuer's hands together, then slowly closed the heavy coffin lid.

Then, Qin Yu took two steps back and bowed deeply towards the two coffins, saying, "May you two rest in peace!"

"..."

Lu Si's lips twitched slightly, and he curled his lip in disdain: "You fucking wish he were dead every day, and now you're being dramatic?"

"I...you're such a drama queen!"

Qin Yu was speechless, wishing he could kick Lü Si away. "Even if you die, I'll still send you on your way!"

That son of a bitch!

You can't expect ivory from a dog's mouth!

He hoped the yellow light would bring him to his death, but that didn't stop him from seeing the yellow light off for a while.

He and Huang Dengxing didn't have any personal grudges; they just had different stances.

Regardless, he still had to thank Huang Dengxing for his final act of honesty...