Once Dongfang XingChen heard Yun Yang's name, he was stunned. "Yun Yang?" Turning his head, Yun Yang's masked silhouette came into view, standing not far away from him.
The pair of eyes behind the mask was glinting with a cold, murderous intent as they locked onto him.
Yun Yang's heart was stronger than steel, but he could not help but sigh at this moment.
Dongfang Haoran's words were clear.
Who would do it?
No matter who did it, Dongfang XingChen had to die. He was doomed!
In spite of this, Yun Yang was uncharacteristically hesitant, so he said, "I've never thought of asking you to do it. After all, even a vicious tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs. Killing your own son is not only a form of heartache to you, it's also an internal demon. Therefore, I've planned to be the one to deal the killing blow from the start! "
"However, things are different now. You've asked so many questions, so many descendants of heroes have died unjustly. If you don't end this yourself, not only will the guilt in your heart be difficult to vent, it will become an internal demon and it will be difficult to give an explanation to the countless wronged souls …"
Yun Yang paused for a moment before speaking again, "It's a dilemma. I wonder if Palace Lord Ximen has any suggestions on how to deal with this?"
Ximen Fafu's eyes were filled with admiration.
Although his son had died a step earlier in Yun Yang's hands, he was still impressed by Yun Yang's ingenuity at the moment.
The two points that Yun Yang had mentioned were both important points.
Whether he let Dongfang Haoran do it or not, it was a huge problem!
As for this suggestion, it was best for him, the indirect party involved, to resolve the issue.
Just as he was about to speak, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Ximen Fafu suddenly had a thought. Dongfang XingChen's actions were insane, heinous, and deserved to die. It was obvious that Dongfang Haoran did not know about the shady business he had done. Otherwise, the situation would not have spiraled out of control.
Then, what about himself? What about his own son, Ximen Fafu?
Dongfang XingChen did not die, and Dongfang Haoran had asked about these things …
This had led to the boundless guilt in his heart. He was in a dilemma, with no way out!
What if Ximen Fafu did not die? Should he ask?
He might have to ask as well …
Would the answer be optimistic?!
Ximen Fafu didn't have any illusions at all, because he had already remembered that in his own Western Heaven Divine Palace, there seemed to be some descendants of heroes who chose to move their entire family away, fleeing far away. From then on, there was no news of them, as if they had vanished into thin air …
Just a moment ago, DongFang XingChen had even said that XiMen Huanyu shared the same opinion as me. Doesn't that mean …
Ximen Fengfu broke out in a cold sweat, drenching his robe, but he spoke resolutely, "Yun Yang, it's better for you to do it!"
Dongfang Haoran could make up for the guilt in his heart by killing enemies in the future, but if he really did something like personally killing his own son, the damage to his heart would be something that he would never be able to make up for in his entire life!
DongFang XingChen's eyes widened as he looked from one to another, before looking back at his father. His mind was once again in a state of chaos.
What's going on … Are they discussing who's going to kill me?
Why?!
Suddenly, a huge sense of absurdity surged in his heart.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
How could this happen?
My own father is discussing who's going to kill me with someone else?
"Father …" DongFang XingChen looked at his father pleadingly, his eyes filled with hope.
Dongfang Haoran gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Shut up! I, Dongfang Haoran, do not have a bastard son like you! "
Clang!
Yun Yang pulled out his saber from its scabbard, his murderous intent rising to the next level.
"Father! Save me … "DongFang XingChen had already realized something and was unwilling to die, so he screamed at the top of his lungs.
However, his last cry for help was only halfway through when Yun Yang's saber light slashed down like a waterfall!
He could not wait to see this shameless face ever again!
The saber light fell!
Blood splattered!
Green light rose.
His soul was obliterated!
DongFang XingChen's body was split into two, falling to the ground with a thud. His head fell to the ground with a thud, rolling a few times before he faced the sky, his eyes still filled with confusion.
Why?
DongFang Haoran faced the sky, his body trembling even more violently. His lips and eyes were tightly shut.
He still did not want to see his son's final death.
But in the end, he still turned his head and took a look.
That tall figure did not change at all, but the feeling it gave was as if he had aged several decades in that instant!
It was over!
From a small meatball that he had hugged and teased in his arms, to growing up bit by bit, to being taught bit by bit, to experiencing so many years …
To this day, at this moment, it had all turned into nothingness!
He had died, but the heinous sins he had committed … how could he redeem them?
He closed his eyes and could vaguely see countless figures appearing in front of him. They were his brothers, and all of them were angrily questioning him.
"DongFang Haoran, I have fought for humanity my entire life and died. You promised to take care of my descendants, is this how you take care of them?"
"DongFang, where is your promise?"
"DongFang, how is my family?"
"DongFang, you've taken care of them too well, should I thank you?"
"DongFang, is this how you treat your dead brother's family?"
"…"
DongFang Haoran closed his eyes and suddenly roared, "No! … Brothers, I … "
The figure in front of him suddenly disappeared.
Ximen Fanfu watched from the side and sighed softly, "DongFang!"
"... Huh?" Dongfang Haoran was confused.
"Let's go back."
"Go back?"
"Back to the palace. Call the Northern Palace, back to the palace. The matter in this room has already been settled. "
"Back … to the palace … ah …" Dongfang Haoran's voice was distant.
After a long time, he said as if he was sleep-talking, "That's right, we have to go back and clean up the mess … to give an explanation to the brothers who sacrificed themselves back then … I want to go to their graves … to kowtow and ask for forgiveness … My son is unfilial, it's all his old man's fault … even though this apology is meaningless …"
Yun Yang was silent on the side.
At this moment, no matter how intelligent he was, he didn't know what he should say to deal with this situation.
It was as if anything he said was meaningless.
He firmly believed that he had not done anything wrong, that his killing was justified and gratifying!
However, in the face of these two fathers who had just lost their own sons, he could not be completely confident and confident!
After all, their sons … were killed by him.
Kinship was once Yun Yang's biggest regret and desire. Even now, with a goal in mind, Yun Yang still cherished every bit of kinship. He dared not even imagine what his choice would be if this happened to him!
The two palace lords staggered as they turned to leave, their silhouettes extremely bleak.
"Palace Lord Dongfang …" Yun Yang called out after a moment of hesitation.
Dongfang Haoran stopped but did not turn back. "What is it?"
"Aren't you going to take your son's body?" Yun Yang asked.
Once DongFang XingChen's soul was destroyed, there would be no trace of him remaining. However, his corpse would still exist, and if he were to bury him, even though it would be akin to burying his head, it would still be a form of consolation to a father.
Dongfang Haoran trembled and froze on the spot. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said hoarsely, "Then … feed him to the dogs!"
Suddenly, with a long howl, he soared into the sky and turned into a ray of light, vanishing in a flash.
Ximen Fafu sighed and rolled up his sleeves, wrapping up the two halves of Dongfang Xingchen's corpse and keeping them into his spatial ring. His voice was hollow as he said, "This reputed one wants to go back as well … go back and investigate … whether these people have committed the same sin all these years …"
His voice was trembling, obviously not the least bit confident in the results of his investigation.
In fact, Ximen Fafu knew it very well, like a mirror.
His son and Dongfang Xingchen had similar statuses and statuses. Whether it was their foresight, experience, or knowledge, they were on par with each other. Even their strategy towards Yun Yang, the hero of the Bound of Universe, was the same. With such similar temperaments and almost the same obsession for power, how could they be different when it came to treating heroes differently? He believed that Ximen Huanyu had probably done most of what Dongfang Xingchen had done, even if he did not do all of them!
Ximen Fafu knew his son very well, especially when he had heard Dongfang Xingchen's confession from a close distance.
It would be better if he did not investigate this as he could still be muddle-headed.
However, he could not be muddle-headed like this. It was rare for him to be muddle-headed. What about the heroic souls who had died in battle? What about the wronged souls who had died unjustly?
He had to investigate this matter!
"Palace Lord Ximen!" Yun Yang said solemnly, "The dead have passed, please restrain your grief. However, I still have something to say. Having gotten rid of so many people today, for the future development of the three heavenly palaces … it may be a temporary loss of vitality and a sharp decline in combat power, but there will be many benefits in the future. The benefits will ultimately outweigh the disadvantages! "
The advantages outweigh the disadvantages?
With Ximen Fafu's experience, he would not have missed this point and agreed with it!
However …
What you're talking about is the future after all. The reality now is … my son is dead, I'm sad … my subordinates are dead, I'm sad too …
My situation is even worse than that old man Dongfang Haoran's!
I'm now in a dilemma of life and death … How can I face my wife when I return?
My son has been killed right in front of me?
I know who the murderer is, but I can't avenge him?
My wife is furious and wants to seek revenge, but I can't let her come?
To a man who has the final say in his own family, this may not be a big deal, but to me, it's like the sky has fallen …
Sigh.
Shaking his head sadly, Ximen Fafu sighed softly, "Gone, gone …"
With a swoosh, he turned into a rainbow and left.
The three palace lords did not even go to the battlefield where the Saint Lords had fallen to take a look, leaving just like that.
Yun Yang stood where he was for a long time.
After half a day, he returned and picked up the scattered spatial equipment along the way.
At this moment, the huge Tonight City was similar to a dead city. There was not the slightest bit of movement in any direction.
From the place where Dongfang XingChen had fallen to the main battlefield, the personal belongings of the Saint Lords and Sons of Saints were scattered everywhere. Even though they were broken pieces of weapons, they shone brilliantly, not a single one of them was ordinary. However, no one dared to pick them up!
Yun Yang tidied up along the way back, not leaving a single thing unattended. He did not live up to his reputation of plucking feathers as he passed.
After collecting all the spatial equipment and broken pieces of weapons, Yun Yang waved his hand and gathered all the remains of the dead experts together. With a punch, he punched a hole in the ground and threw all the broken pieces of flesh and blood into it.
Then, with a sweep of his hands, the ground was leveled once again.
However, there was not even a tombstone marking the place where the Saint Lords had died. They were destined to vanish from this world, never to be heard of again.
"After today, perhaps Tonight's City will become the new cultivation sanctuary of the Bound of Universe … Even if the ordinary people who live here don't embark on the path of cultivation, just a little nourishment from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will improve their physique, reducing the possibility of injuries and illnesses."
Yun Yang mumbled to himself.
Among the cultivators who had fallen in this battle, the lowest cultivation base was at the pinnacle of the fourth level of Saint Venerable, while most of them had the cultivation base of Saint Lords. Their flesh, blood, and bones were filled with the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth. Buried underground, they would slowly evaporate and produce a large amount of spiritual energy to nourish heaven and earth …
This process could go on for hundreds or even thousands of years.
That was why Yun Yang had such a thought. "After you die, make a little contribution to the ordinary people of Tonight's City, and you can slightly redeem some of your sins …"
He turned around and looked in another direction. Then, he began to walk over.
The other end of that direction was where the people of the Sacred Heart Palace lived.
"Let's hope they haven't escaped yet!"
Yun Yang walked over step by step.
What he had said to Dongfang Haoran earlier was from the bottom of his heart. Of course, he had to say what he had said.
"There's no need to go over." A clear voice rang out. "The people of the Sacred Heart Palace have all left."
Yun Yang turned to look at the source of the voice. White clothes fluttered in the wind and a white veil covered her face. She was slim and graceful like a fairy.
It was Shangguan Lingxiu.
"Why haven't you left?"
"Hmph …" Shangguan Lingxiu said, "If I had left … how could I have seen Lord Supreme Cloud's amazing prowess?"
Yun Yang felt the murderous aura around him recede like the tide, replaced by serenity and warmth. He smiled and said, "I knew there must be something fishy about the two of you agreeing so readily!"
There was a smile in Shangguan Lingxiu's eyes that was as gentle as spring water. She said, "I heard that it's quite a distance from here to the Residence of Nine Supremes?"
Yun Yang understood instantly. He bowed politely in a noble's manner and said, "I wonder if this young one has the honor of inviting Lady Shangguan to walk side by side on the journey home?"
Shangguan Lingxiu thought about it and said reservedly, "Since you're quite polite, I shall grant you this opportunity."
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