If the battle during the day only proved the strength of Yuan Shan, a nobody.
Tonight, he would use his blood to prove his claim to the throne!
Six groups of people, thousands of experts, actually returned in defeat in front of him alone. Thousands of people were killed, and blood flowed like a river!
The nameless stream at the foot of the mountain turned red and did not stop for several days.
— So much so that it was called "Red Stream"!
And this valley was called "Valley of Thousands". This temple was called "Temple of Slaughter".
The more tragic this battle was, the more terrifying Yuan Shan's reputation was.
With the strength of one person, he fought against the siege of a city's forces.
— In the end, he won.
This was something that even the Great Swordsman back then might not be able to do.
Those who were originally paying attention to the Third Young Master Shen did not expect to be attracted by the Sick Sword Saint!
However, such a reputation was meaningless to Yuan Shan.
He was back.
But his body was cold.
— His vitality was gone.
Shen Zhenyi saw it at a glance.
If he failed to transform into a dragon, he would feed it with blood essence. If his blood essence was exhausted, it would be difficult to determine life and death.
This might be the only way for a person with ordinary talent to light up his life. Even if it was only a moment of brilliance, it was enough to illuminate the dark night sky of Xuantian City. In this gloomy and depressing world, it left a thick and colorful stroke!
This was also Yuan Shan's destiny.
— And the completion of his destiny.
At this time, even the Third Young Master Shen could not, or rather, was not willing to stop him.
Shen Zhenyi bowed slightly to show respect.
"They won't come again."
Yuan Shan's tone was no longer teasing like before. He was as calm as a machine.
He now needed to use all his strength to say every word. There were not many words that could be said. Of course, he could only choose the key points.
"Let's go."
He did not reach out to carry Xuan Yan again. Instead, he silently turned around and stepped into the darkness that was still filled with the smell of blood.
"Uncle Yuan!"
Xuan Yan jumped up and ran over to reach out to his back.
The Third Young Master Shen gently flicked his sleeve. A soft force blocked Xuan Yan and gently pushed him in front of Miss Yuan. "Don't touch him again."
Walking alone in the deep mountains.
His hands were empty, as if he was going to fall at any moment. However, he swayed as he continued to move forward, leading the way forward.
Miss Yuan hugged Xuan Yan, frightened and surprised.
Xuan Yan seemed to have a premonition of something. He struggled but did not dare to move. He only stared at Yuan Shan's back. The youth's throat was hissing. No one knew what he was making.
"Let's go."
Shen Zhenyi raised his head to look at the sky. The starlight fell, illuminating the desolate night sky. The pines in the mountains surged violently, as if they were angry.
He waved his hand, indicating for everyone to follow.
Outside the door, the smell of blood assailed his nostrils.
Miss Yuan hugged Xuan Yan and carefully moved closer to Shen Zhenyi. She quietly asked, "That Mr. Yuan … is, is he okay?"
Even she could see that something was wrong with Yuan Shan.
— — She didn't know the intensity of the battle outside the ruined temple, but she could imagine it.
"He's already dead."
Shen Zhenyi sighed softly.
"In order not to waste the opportunity he exchanged with his life, you should hurry up and leave."
"What?"
Xuan Yan widened his eyes and shouted, "How is this possible? Clearly … clearly … "
He pointed his young finger at Yuan Shan's back. The swordsman who had just created a miracle was silent. He just walked forward step by step.
— — But no matter what, it didn't look like he was already dead.
Occasionally, someone would jump out from the side. Immediately, a white light flashed, and a head fell to the ground.
Can a dead person still kill people?
"It's just a remnant breath."
Shen Zhenyi didn't have eyes. The crystal throne floated, passing through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
"Remnant breath?"
Xuan Yan didn't understand.
"After the hero died, his breath did not weaken. He turned into a comet to attack the moon, a white rainbow to pierce the sun, and an eagle to strike the palace."
Shen Zhenyi sighed. "This is the remnant breath."
"Although Yuan Shan is dead, he still has a remnant breath. He wants to finish this path and send you back to your hometown in the ice field. Only then can it end."
This was the last persistence and belief.
Miss Yuan covered her mouth and sobbed.
Cynanchum Chinense, Princess Long, and Zi Ningjun couldn't help but be silent. They turned their heads at the same time and looked at Yuan Shan's back.
"Quickly follow! With me around, I definitely won't let anyone hurt a single hair on Young Master Xuan's head! "
Suddenly, Yuan Shan turned around and grinned.
He no longer coughed. His face was pale and delicate. In fact, he was just a teenager.
Xuan Yan's tears fell like rain.
Just as Yuan Shan said, the group didn't encounter any more setbacks or obstacles on their way to the ice field. At most, there were only scars. Even if they relied on Yuan Shan, who didn't speak anymore, they could easily solve it.
In the battle of the ruined temple, the people mobilized by the various forces were in a mess.
It was too late to reorganize the people on the road to kill Xuan Yan.
The prison was bottomless and dark.
"The bloodline of the Xuan family has been preserved."
In the last cell, a person dressed in embroidered robes spoke to an old man.
"Furthermore, you used such a brilliant method to retain her. Xuan Tianwei, your bones are even harder than I imagined. Your schemes are also deeper than anyone else's."
The old man's hair and beard were white. His eyes were closed as though he couldn't hear or see anything.
Even the news that his precious young grandson was out of danger did not move him in the slightest.
"I don't know what the Xuan family is hiding on the ice field."
The person dressed in embroidered robes did not care about his response and continued to speak.
"But I know that it is something that can overturn the current order of Xuantian City. Right now, Xuantian City is in danger. The factions can lose all decorum at any time and cause a war. At that time, everything will be destroyed! Old Xuan, are you willing to let the beasts outside the city reap the benefits and destroy the last hope of the human race? "
His tone was strange and carried a heart-palpitating excitement.
Yet, there was also a sense of lofty indifference.
That old man was Xuan Tianwei.
The ancestor of the Xuan family.
Hearing the words of the person dressed in embroidered robes, he slowly raised his head and finally opened his eyes.
His eyes were blood red.
"Mister Jiu actually cares about the beasts outside the city?"
Xuan Tianwei's tone carried some sarcasm.
"Do the factions in the city really care about the beasts outside the city?"
He couldn't help but laugh at himself.
If the people fighting for power in the city really cared about the danger outside the city, the situation would not have developed to this day.
The present Xuantian City was rotten to the extreme, festering to the extreme.
If they could not squeeze out the rotting carbuncles, it would be a disaster sooner or later.
Xuan Tianwei had seen the end long ago.
So when Mister Yuan had predicted his death, he did not try to save himself. Like a moth to a flame, he threw himself into his own fate.
"Everyone has their own destinies."
Just like what he said to the young Yuanshan.
He also believed.
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