"That's it? I don't believe it! "
Yan Mie Tian's eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at the blood-colored sky. It was as if blood was seeping out of his eyes.
The son of a god who could cross the Pagoda Sea of Flames was killed by Dugu Cheng just like that?
Yan Mietian's beloved disciple, Xu Chen, and Yan Lin were still in seclusion, waiting for Su Yi's arrival. Yan Mietian's nose twitched as he glared at Dugu Cheng who was running away.
"Dugu Cheng, you bastard! Why did you have to drag Su Yi down with you?! "
The Thunderflame Holy Temple's experts behind him had witnessed Su Yi's feats that day. Now that they saw a heaven's pride of their generation fall, they couldn't help but lower their heads and sigh in sorrow!
Yun Zhongli's back was facing the crowd, but he could understand the pain in his heart. If he could, he would have exchanged his life for Su Yi's.
Without Su Yi, Yun Jing would be like duckweed in the endless Star Field.
Yun Zhongli regretted his decision when he thought of his beloved Jing 'er and his old friend Su Jingyuan. He wanted to scold himself for coming so late.
"Let's go!" Yun Zhongli roared in a voice that was close to a roar. His body turned into a white light and flew away!
Raging Flame and Azure Wave quickly rushed into the spatial crack. Yan Mietian and Ye Yi sneered when they saw Dugu Cheng being besieged by the Myriad Sword Alliance.
"You and I will fight at the Dragon God Ceremony three months later!" Yan Mietian's eyes were gloomy. Although Ye Yi wasn't the mastermind, she was an accomplice!
The five aristocratic families had already shed all pretenses of cordiality, so Yan Mietian didn't need to beat around the bush.
On Sky Sea City's side, Su Yi was dead, so Ye Yi was even more unscrupulous. She smiled faintly and said, "I'll keep you company! I'll trample the Thunderfire Temple with my own hands! "
Yan Mietian spat angrily. "Bah! Bitch! You think you can do it? Listen to your husband's words! "
Ye Yi raised her eyes coldly. The scales of victory had already tilted. Yan Mietian's words had no effect on her.
Looking at Ying Wuxiu's steel-like face, Ye Yi said softly, "Go back and explain to Lian 'er!"
"I have a feeling that it won't end so easily!"
After a long while, Ying Wuxiu raised his head. His eyes were calm. Ying Wuxiu had been running the Ling-Bao Hall in the Six Continents, Three Continents, and One Ocean. He had seen a lot of people.
Was Su Yi really over? Even if he was still alive, Yin Wuxiu was still unwilling to believe that such a peerless talent had fallen just like that!
"So what if I believe it or not? There's no way to investigate the depths of the earth's core. Even if he's alive, can he come out?" Ye Yi shook her head.
Yin Wuxiu was speechless. Ye Yi patted Yin Wuxiu's shoulder and said softly, "Wuxiu, I know you love talent! But he had provoked an existence that he could not afford to provoke! The people of Tian Yao School can't be left alive! "
Yin Wuxiu's eyes dimmed. He curled his lips bitterly. He did not dare to imagine the future of Sky Barbarian!
"Let's go! The Dragon God Ceremony will be the day when Sky Barbarian falls! "
After that, the people of Tian Lan Sea City returned to Tian Lan Sea with the good news of the fall of the Myriad Sword Alliance.
The whole place was in chaos. The strong wind blew the debris, and the stench of blood filled the air. Anyone who smelled it felt nauseous.
The only quiet existence was Situ Muyang, who was floating in the air. He carried the last bit of hope with him as he slowly came to the endless abyss.
The dark abyss had no end. The suffocating feeling of not being able to see the bottom made Situ Muyang cry.
"Junior Martial Uncle …"
When he met Junior Martial Uncle for the first time at the Shenjian Gate, both of them were invincible and won the first place in the competition.
After that, Su Yi's terrifying growth made him a huge obstacle in his path of cultivation. Situ Muyang cultivated with hatred, hoping to surpass Su Yi.
He did not expect that he would send Su Yi into the abyss with his own hands.
Patter! Patter!
Situ Muyang knew that Su Yi knew whether the Myriad Sword Alliance was sincere or not.
Su Yi was willing to take a risk for himself and for Dugu Yumo. However, Junior Martial Uncle had underestimated the Myriad Sword Alliance.
The Myriad Sword Alliance was not going to kill Su Yi. They were going to use the Myriad Sword Alliance and Su Yi to perish together.
Situ Muyang swallowed his saliva and his eyes flashed. He wanted to go down and take a look, even if it meant that he would be crushed to pieces.
Situ Muyang gently moved his feet. When he reached the edge of the abyss, Situ Muyang's eyes flashed with the determination to die. With a shout, he spread his wings and fell into the abyss.
The white winged armor protected Situ Muyang. The North Wind Sword Intent swept past Situ Muyang mercilessly. In less than half a day, Situ Muyang was thrown up by the force of the earth's core.
Thump!
Situ Muyang fell heavily on the abyss. Invisible ripples spread out and terrifying cracks appeared. Lying on the ground, Situ Muyang looked up at the sky. His face was pale and blood was flowing out from the corner of his mouth.
"Let's try again!"
Situ Muyang did not give up. Whether it was his trust in Su Yi or his atonement, he felt that this was the only way he could feel better.
Thump!
This time, the time was even shorter. In less than half an hour, Situ Muyang was thrown up, but the fall was even heavier.
The Royal Wind Battlesuit was fluttering in the wind. The light spots were like stars floating in front of Situ Muyang's eyes. He reached out his hand to grab them, but a heart-wrenching pain surged up. Several of his bones were broken, and his flesh was trembling.
Should he continue?
This self-harming method was the only way for Situ Muyang to calm himself down. He tried three more times, each time faster and harder than the previous one.
For the last time, Situ Muyang was lying in the center of the abyss. His eyes were blurry, and his eyes were bleeding. His soul and flesh felt like they were being torn apart. The pain even caused him to hallucinate.
"Young Martial Uncle! Sister Ruoxin! Sister Yumo! "
The congested blood was stuck in his throat. He coughed until he saw stars. His fists were already bloody and full of broken stones. Situ Muyang tried to grab the images of Su Yi and his two sisters in the sky, but he could not do so.
Tap, tap!
A hunched and haggard figure walked to Situ Muyang's side. Seeing his grandson in such pain, Dugu Hen felt as if a knife was being twisted in his heart.
"Mu Yang, get up. I'll take you to treat your injuries!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a trembling voice came from Dugu Hen's throat. Situ Muyang, who was stiff and powerless, did not even look at Dugu Hen and flicked his arm away.
His footsteps were light as he walked into the distance. However, before he could even take two steps, he fell down again.
Falling, crawling, crawling, and falling again. Under the sorrowful gazes, Situ Muyang walked away.
"From today onwards, I, Situ Muyang, will sever all ties with the Myriad Sword Alliance! I am not related to Dugu Hen by blood! "
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