In the field, the three Heaven-rank experts looked at each other, and their faces darkened. They raised their speed to the maximum, and forcefully used their aura to push away the people around them. They formed a triangular formation as they closed in on Cold Cliffs. When the three of them joined the battle, they were originally determined to win. However, they did not expect that Cold Cliffs would be able to move at such a fast speed and perfect concealment that they were led by the nose. Their hearts were already filled with anger.
There were no weaklings in the Northern Emperor Sect. Every opponent beside Cold Cliffs was a fully deserving expert. They were not people that ordinary Magic Warriors, household guards, or palace guards could compare to. The amount of pressure he endured, the amount of danger he faced every minute and every second, and the number of times he brushed past death. Only he knew it clearly. His body had already been hit by three palms and four swords. Half of his body was stained with blood. He could not feel the pain in his body, nor could he feel the chaos in his internal organs. He could only feel a growing sense of weakness. He could not resist it. He was completely indifferent to death. He only wanted to kill more people. He did not care about anything else. Death, to him, was not scary at all. Only regret … regret that he did not complete the task that Ye Wuchen entrusted to him … regret that he did not bring Ping 'er out …
Three auras as heavy as mountains pressed down on him from three directions. The world in front of him suddenly darkened. He made a retreating posture, wanting to avoid it at the same time.
The three of them closed in at the same time. Cold Cliffs's body, which was originally retreating, suddenly charged forward. He faced the overwhelming Infernal Spirit Power and rushed straight towards one of the Heaven-rank experts. At that moment, his speed had reached his limit.
Everyone present was taken aback, and some of them even shouted out loud. He suddenly changed from retreating to charging forward like lightning. It was out of everyone's expectations. Cold Cliffs's body collided with the Heaven-rank expert that he was facing. One Infernal Spirit Power brushed past his back, while the other two bombarded his body at the same time …
Cold Cliffs's world was in chaos. His eyes became listless. There was no pain on his face, no desolation or unwillingness. He spat out a mouthful of blood on the face of the person in front of him. The Heaven-rank expert that he had collided with had a blood-stained dark green blade on his back.
"Elder … Elder Purple!" Everyone present cried out in shock. Even Yan Cang and the four old men behind him, who had always been extremely calm, turned pale with fright. Cold Cliffs's body was thrown far away by a strong force. He laid on the ground silently. Only his hands were still tightly holding onto the Wind Breaking Blade that had never left his body. This was his killing weapon. It was one of Feng Zhaoyang's weapons, and the only thing that Feng Zhaoyang had left for him. Even in death, it would never leave his side.
At this moment, they completely disregarded the life and death of Cold Cliffs, who was no longer a threat to them. They gathered in front of the old man whose heart had been pierced by Cold Cliffs's blade and screamed in confusion. Ping 'er's face was as white as a sheet. She threw herself onto Cold Cliffs's body and shook his body with all her might … she finally had the chance to touch his body again. However, he could only stare at the sky with his listless eyes, unable to see her …
"Blockhead! Cold Cliffs! Get up … get up! Don't die, I won't allow you to die. If you die, who will bring me out … you said you would bring me out! " Ping 'er grabbed onto his clothes and screamed at the top of her lungs. Unknowingly, she could feel tears rolling down her cheeks. She cried … Even she herself didn't understand why her tears wanted to flow out so uncontrollably.
Looking at Cold Cliffs who was covered in blood and did not respond, Ping 'er turned around abruptly and knelt in the direction of Yan Cang, "Uncle Cang, please save him … Ping' er begs you to save him … you can take Ping 'er's life or destroy his cultivation. Please don't let him die …"
Yan Cang's gaze swept across Cold Cliffs's body. Although his breath was still breathing, he was no longer alive. There was no need for them to do anything. In a short period of time, he would be dead. Yan Cang's gaze shifted to Ping 'er. In silence, his face revealed some surprise and astonishment, wondering why she would put on such a stance to plead for him. He said calmly, "Since he dared to barge into my Northern Emperor Sect, he should have known this a long time ago. Ping Er, come back with me immediately. I can still protect you. If you continue to persist like this … Haih, he is a member of Evil Sect. At that time, the Northern Emperor Sect will not tolerate you because of him. "
"No … Uncle Cang … Uncle Cang, you've seen it for yourself, he's so powerful … You usually treasure talent like your life, if he could join the Northern Emperor Sect … I … I will definitely be able to convince him to work for the Northern Emperor Sect. I beg you, please spare him. Please save him. "Ping 'er shook her head vehemently, begging for mercy.
Yan Cang raised his eyebrows and sighed to himself, "If you really think that way, then you are wrong about him. He is a person who will not kneel unless he is willing. Even if his legs are broken, he will not betray his original master … Ping Er, you are still young. I cannot bear to see you destroyed like this. Since that is the case, I will let you give up soon."
He stretched out his right hand and waved it in the air. A long iron sword on the ground flew up and was absorbed into his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword immediately drew a line of cold light in the air and flew towards Cold Cliffs's throat.
The sword flew with a sharp whistling sound. However, the moment the sword left his hand, Yan Cang's pupils shrank. A panicked scream was about to come out from his chest …
"Swish …"
The long sword entered his body. The body that was pierced through caused Yan Cang to choke back the scream he was about to let out. His Heaven Realm upper tier strength was extremely strong. Even if Cold Cliffs was at his peak condition, it would not be easy for him to dodge the sword that he had casually thrown out. And with Ping Er's Spirit Realm middle tier strength, it was even more impossible for her to catch the sword's trajectory. However, the moment the long sword left his hand, Yan Cang could only watch helplessly as the long sword that was aimed at Cold Cliffs's throat was blocked by a body that was pouncing in front of him. Yan Cang could not react to her speed at all …
The sword pierced through Ping Er's left chest, piercing through her heart. Her frail body was not strong enough to withstand the force of the sword. The tip of the sword pierced through her body and continued on towards Cold Cliffs. However, the direction of the tip of the sword was slightly altered due to the obstruction. It did not land on Cold Cliffs's throat. Instead, it slanted downwards and pierced into his left shoulder, all the way to the bone.
A sword had pierced through a half-kneeling body and a body that was lying on the ground. Fresh blood flowed down from the sword, from Ping Er's back to the sword and onto Cold Cliffs's left shoulder. It mixed with his blood.
The piercing pain caused Cold Cliffs, who was on the verge of losing consciousness, to regain some semblance of consciousness. Through his unfocused eyes, he could vaguely see the sword. He could clearly see Ping Er, who was shielding his body and had her heart pierced through by the sword.
Yan Cang was stunned. The four old men behind him were also visibly shaken. Yan Cang took a step forward and sighed, "Ping Er, why do you have to do this?"
"I beg you ….. save him ….."
The heart is the most vulnerable part of the human body. If a normal person's heart is pierced through by a sharp weapon, they will die immediately. Ping Er may have a high cultivation level and can hold on longer than normal people, but with her heart pierced, she has already entered the gates of death. There is no possibility of her surviving. Her consciousness was drifting and her vision was becoming increasingly blurry. With a voice as weak as a mosquito, she slowly muttered, "Uncle Cang ….. I beg you ….. save him ….."
Yan Cang's heart was filled with remorse but he is not an emotional person. He will not give up on his principles because of his remorse. With a pained expression, he shut his eyes and said with remorse, "I have never had a son or a daughter. You have always been like my daughter. Ping Er, you can rest in peace ….."
His voice stopped abruptly and his brows furrowed. The four old men behind him and the dozens of men around them were shocked and their eyes were filled with disbelief as they stared in the direction of Ping Er.
Behind her, the originally lifeless Cold Cliffs was now trembling as he slowly straightened his body. His movements were extremely slow and looked to be in great difficulty. It was as if a gust of wind could blow him down again. Unbeknownst to him, the sword that pierced through his shoulder had been detached from his shoulder. However, the body of the sword did not move at all. Instead, he gripped it tightly in his left hand. If he were to move the sword, Ping 'er, who was stabbed in the heart, would die immediately.
When he raised his head, the two blood-red eyes were like the terrifying eyes of a demon. Under the night sky, they emitted a bone-chilling blood-red glow. Everyone's gaze seemed to be forcefully attracted by an irresistible force as they focused on this pair of eyes at the same time. The moment this pair of eyes appeared, a murderous aura filled with endless resentment and sorrow rose like a sudden storm, cutting through everyone's hearts.
Something called trembling grew in everyone's heart in that instant, swelling up … Then, along with the legend of this pair of eyes, it condensed into something called panic.
"Blood Kill Demonic Eyes!" Yan Cang growled. Cold Cliffs had once used the Blood Kill Demonic Eyes during the Tianchen Magic Conference and used the Void Blade to kill Yan Zheng. This was something that everyone in the Northern Emperor Sect knew. This was the first time he had seen the Blood Kill Demonic Eyes. But the first time he saw the pair of eyes, he would not hesitate to call out its name. Even he, when faced with the pair of eyes, felt a chill run down his spine.
"Blood Kill Demonic Eyes ….."
"This must be the Blood Kill Demonic Eyes!"
"He was clearly on the brink of death, how could he ….. Is the Blood Kill Demonic Eyes as terrifying as the legends say? We must be careful! "
"Is it because he is dying ….. or because of Ping 'er? No matter what, I would like to see how the Blood Kill Demonic Eyes changes today ….. Don't be too nervous. Don't tell me that we can't deal with the Blood Kill Demonic Eyes even with the few of us here? "
The four elders behind Yan Cang all spoke in a low voice. Their words showed that their calm hearts had been shaken quite a bit. At the same time, under the terrifying murderous aura, all of them secretly raised their Qi and prepared to defend with all their strength without holding anything back.
It was different from the first time he had opened his Bloodlust Demonic Eye amidst endless hatred and unwillingness. This time, he felt endless despair, endless resentment, and the endless pain in his heart, as if he was being sliced by countless bloody blades.
He did not attack like a berserk demon. Instead, he gently supported Ping 'er's body with his hand. His action was so gentle that it was as if he was touching a bubble. Looking at Ping 'er's pale face, he could feel that she was on the brink of death. A drop of blood dripped from his left eye and landed on Ping' er's face. The blood trickled down her cheek, leaving a trail of blood on her face.
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