No matter how cold and heartless Zhuang Chengqian was. He would also feel heartache about Zhuang Mingqi's death. After all, that was his and Song Wanxi's only son.
But he knew very well that in that situation, he could not save Zhuang Mingqi even if he showed up. He knew what the right choice was. He was just making the right choice.
He felt pain, but he did not regret it.
The only choice in his life that he regretted was Song Wanxi's death. The White Bone God said that he did not shed a single tear, and he did not deny it. But at that moment, tears were useless, and he did not do useless things.
"Do you know what I hate about you the most?"
'Zhuang Chengqian' faced the two soul fires. He never regarded him as a god, only an opponent that must be defeated. "You always say these emotionless words to provoke emotions. You think you know 'people' very well, but after being a god for so long, you don't know what 'people' are! "
"You think you know me?"
He took off the scabbard and sword from his waist and threw it into the ground.
He was fed up with the sword's resistance, so he simply threw it aside.
But rather than saying that he was fed up, it was better to say that he was just eliminating all distractions so that he could reach his peak state. He faced the White Bone God head-on.
Because he had been waiting for a long time. The fate that he had waited for nearly two hundred years had arrived!
"As great as you are, do you remember …" he asked the White Bone God, "what day is today?"
What day was today?
In the inner mansion, Jiang Wang frowned. He found that he seemed to have fallen into Zhuang Chengqian's trap again.
Summoning the White Bone God to break the trap should be a sudden flash of inspiration, a genius move. But Zhuang Chengqian seemed to have prepared in advance.
He was not afraid of the White Bone God's arrival at all.
Judging from his tone, it was clear that he was the one who had chosen the day that all of this was happening.
This feeling of every move being in the game was very unsettling.
What day was today?
The White Bone God heard this question clearly.
This day was not simple.
It was the third day of the first lunar month, the Day of the Red Dog. It had always been an ominous day.
And the White Bone God clearly knew that it had a deeper meaning.
Because this day was the day of the calamity that he had set for Zhuang Chengqian. It was the day of Zhuang Chengqian's death!
The Lifeless Calamity was his most powerful divine art, and it involved his godly source power. It couldn't be activated easily.
When the Lifeless Tribulation appeared, there was only death and no life.
Even if Zhuang Chengqian was already a Perfected Person back then, he would not be able to survive after being struck by this technique.
He was also very confused. He did not understand how Zhuang Chengqian could survive until now.
Until now, Zhuang Chengqian had given him the answer.
He was indeed unable to resist the power of the Unlivable Tribulation, or perhaps he had never escaped from the Unlivable Tribulation. Faking his death to escape and escaping with his remnant soul during the period of no life were all just a form of delaying …
The calamity that should have happened nearly two hundred years ago was delayed until today!
Maybe he couldn't delay it any longer, or maybe he didn't dare to give Jiang Wang another year to grow, or he didn't dare to gamble on the next year's calamity.
But no matter what, this was the day he had chosen.
In other words, Zhuang Chengqian had been prepared for the arrival of the White Bone God!
So, where was his preparation?
Crack, crack.
With two soft sounds of bones rubbing against each other, the white skeletons jumped up.
He no longer waited for the accumulation of power to be perfect!
Either he couldn't, or he wasn't willing, or … he didn't dare.
A God of the Netherworld who had lived for a long time changed his mind for Zhuang Chengqian.
However, this was not a rare occurrence. Even such a great God of the Netherworld had been swayed by Zhuang Chengqian more than once.
His White Bone God Kingdom and his plan to descend into the world had all been more or less affected by Zhuang Chengqian.
Of course, this skeleton was not the White Bone God's original body, but it was also the strongest body he could use in the world. It was his precious accumulation over countless years, enough to display terrifying power in the world.
He had crossed two worlds and paid a huge price to send this body to this ancient devil's den.
Of course, his request was not to vent his anger.
Or rather, he might not have the emotion of "anger".
He wanted to truly control the situation and oversee the "calamity"!
This leap was very light, but there was a kind of nature that blended into this world.
In this life, this long, and this trip.
This skeleton seemed to be born in this ancient devil's den. This leap was something that would naturally happen here.
Frost flowed on the bones.
In the cruel coldness, there was a kind of holy praise.
It made people fear him, worship him, and believe in him!
He had not really made a move, but the body that Zhuang Chengqian was occupying was already unable to move.
He had to use his great willpower to fight against the instincts of the physical body that knelt down.
This physical body that was only at the Inner Mansion of the Supernatural Power was completely intimidated by the Divine Might.
In the process of leaping, the White Bone Skeleton's slender and fragile bone hands gently closed, forming a fist.
The body that Zhuang Chengqian was occupying was shackled, "lifted", and fixed in mid-air!
He was waiting for the Divine Punishment that he deserved, welcoming his destined death.
The skeleton's fist swung out. At the same time, it had already landed on Zhuang Chengqian's face.
Smack!
There was an intense crisp sound.
Zhuang Chengqian's head did not explode as expected.
This was because a palm that was as white as jade had circled in front of Zhuang Chengqian's face at the critical moment and blocked the punch!
Almost at the same time that the White Bone Skeleton swung its fist, the blood coffin that stood behind Zhuang Chengqian suddenly opened!
A beautiful woman leaped out from within.
The Blood Puppet True Demon that Zhuang Chengqian had created by fusing Song Wanxi's body and Song Hengjiang's soul had suddenly come out of the coffin.
The Blood Puppet True Demon and the White Bone Skeleton ignored space and time at the same time. They surrounded the physical body that Zhuang Chengqian was occupying and clashed together!
At this moment.
Zhuang Chengqian was unable to move and was fixed in mid-air.
The White Bone Skeleton that had leaped over faced him directly. The skeleton's fist that could not be completely closed pressed down in front of him.
However, that suffocating and terrifying Divine Might could not advance any further.
The beautiful woman was right behind him, and her soft body was being sensed by him.
Her fair and smooth jade-like arm gently circled around his body. Her palm turned outwards and blocked in front of the body's face.
Her palm caught the White Bone Skeleton's fist. The back of her hand was against his face.
It was cold to the touch.
However, his heart was boiling.
There was no need to guess. There was no need to be sad.
Song Wanxi covered his face with her hand and held him in her arms.
Without turning his head, Zhuang Chengqian could completely imagine the almond-shaped eyes and red lips behind him. Every detail, every curve, and every soul stirring beauty.
She was right next to him.
She was protecting him.
It was as if she had returned, as if she had never left.
Had she never left?
At this critical moment of life and death, Zhuang Chengqian slowly closed his eyes.
He felt a great softness in his heart.
Even if this warmth was fake, even if there was a bloody and cruel truth beneath the warm exterior, even if he was part of that bloody truth, he still wanted to be intoxicated by it.
Even if it was only for a short while.
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