Qin Yu felt his body hurtling towards Sky Mountain. His arms, legs, and neck were all wrapped tightly by vines, pulling him towards Sky Mountain.
He was really scared. His father had gone to the Cottage to restrain Mr. Du and the College. As long as they killed the Sword Saint and the others, the Eastern Barren Territory would belong to the Qin Clan. However, he did not expect that Ye Futian could not only trigger the bell on Sky Mountain but also control the Spiritual Qi on Sky Mountain.
I won't die. Qin Yu had a strong will to live. His body shone with dazzling golden light, tearing everything apart. At the same time, his armor ritual implement shone and blocked the spell.
The golden vines were cut apart by the powerful metal will. Qin Yu had a sliver of hope, but there was a clang … Puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The sliver of hope that had just risen was instantly extinguished.
Ye Futian wanted to completely cut off his path of survival and end his life.
The fear in Qin Yu's heart grew stronger and stronger. Then there was a loud bang and he felt his body hit the mountain wall. The vines turned into sharp blades and stabbed at his body. But Qin Yu was bathed in the light of the ritual implement and blocked the vines' attack.
Clang, clang, clang … The bell swept through everything. The endless space on Sky Mountain trembled violently.
"Bastard."
"Stop." The Nobles from the Barren State were all lying on the ground, vomiting blood. The huge and majestic Yinglong fell to the ground, blood flowing from its mouth. The Three-legged Golden Raven was also lying on the ground, breathing weakly, blood the color of fire flowing from its mouth.
It was too tragic. All the powerful figures on Sky Mountain were suppressed to the ground. Only the weakest ones were still standing. They didn't know what to think as they watched the nobles fall to the ground one by one.
The bell was still echoing in their minds. On Sky Mountain, Ye Futian's control of the bell had killed everything instantly.
It was too brutal.
Like Nan Yu, Qin Yu was tied to the mountain wall. His breath was weak and he was on the verge of death. The light of the ritual implement dimmed and his spiritual energy was weak. He couldn't use his spiritual energy to protect his body.
The sharp golden vines touched the skin on Qin Yu's neck. It was bone-chilling. Breathing weakly, Qin Yu looked up at Ye Futian and whispered, "Let me go."
Let him off?
Ye Futian smiled. When Qin Yu planned to destroy the Liu Kingdom, did he ever think about letting anyone go?
"The Qin Dynasty is cruel and heartless. Such a force is destined to be buried in the river of history. Qin Yu, you won't be alone." As soon as Ye Futian finished speaking, the sharp blade pierced his neck. Blood slowly flowed out. Qin Yu's eyes were wide open, as if he had regained his strength. He stared at Ye Futian.
"I can't accept this." He roared with all his might. Then, his eyes gradually lost focus and his breath disappeared. He was nailed to the top of Sky Mountain.
The ice and snow on Sky Mountain covered his body. In an instant, Qin Yu turned into an ice sculpture and was frozen to the side of Sky Mountain.
"How can the Liu Kingdom accept this?" Beside him, Nan Yu's body trembled in fear. The low-level clan cultivator that he looked down on now revealed an aura that terrified him. He had used Sky Mountain's intent to defeat all the strong cultivators around the mountain and pinned a top Noble to the top of the mountain.
Ye Futian turned around slowly. At the foot of the mountain, countless eyes stared at Ye Futian. Their hearts were in turmoil.
He had obtained the Sky Mountain relic and controlled its intent. The crown prince of the Qin Dynasty, Qin Yu, had died on Sky Mountain.
Moreover, it probably wasn't just Qin Yu.
At the foot of Sky Mountain, on the snow, the faces of the Fuyun Sword Clan, the lord of the Royal Xuan Temple, and the leader of the Donghua Clan were all pale.
At the moment, their breaths were weak and miserable.
They knew very well that if Ye Futian could kill Qin Yu, they could too.
In the sky, golden vines covered the sky. There were no more snowflakes.
Ye Futian glanced at the leaders of the Fuyun Sword Clan and the Royal Xuan Temple. Then the vines swept towards them.
"Buzz." The leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan gathered the last of his strength. He turned into a beam of sword light and tried to escape. With a clang, the bell swept down. The leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan, Han Ruoshui, fell down powerlessly and hopelessly.
The vines swept over and wrapped around his body. Then, they curled towards his arm and swept the Alkaid into the air. It drew a beautiful arc in the air.
With a soft sound, the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan, a top figure in the Eastern Barren Territory, had his neck cut by his own sword. Like Qin Yu, he died on Sky Mountain.
"No, I'm willing to listen to the Cottage." The leader of the Royal Xuan Temple looked at the foot of Sky Mountain. Looking at the handsome figure floating on the mountain, he expressed his willingness to submit.
At the moment, he only wanted to live and survive.
"Don't insult the Cottage." Ye Futian glanced at him in disdain. He swung the Alkaid Sword and blood splattered on the snow. Everyone's hearts went numb. This was the third important figure. The top figures of the Eastern Barren Territory had all died at Ye Futian's hands.
He started a massacre.
Before, who would have thought that the top figures of the Eastern Barren Territory would die like this?
The Alkaid spun and flew towards the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan and his wife. It was as fast as lightning.
The leader of the Hua Clan's face was pale. The couple stood together and sighed silently.
The Donghua Clan had always wanted to become the top clan in the world. Thus, they allied with the Qin Dynasty. However, who would have thought that the disciples of the Cottage would be so outstanding? They didn't die in the hands of the Sword Saint and the others. Instead, they would die in the hands of the youngest disciple of the Cottage. It was really a dream.
The Alkaid transformed into cold lightning and broke through the air. However, at the moment, a beautiful figure blocked in front of them.
"Qingqing," the leader of the Hua Clan shouted. The person in front of them was Hua Qingqing.
At the moment, Hua Qingqing's beautiful eyes looked towards Sky Mountain. The Alkaid descended like lightning with unparalleled sharpness.
Whoosh.
The cold light reflected on Hua Qingqing's face. Her eyes were still open and didn't blink. She didn't look at the sword but only at Ye Futian.
"Qingqing, move," the leader of the Hua Clan said. Hua Qingqing acted as if she didn't hear him and still blocked in front.
"I'll die for them," Hua Qingqing said to Ye Futian.
"You didn't attack me on Sky Mountain. After leaving the mountain, you helped me keep the secret. That's why I saved you. However, your parents have to be responsible for something," Ye Futian said.
Hua Qingqing was different from the Qin Dynasty and the Donghua Clan. That was why he saved her. However, the leader of the Hua Clan had tried to kill his senior brothers and sisters.
"I know. That's why I'm willing to die for them," Hua Qingqing said softly.
"I can't," Ye Futian said.
"They didn't participate in the Liu Kingdom and don't know. It's the Qin Dynasty's idea. If you've made up your mind, then kill them all." Hua Qingqing slowly closed her eyes and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. It was not because she was afraid of death, but because she had thought of something. She thought of the snow on Sky Mountain and the amazing music on Sky Mountain.
If she knew this day would come, would she have attacked Ye Futian on Sky Mountain? After leaving the mountain, would she still keep the secret for him?
"Little brother, forgive me," the Sword Saint said softly with his eyes closed beside Ye Futian.
Hearing this, Ye Futian looked at Hua Qingqing and asked, "What will you do in the future, Clan Leader Hua?"
"I'll retire and won't ask about the Eastern Barren Territory," Clan Leader Hua said.
"What if you can't?" Ye Futian asked again.
"If they can't, I'll die." Hua Qingqing opened her eyes and looked at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked at her determined eyes. The next moment, the vines wrapped around the Alkaid and flew away. He didn't kill the Donghua Clan leader and Lady Yuxiao in the end. Instead, he went in another direction.
That direction was where the strong cultivators of the Sacred Fire Clan were.
The Arhat's expression suddenly changed. "Help me," he said.
He flashed and hid behind Du Ao of the Sacred Fire Clan.
The shining Alkaid flew over. Du Ao looked up at Ye Futian and said coldly, "You dare to kill him?"
Whoosh … The vines wrapped around the Arhat and wrapped him up. Then they flew into the air.
"Let me go."
The Arhat's expression changed and he looked up at Ye Futian.
The golden vines swept him into the air and he faced Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked at him and said, "You want to enter the Barren State?"
The Arhat wanted to use him as a springboard and kill him to enter the Barren State to cultivate.
"I don't agree," Ye Futian said softly. Behind the Arhat, the Alkaid came with the vines. With a squelch, it pierced through the Arhat's head. Cut!
The Arhat's eyes were still open. Blood flowed continuously. The vines disappeared and his body fell from the sky. His heart was extremely cold.
Wasn't this his fortuitous encounter?
The strong cultivators of the Barren State had come. He'd left the Qianqiu Temple of the Eastern Barren Territory and entered the Barren State to cultivate and pursue power. Everything was so perfect. He just happened to know Ye Futian's secret.
But why was the ending like this?
Why did he die?
The Buddha said that all beings had reincarnation. Where was reincarnation? When one died, there would be no more of him in the world.
His life was so short. He was talented, but before he could shine, he died on Sky Mountain.
He couldn't accept it.
But he still died. His body fell on the snow. Just like the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan and the others, he couldn't accept it. He didn't expect his ending to be like this.
"Sorry, it's a personal grudge. It has nothing to do with you," Ye Futian said to Du Ao.
His tone was calm, but Du Ao's expression was extremely ugly.
A personal grudge had nothing to do with him?
This was a slap to his face.
However, Ye Futian's voice was so indifferent. He didn't even think about him.
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