"Iron Man?" Su Zhenchen was confused.
"A tycoon, a mortal." Yang Xuan explained.
"A mortal?" Su Zhenchen found it strange. How could a mortal compare to him?
"Although he's a mortal, he invented a very powerful armor. When he's fully armed, he's as strong as a god," said Yang Xuan. He then briefly told him the story of the Avengers.
"Ha, this Iron Man is also a fool. He has such a powerful armor, but he's always thinking about saving other people. Isn't it better to live for yourself?" Su Zhenchen was full of disdain.
Yang Xuan nodded in agreement. "Actually, I think so too. But if he wasn't such a person, not so many people would like him."
"Anyway, he's a fool!" Su Zhenchen made his final comment.
If Tony Stark knew that someone had made such a comment about him, there was no telling what his expression would be like.
"Why are you bringing that up?" Su Zhenchen finally realized that he had strayed too far from the topic with Yang Xuan.
"To treat my wounds!" said Yang Xuan matter-of-factly. "To buy time and treat my wounds!"
"You …" Su Zhenchen was furious.
Yang Xuan shook his arm. The wound had completely healed, and his bones were as good as new.
"Your strength …" he said slowly as he looked at Su Zhenchen.
Whoosh!
Two long wings, one black and one white, suddenly appeared behind him. When the wings spread out, the entire hall instantly turned into ashes and disappeared.
Night had fallen. There were no stars or moon. The world was dark and bleak.
Flapping his wings, Yang Xuan stood in midair and looked down at Su Zhenchen indifferently.
"Your strength is like an armor. Although it's powerful, it doesn't belong to you." He said slowly, his eyes full of pity. "You're just a puppet, a pitiful worm who doesn't even know that you're a puppet."
"Nonsense!" Su Zhenchen roared. "I'll kill you!"
As soon as he said that, he turned into a black shadow and charged at Yang Xuan.
The wings flapped slightly, one on the left and one on the right. It was as if the heavens and the earth were closing together, fixing the incoming light figure in the void space.
"I'll kill you!" Su Zhenchen was still roaring, the black Qi on his face surging.
"You can't kill me!" Yang Xuan said indifferently. Then, he reached out and made a grabbing motion.
Like a giant whale sucking in water, the thick black fog was grabbed by Yang Xuan from Su Zhenchen's body, as if he was taking away a black gauze.
In just an instant, Su Zhenchen's face became extremely ferocious and desperate. Like a fish that was about to die of thirst, he opened his mouth wide and tried hard to find the water vapor that didn't exist.
"You … You bastard, you … What did you do? What … did you do? "Su Zhenchen was in a state of madness and despair as blood flowed from his seven orifices.
"I didn't do anything. I just took off your armor." Yang Xuan lifted the black muslin robe and said indifferently.
"You … you … give it back to me." Su Zhenchen, who was bleeding from his seven orifices, struggled and roared, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free of the black and white wings.
Yang Xuan chuckled, and the black and white wings disappeared. Su Zhenchen fell to the ground, but the moment he touched the ground, a black branch extended from the ground and lifted him up.
A moment later, the ground trembled, and a locust tree that occupied the sky burst out of the ground, shattering the void and standing under the night sky.
Fortunately, Su Zhenchen had used some unknown method to make the Imperial Palace empty. Otherwise, many people would have fainted from fright upon seeing such a bizarre and powerful scene.
Standing high on the tree crown, Yang Xuan casually threw the black muslin robe in his hand onto the locust tree.
The locust tree clearly understood what it was. Two thick branches reached out like a pair of arms and gently lifted the black muslin robe.
At this moment, Su Zhenchen gradually calmed down. He stared blankly at an unknown place, something strange flickering in his eyes.
The black muslin robe disappeared, and the locust tree's aura began to change, rising steadily.
Yang Xuan ignored the locust tree that was evolving. He only looked at Su Zhenchen, who was hanging from the tree branch.
After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Do you understand?"
Su Zhenchen's body trembled, and his eyes focused on Yang Xuan once more.
"I …" He spat out a word, but didn't continue.
"It seems like you really do understand." Yang Xuan sighed.
"I …" Su Zhenchen's face changed, from pale white to dark red, from dark red to dark green, and after several changes, it returned to pale white.
"So that's how it is!" he muttered in a daze. "So, I'm just someone else's puppet."
Yang Xuan nodded. "It's good that you understand! What are your plans? I'm talking about … your last words. "
Su Zhenchen, who had lost his power, could no longer maintain the integrity of his soul. He was on the verge of dissipating, and even a god would not be able to save him.
The God of Darkness had used some unknown method to preserve his soul for a hundred years. Now that he had lost his power, the power that had protected his soul from dissipating had also disappeared.
"You don't have any last words!" Su Zhenchen smiled bitterly. He struggled to remove the Corpse Heart Jade from his hand and threw it at Yang Xuan.
The Corpse Heart Jade didn't go very far before it began to fall. However, it was picked up by a slender branch and sent to Yang Xuan.
"The method to open the Corpse Heart Jade is engraved on the inside!" Su Zhenchen's gaze had already drifted into the distance, his eyes filled with confusion.
Yang Xuan glanced at it. There were indeed some small words on the inside of the jet-black bracelet.
After putting the Corpse Heart Jade on his left wrist, Yang Xuan looked at Su Zhenchen and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Can you return that painting to me?" Su Zhenchen didn't withdraw his gaze. He was still looking at an unknown place with a faint smile on his face.
Yang Xuan didn't hesitate to send the painting in front of Su Zhenchen and unfold it.
Su Zhenchen withdrew his gaze and looked at the person in the painting in a daze. Tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.
The imperial palace, the ruins, the black locust tree, Su Zhenchen, the painting …
Together, they formed a new picture scroll that was strange, but also filled with poignant beauty.
For some reason, Yang Xuan suddenly felt as if he had returned to that cliff. On the other side of the cliff, the river flowed down three thousand feet.
The high-spirited Su Zhenchen knelt on one knee in front of the barefoot person in snow-white clothes and held it up with both hands …
What a beautiful painting!
Yang Xuan sighed and then waved his hand.
Scarlet flames lit up the sky like a sunset, illuminating half of the sky.
There seemed to be a sigh coming from within the flames, leading to an illusory word 'thank you'.
The locust tree hair sprouted, but it was still black. It was like a scorched yearning, crooked as it grew out from the dense thorns.
However, Yang Xuan could see a hint of green amidst the charred black.
He just didn't know if it was an illusion.
However, those black jade-like, sparkling and translucent leaves of the locust tree were definitely not an illusion.
Not only did the locust tree grow new branches, it even grew new leaves.
It was finally no longer a bare trunk.
Yang Xuan sighed and then reached out to pluck a black leaf and put it in his mouth.
"Pah pah! So bitter! "He scolded." Can't it grow a little sweeter? "
The locust tree moved its body as if to say, "No!"
"Sigh, life doesn't go our way. Eight or nine out of ten." Yang Xuan shook his head and sighed. Then he asked, "Don't you think so?"
He seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking the void.
But a moment later, a faint voice answered with a single word, "Yes!"
The void split open and a bloody mouth appeared behind Yang Xuan. Its sharp fangs flashed with a cold light as it swallowed Yang Xuan.
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