I've been so tolerant all this time, but this is the attitude I get in return.
Even the most good-tempered person will inevitably feel uncomfortable inside.
Moreover, at this critical juncture?
The smoke in the distance had not completely dissipated under the wash of the rain, and the smell of blood still lingered in my nostrils.
Wu Er was already furious, his eyes still blazing with anger.
And just a hair's breadth away, the fire would have erupted and burned everything around it.
It's so painful. We've endured and suppressed our feelings for two hundred years.
Even humans, and even immortals, have their limits when it comes to endurance.
The clouds in the sky seemed to sense something and began to change constantly.
In the sky, which wasn't particularly blue, clouds that weren't very white began to gather, like a vortex, as if trying to pull everything on the ground into the air.
There's an old saying: When you can't bear it anymore, you don't need to bear it anymore!
"Go to hell with your timing," Wu Er blurted out. "Whether it's time or not, is it up to you to decide?"
The usually aloof immortal, the gentle and refined man, now uttered a loud curse.
The curses were like thunder, like the might of heaven, rebuking the person before them.
The sudden reprimand caused a slight ripple on President Dong's usually wooden face.
A hint of surprise and a touch of mockery appeared on the face of this man who had lived through countless years.
Does that expression mean that even though it was unexpected, she still had everything under control?
Wu Er thought to himself.
We can't follow the usual rules. Just as Xiao Mingmu said, Wu Er isn't very good at pretending. His thoughts are too obvious, and anyone who knows him well can guess what he's thinking.
As an immortal, Dong Zongshu believed he could see through Wu Er's thoughts.
But this time, he was wrong.
The oldest living immortal thought the young immortal wouldn't intervene, but he was wrong.
Wu Er's spiritual power erupted, and a somewhat transparent longsword condensed in his hand.
With that, he drew his sword again and thrust it forward.
A terrifying sword intent swept towards Dong Zongshu, causing a change in expression on his usually wooden face.
As the common people say: What do you have to worry about? One sword will shatter the nine provinces in an instant!
This is pretty much the effect of Wu Er's sword strike.
Faced with such a terrifying sword strike, Dong Zongshu, unusually, showed a disheveled expression and quickly dodged to the side.
Fortunately, the sword was a thrust, not a horizontal slash, otherwise it would have been impossible to dodge.
Even though he managed to dodge it, Dong Zongshu was still scraped to the edge, and a corner of his robe was instantly reduced to ashes.
After that, the lingering sword energy shot from the sky to the earth, followed by the appearance of a huge crack, straight and stretching for an unknown length.
This sword thrust diagonally down, as easily as a sharp knife cutting tofu, splitting the ground in front of them into two pieces.
Dong Zongshu subconsciously glanced down at the crack, then wiped the disheveled look off his face and returned to his wooden stake-like appearance.
"Hiss~"
After thrusting out his sword, the longsword formed from spiritual energy in Wu's hand dissipated, emitting a piercing sound.
The piercing sound sent shivers down one's spine, as if the heavens and earth were mourning.
"Some more have broken," said Dong Zongshu in a lifeless voice.
It broke a little more.
What broke a little more?
The world seemed to have shattered a little more.
Immortals rarely fight, because if they reveal too much power, it will add another wound to this already unstable world.
Wu Er used force in that sword strike just now.
The ear-piercing sound of the longsword disappearing was indeed a cry of anguish from heaven and earth.
"Use all your strength and shatter this world completely."
Mr. Dong's nonchalant remark was truly infuriating.
Actually, given his appearance, whatever he does makes people feel uncomfortable.
After venting his anger, Wu Er felt much better, at least he was no longer impulsive.
"Fine, at worst we'll all be finished together."
Wu Er uttered a rare, disheartening remark, perhaps simply meant to criticize President Dong.
President Dong said calmly, "You can't let go, and you don't dare."
Wu Er replied calmly, "You think you can let it go? You dare to?"
Perhaps this remark stung Mr. Dong, for this shameless man surprisingly did not reply.
He is a man who never loses an argument, which is related to his age and his experience.
Those who have weathered many storms will appear calm and composed in any situation.
But this time, President Dong remained silent.
People...
Who doesn't have something they can't let go of? Perhaps only the dead!
Even if the dead don't want to die, they have no choice but to let go.
The atmosphere was somewhat frozen, and the battlefield in the distance was also somewhat frozen.
The stench of blood in the air was no longer strong, and the distant spiritual light, fire, and torrential rain had all dissipated.
It seems that the battle has been decided.
But this place is too far away, so we don't know who won or lost. The only thing we know is that many people must have put this battle behind them.
"So..." Wu Er looked at the now-cooled battlefield in the distance, "Why did we fight?"
Dong Zongshu let out a barely perceptible sigh, "Because only those who can live can truly live."
This is a strange statement: because one can live, one can survive.
If some hot-tempered people were here, they would surely yell: "What nonsense are you spouting! Speak human language!"
Wu Er didn't understand what it meant, but he knew that if he continued to ask, the old rogue would continue to speak in riddles.
Helpless, he had no choice but to turn around and leave.
Wu Er was afraid that if he looked at this old scoundrel for even a second longer, he would act impulsively and take action.
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