The Idle Cloud Sword passed smoothly through the broken famous sword and pierced directly into Liu Zhilin's heart.
Both of them were stunned for a moment.
The rain overhead suddenly lessened.
Liu Zhilin gripped the blade of the Xianyun Sword, letting his palm slash and bleed. With the last bit of strength he had left as the sword pierced his chest, he slowly knelt down.
The hand that held the sword fell limply to its side, and the precious sword, which had been bestowed with countless honors and legends, fell into the mud as if it were a defective product.
Song Chenye's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but in the end he did not draw the Xianyun Sword directly. Instead, he silently looked at the person in front of him.
Liu Zhilin knew that this was the last bit of dignity Song Chenye would leave him.
"Cough, cough cough cough—"
He gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"This outcome is not entirely unexpected."
There's something wrong with that sword.
It seems that it was intended to be handed over to the next "leader" from the very beginning.
After much back and forth, although Song Chenye finally qualified to challenge the leader of the alliance, and Qianye Manor presented him with the sword as agreed in the competition, Song Chenye did not expect that he came purely for revenge and had no interest in that position, nor was he attached to the legendary sword. Instead, he kept his own Xianyun Sword and gave the "first" sword to Liu Zhilin, who came in second place.
So who could have tampered with this sword beforehand?
It couldn't be Song Chenye, it could only be...
Liu Zhilin looked up, feeling a mixture of irony and a strange sense of satisfaction at this ridiculous cause-and-effect fate.
The sword designed by his enemy ultimately brought about the consequences on his own descendants, and he, having betrayed this bond, also suffered the backlash of fate.
He deserved it!
Liu Zhilin didn't want to see the complex emotions in his former friend's eyes. He just let out a long breath, as if he had let go of all his anger, and slowly lowered his head.
Finally, the blood gradually spread, and the white-robed young man in front of him knelt in the mud. The rainwater mixed with the blood, ruining his ever-clean white robe. His peach blossom eyes, which had always contained a mocking smile, completely lost their luster.
He never made another sound.
Song Chenye didn't speak, nor did he draw his sword. He simply stood quietly in the rain, staring at the person before him without uttering a word, for a long, long time—
...
The fight scene took three whole days to film.
Artificial rain was needed on one hand, and intense fighting was needed on the other. After this scene was completely over, Xiao He's voice was hoarse.
Zhao Qinyuan, who was acting opposite him, was also not doing well. The intense rain and filming caused him to develop a high fever. Fortunately, his scenes had been officially completed, and he could go back to recuperate.
But Xiao He couldn't. He couldn't even speak. Every time he tried to speak, it felt like his throat was being slashed by a blade, and his voice changed several notes, making it impossible to recognize his original tone.
Knowing that Xiao He's voice was hoarse, Liu Rulan was extremely anxious.
"Your throat looks so bad! Quick, quick, let's go to the hospital!"
Xiao He was also feeling unwell, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Sister Liu, can we change the playlist? I think I'll definitely have a great time singing old-school folk songs!"
Liu Rulan: ...
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