Chapter 65 Blocking the Knife
The grass stem that once had a silver-white halo curled up instantly, and the red leaves rustled in the flames. The silver-white edging first turned into star-like fragments of light and dissipated, and then the deep red skin was burned black. Even the halo lingering at the root of the leaf seemed to be gnawed by the flames, shrinking into tiny points of light bit by bit, and finally dissipated with a wisp of green smoke, leaving only a few wisps of charred grass ash in Han Zhi's palm.
"No--!"
Mu Qingyang's roar instantly tore through the air. She watched helplessly as the Red Moon Grass was annihilated in the flames. The last bit of light in her pupils was completely extinguished, leaving only scarlet madness.
"How could you—how dare you!"
The figure that was hesitant just now suddenly rushed forward, gathering the divine power around him at his fingertips, transforming them into two green sharp claws, and went straight for Han Zhi's heart: "You dare to burn it! I want you to pay with your life!"
This is her hope!
This is the goal she has been working towards for thousands of years!
For a whole thousand years, she had been striving to gain the power of her master, and to obtain the Red Moon Grass...
Her attacks were disorganized and full of madness at all costs. Her hair was flying in disorder due to the divine power. Her originally clear eyes were now bloodshot. Every attack was carried with the ruthless force of burning herself to death.
Even if Han Zhi dodged sideways, she would turn around and pounce again like a mad beast. Her nails scratched the rocky ground, leaving five deep scratches. She kept screaming, "Give me back the Red Moon Grass! You liar! You're taking revenge on me, right? I'm going to kill you!"
"Yeah. I'm getting back at you."
Han Zhi's gaze shifted from Mu Qingyang to Chi Changyuan: "At this point, our grudges are settled."
He was really tired and didn't want to dwell on the countless grievances of the past.
He also didn't want to retaliate against Mu Qingyang for the countless humiliations and false accusations he had suffered.
"Let's settle our grudges?" Mu Qingyang suddenly roared, laughing heartily: "Who wants to settle our grudges with you! You bastard, without me! You shouldn't even exist!"
Divine power surged wildly within her body, causing blood to ooze from the corners of her mouth. However, she continued to smash towards Han Zhi regardless, "Without the Scarlet Moon Grass, I can't dominate the world. What's the point of me living?"
Mu Qingyang's hands condensed into a half-meter-long green sword. She rushed over so fast that Han Zhi had no time to dodge.
Han Zhi narrowed his eyes. Since he couldn't avoid her, he would fight to the death with her. Just as he was about to raise his hand to fight back, a stream of water suddenly passed by his side.
“Tear—”
The long sword stabbed into his chest fiercely, and the green magic power instantly penetrated into his body through the wound, instantly staining the white clothes. Blood dripped from his fingertips and hit the ground, forming tiny blood flowers.
"Chang Yuan!"
Mu Qingyang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stretched out his hand to support the staggering Chi Changyuan. For the first time, fear filled his voice.
She looked at Chi Changyuan's pale face, at the blood foam oozing from the corners of his lips. The scarlet in his eyes faded a little, replaced by incredible panic: "You... why did you stop me?"
The Water God had already followed when Chi Changyuan pounced, but unfortunately he was a step too late. At this moment, he hugged his son's body and glared at Mu Qingyang: "Mu Qingyang! Are you satisfied now?"
"I……"
She looked at the long sword piercing Chi Changyuan's heart, and her heart ached. Admittedly, if it was Chi Changyuan's turn to do great things, she would definitely choose hers, but... after all, it was her child, and she had never thought of killing Chi Changyuan.
Chi Changyuan leaned in the arms of the Water God, breathing rapidly, but he still raised his uninjured hand and gently held Han Zhi's wrist, his voice weak but clear: "Han...Han Zhi..."
Han Zhi squatted down, and he was just able to touch his cheek.
"Why?" he asked. "It's dangerous."
His hand was covering Chi Changyuan's chest. He didn't know whether the bullet had penetrated his heart, but he had already recited the soul-fixing spell.
Chi Changyuan smiled: "Just think of it as... just think of it as me paying you back."
Han Zhi understood what he meant.
"Give it back to me?"
He sneered: "You want to repay me like this? Chi Changyuan, who gave you the courage?"
Chi Changyuan coughed twice, and blood oozed from the wound on his chest, staining the white collar of his shirt even darker. He ignored the pain, only pulling the corners of his mouth, his eyes clear and unnerving: "I'm sorry... It's my fault."
"Of course you're not good, you're terrible." Han Zhi lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "So, if you die, I will definitely forget you."
"...Okay." Chi Changyuan said, "You should be happy if you forget me."
"you!"
"Let me do it." Yu Chen's head suddenly floated out: "Mu Qingyang, you are so cruel! This sword has the Soul Dispersion Technique! That's how Dong Ge Mingye was scared to death by her back then!"
He said quickly: "You can't calm his soul like you did to me. It's useless! You have to do it the other way around. You have to use your own divine power as a guide... and then you need the white butterfly..."
Seeing Han Zhi didn't move, he anxiously asked, "What are you doing? I really didn't lie to you! Dong Ge Mingye lost his godhood because he was too late to save him."
Han Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at Chi Changyuan, whose breath was gradually weakening in his arms. The blood on his chest had spread over his clothes, and even his breathing became weak. His originally clear eyes began to blur.
He knew very well what "using one's own divine power as a guide" meant. It would cause the Soul Dispersion Technique to backfire on himself along with the divine power. If he was not careful, his own soul would be damaged.
"What are you standing there for!" Yu Chen flew in front of him, almost sticking to his face, "Chi Changyuan can't hold on for much longer! There's someone next to Bai Die! You..."
"Why me?" Han Zhi sneered: "With so many people here, why don't you let his parents come? Why do you want me to save him?"
Chi Changyuan seemed to have heard their conversation. He raised his hand with difficulty and gently touched Han Zhi's wrist. Without blaming him, his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "No...it's okay."
"After all... it was to save you..."
"The murderer should be blamed. Besides, since he wanted to save me, I shouldn't put myself in danger and let him down." He stood up. The Water God was still supplying power to Chi Changyuan, while Mu Qingyang in the distance had already fallen to the ground.
The situation was hopeless, and Chi Changyuan was seriously injured and dying. She obviously had no interest in it.
Han Zhi walked up to her and said, "Did you hear everything?"
Mu Qingyang looked up at him.
"It's up to you to save your son." Han Zhi said, "Don't worry, I won't let him die. Even if his soul is scattered today, I will use the soul-guiding lamp to piece him back together bit by bit."
The wind and sand seemed to be gradually weakening.
In the silence, time seemed to be stretched infinitely.
Mu Qingyang knelt on the ground, his black hair disheveled and his green eyes dim, staring intently at Chi Changyuan not far away.
This child, who looked very much like her, was about to die under her sword.
It's been too long.
When Han Zhi couldn't help but urge him for a long time, Mu Qingyang said:
"I'll do it."
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