Yang Qiu was about to get up when he heard this and was taken aback. He then lowered his head slightly and looked intently at Xue Xiaoxuan.
The sight of the beautiful woman so close to him made his throat move.
For Zhang Feng, the ultimate dream is to pursue the supreme realm of sainthood.
For him, as long as he can have a bright future with the person in front of him, he would wake up smiling even in his dreams.
This must be the difference between the two: one is an idealist, and the other is a realist.
"If you dare touch me, I'll die right here in front of you."
An almost beastly desire surged forth, and Xue Xiaoxuan understood perfectly. Her expression changed slightly, and she stood up and took a step back.
Yang Qiu felt somewhat disheartened due to his defensive mindset.
However, he couldn't care less about that at the moment. He quickly tried to calm the person in front of him down, and only after the latter gradually calmed down did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Just then, a dark shadow flashed past outside the door.
A murderous aura that seemed to reach the heavens swept in from the lintel.
Yang Qiu's expression changed drastically. He clenched his fist, and a long sword appeared in his hand. He instinctively stepped in front of Xue Xiaoxuan, staring at the source of the murderous aura, and shouted angrily, "Who goes there?"
A dark figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
Even under the light, one could not see their face clearly, as if shrouded in a thin mist.
"Who are you……"
"The one who will kill you." Fang Yun grinned, and without making any visible movement, his hand subtly turned within his sleeve. In an instant, a fierce wind arose, a murderous gust of wind swept into the room, and the lights immediately went out.
The interior blends seamlessly with the outside world, all shrouded in darkness.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Yang Qiu said with a solemn expression, not forgetting to comfort Xue Xiaoxuan at this moment.
Xue Xiaoxuan's cold voice came over, "His target is you, what does that have to do with me? By the way, stay away from me, so that your blood doesn't splatter on me."
Yang Qiu, who had just been preparing to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, froze upon hearing this. In the darkness, he couldn't help but sigh and say, "You always say such hurtful things. You have a thousand good qualities, but your mouth is just too sharp."
Xue Xiaoxuan didn't say anything.
A powerful killing intent is about to descend.
Yang Qiu's expression changed slightly. At this moment, he could no longer care about Xue Xiaoxuan and focused all his attention on the attack.
He knew that the other party was preparing to kill him.
Before the blade could even be swung, just as it touched the wind and waves, the incredibly tough blade shattered as if made of paper.
Boom
The shockwave hit him, causing his blood to rush backwards and a mouthful of blood to gush out.
"A saint-level expert..."
Yang Qiu said with a shocked expression.
My heart was filled with terror.
"Why did you kill me? I have no grudge against you..."
"I have been entrusted with this task, so I will do my duty to it." After saying this, Fang Yun turned and disappeared.
The moment Fang Yun disappeared, Yang Qiu's body turned into a shower of spiritual light and vanished without a trace; even his soul disappeared without a trace.
"They've fallen..."
Xue Xiaoxuan stared ahead in shock. The night was so dark that she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face, so she could only rely on her five senses to perceive things.
Suddenly, the lamps came on.
The ground was a mess, and at the door, Zhang Feng stood there blankly, peering inside. When he saw Xue Xiaoxuan, who was fully clothed, he felt a sense of relief for some reason.
He looked around but couldn't see Yang Qiu, so he asked, "Where is the Holy Master? Where did he go? He hasn't given me the pills he promised..."
By the end, this eight-foot-tall man was almost choking up.
After all, he sacrificed everything for the elixir, so that he could break through to the Saint Realm and become the Saint he had longed for day and night.
He's already come this far; if he loses the elixir, he'll truly have nothing left.
"Dead."
Xue Xiaoxuan said expressionlessly.
Upon seeing Zhang Feng, her face clearly showed a hint of disgust.
She knew they could never go back to the way things were.
Even though nothing had actually happened between her and Yang Qiu, it had become a thorn deeply embedded in her heart, making her feel disgusted whenever she saw Zhang Feng's face.
"Impossible... He was a half-step Saint level expert... How could he die so easily?"
Zhang Feng clearly didn't believe it. In his view, if a half-step Saint-level expert were to fall, there would at least be an earth-shattering battle. But all he felt just now was a cold wind, and nothing else.
Xue Xiaoxuan didn't want to say anything more to Zhang Feng, and turned away with a cold face.
"where you go?"
Zhang Feng reached out and blocked Xue Xiaoxuan's path, his aggrieved expression vividly portrayed.
Xue Xiaoxuan felt nauseous and walked past Zhang Feng without even looking at him.
"I……"
Zhang Feng subconsciously reached out his palm, wanting to do something to make amends or salvage the situation.
But he knew that the tear could not be mended.
...
"What? You're saying the Holy Lord's soul lamp has gone out?"
Yang Zhifeng was furious.
Yang Hao lowered his head, swallowed hard, and dared not look him in the eye. His old habit of stuttering had returned.
"Yes...yes...I saw it with my own eyes..."
Yang Zhifeng rushed out, and Yang Hao quickly followed.
Finally, Yang Zhifeng stopped at the entrance of the ancestral hall, not daring to move an inch. The noise and panic inside the ancestral hall spoke volumes.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
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