Volume 3, Chapter 137: Starry Sky Sensing Sadness
At this moment, the overwhelming anger condensed into an unprecedented fighting spirit, wreaking havoc in this world.
He swung his sword again, easily chopping off an immortal and killing him. The rest could only dodge frantically and try to escape, but a large formation descended from the sky, trapping them inside and preventing them from escaping.
At this moment, despair surged in the hearts of these high and mighty world spirits.
"Damn it, Taowu, what are you waiting for? If you don't take action now, you won't be able to escape."
Taowu cursed inwardly. Although he was afraid of Ye Tingmu in front of him, he had no choice but to take action.
"Move aside, let me meet him."
It danced with its mighty claws, endowed with the power of half a step to the heavens, tearing the sky apart and falling down.
Ye Tingmu raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then a sword light flashed in the sky, and the sword intent burst out.
A bouquet of bright red flowers splashed in the sky.
Taowu's huge claws were cut off and fell from the sky.
It had a ferocious look and was screaming and roaring.
"roar....."
Its sound spreads throughout eternity and echoes across the sky.
One sword cut off his arm, and those in the same realm were powerless to stop him. At this moment, despair continued to spread.
Ye Tingmu shot up, "It's not over yet, it's not over yet."
Another sword force descended from the sky, and Taowu's other arm was also cut off.
At this moment, it was completely panicked. It had only one thought in its mind, which was to run and leave this place.
It endured the pain of a broken arm and tore open a corner of space, trying to escape from here, but Ye Tingmu grabbed its tail and pulled it out of the void with a sudden force. Then another sword strike followed, and a bloody scar on its abdomen ran through its entire body.
"Hurry... No, help me!"
At this moment, Ye Tingmu began his killing spree.
The wailing sounds were heard, the sky was dyed red with blood, and the sorrow was deafening.
Taowu was tortured and Buxiu was beheaded.
In another dimension, the Tenth Avalokitesvara witnessed all this with his own eyes. His expression became extremely ugly. He was defeated once again, miserably.
"Old Ten, this time, let's go big."
"Hey, we lost this round, let's just accept our fate."
"Damn, what a bunch of rubbish."
Not only was he defeated, but a powerful man who could rival them was born. Now, even if he tried to send a clone into the mortal world, he would not be able to defeat this boy. The situation was hopeless and there was no way to turn things around.
What awaits them is not only eternal defeat, but also bloody storms on the road ahead.
What he saw in the man's eyes was a fight to the death.
Listening to the shrill screams and looking at the surging sword light, none of the eternal creatures was not stunned.
The four immortals dragged their broken bodies and witnessed this horrific massacre, and also witnessed the eternal birth of an unparalleled strong man.
Their hearts could not calm down for a long time, and the other survivors were even worse than them. The fear in their eyes turned into admiration at some point.
Chopping off the statues of the gods in the heavens, beheading the immortal world spirits, and slaughtering the half-step gods, how powerful it is, and how tragic and heroic that scene of sacrifice is.
At the Changhe battle formation, the younger generation of the Ye family collapsed to the ground, wailing and crying in each other's arms.
The rest of the people clenched their fists, and blood was already flowing out from between their fingers.
They won, but the price was too high. Their king even lost everything.
Only they knew the sadness in their king's heart, because only they knew how much their king cared about his younger brother and sister.
But all of this is gone today.
As the mighty sword descended here, Taowu was completely chopped into pieces and fell from the sky, and the power of his soul was devoured by Ye Tingmu.
This battle was also completely declared over.
Taowu's spirit is gone, the twelve immortal spirits are annihilated, and only one person stands in the vast blue sky, bathed in blood, looking proudly at the sky.
Victory is as the world wishes, and eternity is not reset nor controlled by the heavens.
Changhe won, and their sword ancestor became the new king.
The sun shone down from the sky, dispersing the thick fog. The world was bathed in rebirth at this moment, and they also bowed their heads at this moment, welcoming their new king in this way.
The sky-covering sword in Ye Tingmu's hand sank into his waist, and he slowly descended from the sky, and finally came to the throne stained with blood.
There was silence all around, no one dared to make a sound, even breathing became cautious, for fear that the slightest movement would disturb the new king and make him sit on the throne.
Ye Tingmu stretched out his trembling hand to touch the throne, and staggered forward a step.
Just one step and he stopped.
The throne was right before his eyes, and for this moment, he had almost lost everything.
Is a king born lonely? If so, I would rather die than be a king.
He looked back and saw a long road with corpses everywhere.
Even a few words cannot fully describe its grandeur.
He did not hesitate and slowly walked to the throne. Under the gaze of the world, he sat on it.
At this moment, the Heavenly Guardians, the Four Immortals, and the bronze statues all knelt on one knee to congratulate the birth of the new king.
Ye Tingmu sat there without saying a word for a long time. Endless sadness, loneliness and pain continued to tear his heart apart.
The moment the wind blew his long hair, people saw two lines of blood and tears running down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes, and finally gathered under his jaw, "Drip, drip!" splashing onto the throne.
Suddenly, Ye Tingmu raised his head and howled to the sky, venting his immense pain.
“Ah!!” “Ah!!!”
An unprecedented howl sounded at this moment, echoing along the star road throughout the entire star field, with endless sadness filling the starry sea. At this moment, the eternal creatures actually resonated with this howl and couldn't help shedding tears.
"Why am I crying..."
"Why, I feel pain, the pain of suffocation."
"What on earth has the new king been through?"
The pain is silent at this moment, but deafening.
A stream of blood gushed out, and Ye Tingmu fainted on the spot due to the sudden attack of blood and anger.
"Father!"
"Uncle!"
"Your Majesty!"
“Brother!”
At the end of the sea boundary, a gust of wind blew on the black Great Wall, bringing sadness from afar and filling the top of the city. The emperors of the Changhe River stopped at this moment and looked at the sea of stars.
"I seem to hear the voice of Sword Ancestor."
"Me too, it hurts."
“.....”
Three days above, in the land of the Sword Sect, bells rang loudly, and thousands of eternal lamps enshrined on the high platform went out in succession within half a month.
At this moment, the flame of the highest lamp, the one belonging to the Sword Ancestor, turned blood red, like dripping blood, decorating the night sky of the Sword Sect into a bloody red.
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Report, Sword Ancestor...it's Sword Ancestor's eternal lamp, it's turned blood-red."
"The sky seems to be stained with blood. This color makes me feel desperate. This is why."
Within three days, all the stone statues of the King of the East Sea in the four regions shed two lines of bloody tears on that day.
The world was shocked.
"The stone statue of the King of the East Sea is bleeding."
"This is a very bad omen, a very bad omen."
In the abyss, there was sadness in the floating eyes, and it muttered to itself.
"You must be in a lot of pain..."
What kind of sadness and pain is this that can be felt by the entire starry sky?
What kind of despair can make a Half-Step Heavenly Master vomit blood and faint?
Perhaps only Ye Tingmu himself knows all this.
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