At that moment, the three of them simultaneously felt a scorching wave approaching from below. They shouted in unison, "Be careful!" and quickened their pace. Seven or eight pillars of fire shot up into the sky. Looking below, they saw even more lava wraiths gathering!
Xie Lian said, “Feng Xin, give me Mu Qing!”
Feng Xin threw Mu Qing onto his back without a word. Xie Lian put Mu Qing on his back and Mu Qing said, “Kill them! They’re so annoying!”
Feng Xin said, "Why bother talking!" He unleashed a volley of arrows. His weapon's range was far greater than Xie Lian and Feng Xin's blind attacks, sending the red waves below soaring and screaming. Xie Lian exclaimed, "Well done!"
Mu Qing said on his back: "It's okay!"
The vengeful spirits, filled with resentment, conferred for a moment, swam further ahead, and joined forces to spit fire upwards. After a few roars, Xie Lian said, "They've burned through a section of the bridge ahead! They're trying to cut off our path!"
Feng Xin cursed, "Fuck you! Why don't you just work together, hold hands, and stick together? Why do you have to hurt others? I don't think you'll be able to come out of the magma even after another eight thousand years!"
He raised his bow, and the lava spirits dispersed. Xie Lian said, "Stop cursing and get ready! I'm about to jump! One, two, three—!"
First, they gathered their strength to accelerate, then counted their steps, and finally, they launched themselves into a leap—three figures soared into the air, leaped over the gap in the bridge, landed on the other side, and continued their run. The bridge, originally intended to connect to the sky, naturally sloped upwards, but Xie Lian felt lighter and lighter as he ran. "It's been ages since we three have done this!"
Mu Qing asked, "Do you mean fighting side by side like this, or running for your lives together?"
Xie Lian said, “All of them!”
Feng Xin: "It happens all the time!"
Xie Lian: “Really?”
However, some things, when spoken and when not spoken, the state of mind is completely different. Xie Lian laughed twice, his eyes kept observing the surroundings, but he still didn't see a trace of red. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and said, "Sanlang!"
His call echoed through the vast, empty underground caverns, but no one answered. Xie Lian's lips were dry, and he licked them. Mu Qing, watching him glance around from behind, was silent for a moment before saying, "Your Highness, you really do like him, don't you?"
“…”
Xie Lian hadn’t expected him to ask this so suddenly. “Ah. Ah? …Ah.”
Although his face was bewildered, his ears were slowly turning red. Seeing his expression, Mu Qing was speechless. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "I didn't mean to scare you, but I must remind you. Have you ever considered... perhaps only the two of us were teleported to the bridge, and Blood Rain Tanhua... wasn't?"
Feng Xin said, "You're talking nonsense! Since there are only two of you here, he must have been teleported somewhere else..."
At this point, he finally realized what Mu Qing meant. He wasn't saying Hua Cheng was teleported somewhere else, but rather... perhaps, Hua Cheng fell into a pool of lava.
Xie Lian licked his lips and said, “How, how is this possible?”
Mu Qing said, "Don't think it's impossible. It's true that Xueyu Tanhua is the Desperate Ghost King, but so is Bai Wuxiang. He's the first generation Desperate Ghost King, the master of Tonglu Mountain. This is his territory, his home turf where his magic power is the strongest."
Feng Xin glared at Mu Qing and scolded him, "Shut up! What's wrong with you? Can't you say something nice at this moment? He's the Blood Rain Scholar!" Mu Qing stopped talking, but still tried to defend himself, "I just think we have to consider what to do if this happens."
Xie Lian's eyes flashed to the image of that unusually bright red spot on Hua Cheng's pale palm. He didn't know what to say. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Feng Xin, who was behind him, almost bumped into him and asked, "What's wrong?!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized there was no need to ask.
In front of me, the air was filled with countless silver lights, dotted with stars and covering the sky. It was as if someone in the sky had overturned a treasure box filled with silver powder.
Xie Lian put Mu Qing aside and walked forward. He reached out and gently touched a slightly larger patch of silver light in the air. Once he had touched it, he grasped it in his hand and slowly brought it toward his eyes.
The other two also came forward to take a look, and Feng Xin said, "This, this is..."
Mu Qing said it directly: "The fragments of the dead butterfly?"
Perhaps because he was being too direct, Feng Xin glared at him again. Xie Lian's hand trembled slightly as he grasped the faintly silvery butterfly wing and exhaled.
Feng Xin scratched his head and said, "Look at it from a bright perspective. At least he didn't actually fall into the lava pool. He must have been here before, right?"
Mu Qing pointed to the side and said, "Then he had a fight with someone here. It was a big one."
Xie Lian looked in the direction he pointed, his eyes widening slightly.
There were countless terrifying knife and sword marks on the rocks in all directions.
That is the knife mark of fate.
Each strike cut into the bone. Xie Lian had seen Hua Cheng wield a knife before, but his style was always relaxed and carefree. It was more like playing with the knife than using a weapon. These cuts were filled with murderous intent. One could imagine the formidable nature of the opponent he was fighting, and how dangerous this battle was.
Without saying a word, he lay down and took a look. There were no signs of a fall on the bridge, and no cheering ghosts gathered below. Feeling slightly relieved, he climbed up and ran forward. Feng Xin, carrying Mu Qing on his back, chased after him and said, "Your Highness!"
Xie Lian held his breath. He didn't want to hear his own rapid, unsteady breathing. Disordered breathing was a big taboo for martial artists. It not only burdened the body but also disrupted the rhythm of the heart. But holding his breath was useless. His hands and feet were trembling. He twisted his foot while running and almost fell and rolled dozens of times off the bridge. Feng Xin and Mu Qing both shouted, asking him to be careful. Suddenly, Xie Lian asked, "What's that sound?"
Xie Lian stopped again and turned back to ask, "Did you hear that? Was there any sound?"
Feng Xin and Mu Qing both said, "Yes! Yes!"
There was the sound of weapons clashing and magical powers colliding. The bridge connecting the sky bridge was faintly trembling. In the darkness ahead, there was a flickering light.
Someone is fighting up ahead!
Xie Lian tumbled and scrambled forward. Feng Xin, who was behind him, murmured, "Oh my god! May all the gods and Buddhas bless me and hope it's Blood Rain Tanhua, or he'll probably go crazy!"
Mu Qing said, "Stop talking nonsense. Even if there are gods and Buddhas in the sky, they can't protect us. Hurry up and catch up! Look at how he's stumbling as he runs. Don't let him fall flat on his face before he even sees him!"
Xie Lian forgot to hold his breath and just ran for five or six miles, listening to his own disordered breathing. He turned several huge bends, and finally, after turning the last bend, the scene in front of him suddenly became bright.
At the end of the suspended Tongtian Bridge, a man in red and a man in white were fighting fiercely.
The man in red, clutching a slender silver scimitar, his figure ghostly, appearing and disappearing like lightning, was none other than Hua Cheng. He had stopped smiling, his gaze stern and focused. A streak of bright red blood on his handsome, pale cheek added a touch of brightness to the chill. The man in white was, of course, Bai Wuxiang. He wielded a longsword he'd obtained from who knows where, his face still a half-crying, half-smiling expression. However, the mask he wore was different from the ones Xie Lian had seen before.
It split down the middle.
The crack was so huge that it could not be ignored. It stretched from the center of the forehead to the cheek under the eyes, as if it would collapse at any time!
Both men's movements were as quick as a touch, their demonic energy soaring into the air. Their blows were unstoppable, their force piercing the heavens. Swords and knife winds danced wildly, while the undead butterflies above and the lava wraiths below also confronted each other, whistling at each other like a tidal wave. With each clash, the molten pool of flames erupted into a raging, raging wave several feet high, making it impossible for anyone else to approach!
Feng Xin and Mu Qing followed, and were so shocked by the scene that their feet were nailed to the ground, unable to move.
There is no martial god who would not be thrilled upon seeing such a battle scene!
Upon seeing Hua Cheng safe and sound, Xie Lian's heart finally settled. He almost wanted to collapse and scream, but he forced himself to hold it in. Even in a clash of masters, a single moment of chaos could determine victory or defeat. Furthermore, this was a battle between two supremely hopeless Ghost Kings!
Far behind Bai Wuxiang stood a figure. It was the Imperial Master, who had naturally been brought here by Bai Wuxiang. He was relieved to see Xie Lian and the others, but he didn't dare to speak rashly. Unexpectedly, Hua Cheng had already noticed the arrival. His frosty, focused, and cold expression softened slightly, and finally he smiled. "It seems you've failed again. The Highness has arrived. He brought all the people with him, and none of them are missing."
Xie Lian couldn’t help himself and shouted, “San Lang!”
Hua Cheng tilted his head slightly and replied, "Brother." After that, his tone turned to warning, saying, "Brother, if you make yourself fall down again next time, I will be angry."
Xie Lian also said, “If you jump in with me again next time, I’ll be even angrier!”
"..." Upon hearing this, Hua Cheng's expression froze for a moment, as if Xie Lian's words had truly intimidated him. He didn't show this fear when he faced Bai Wuxiang directly. Bai Wuxiang approached, hitting Hua Cheng, but his words were directed at Xie Lian: "Xianle, are you two too complacent? Are you really looking down on me?"
The eyeball on the handle of the Evil Sword caught sight of Xie Lian and began to spin wildly. Hua Cheng blocked it with his backhand, and Xie Lian heard a "click" and his heart sank.
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