Zhou Xingdou remained silent. Qing Yanjing was a battle slave summoned by the system. As long as Zhou Xingdou did not die and the system did not perish, the battle slave would be reborn in the system.
Even so, Qing Yanjing's death was a huge shock to Zhou Xingdou. Watching his woman being nailed to the void while he was powerless to do anything about it was a pain he never wanted to experience again.
Moreover, the rebirth of the War Slave from the system is only theoretical. Zhou Xingdou has never used it, and he is even less clear whether the reborn Qing Yanjing is the same Qing Yanjing as before.
All of this is unknown.
But he still raised a hand and wiped the tears welling up in Luo Hanyi's eyes, yet he didn't know how to comfort her, or even how to comfort himself.
At that very moment, atop the boundless and vast sky, Xuanjizi's brows furrowed tightly, as if endless worries were gathering within them.
Before him lay a peerless immortal sword, emanating a chilling aura that firmly locked onto his surroundings. The sword shimmered with a dazzling divine light that made heaven and earth tremble, as if proclaiming its power and majesty.
"I haven't solved the Daoist Master's questioning puzzle. How exactly did you manage to escape from the Xuan Tian Dharma Realm at such a coincidental moment?"
Tian Jiu'er's celestial voice grew increasingly cold, and the anger contained within it was clearly perceptible.
Her gaze was as cold as ice as she stared at Xuanjizi, as if trying to pierce through his soul.
"More importantly, you once promised me that you would never let Xingdou come into any danger. However, now that Xingdou is in trouble, you have broken your promise!"
As the words were spoken, Tian Jiu'er's celestial voice grew increasingly cold and stern, carrying an undeniable pressure.
Faced with Tian Jiu'er's questioning, Xuanjizi's expression grew increasingly grim. He silently gazed at Tian Jiu'er, his Daoist voice, though calm, revealing a hint of undisguised helplessness:
"So, in the end, it all comes down to Stephen Chow."
"Although he was in danger and seriously injured, isn't he still safe and sound now?"
"At this moment, he is not only the Dao Child of the Xuantian Dao Sect, but also the most complete Nine-Nine Xuantian Creation Treasure Book, which only a Dao Lord can obtain. His fame will shake the Primordial Origin. Today, we will not wrong him."
Xuanjizi's expression grew increasingly serious. He ignored the supreme immortal sword lying in front of him and kept questioning Tian Jiu'er.
Tian Jiu'er's bright, beautiful eyes looked at the weeping Luo Hanyi, then at the silent, pale-faced Zhou Xingdou, and at Qing Yanjing in his arms. Her celestial voice remained as cold as the ice of the heavens.
"But his men are dead!"
Upon hearing Tian Jiu'er's words, Xuanjizi's face revealed an incredulous smile, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
His eyes widened, his voice filled with doubt:
"His men are dead?"
Then, Xuanjizi pointed to the Xuantian Dao Sect disciples below, who were covered in wounds and looked exhausted, and shouted urgently:
"Look at these people! They are all the elites of our Xuantian Dao Sect! In today's battle, our Xuantian Dao Sect suffered heavy losses, with more than half of our disciples dying on the battlefield!"
His voice was filled with endless grief and anger.
"Not only that, but the geniuses and experts of all the major forces also suffered heavy casualties!" Xuanjizi continued, his eyes filled with extreme anger.
"But what about you? You're questioning me just because of someone next to your disciple, and not even someone from our Xuantian Dao Sect!"
At this point, Xuanjizi's face turned ashen, and his words exploded in the air like thunder, almost as if he were shouting:
"You, Tian Jiu'er, are you the peak master of the Xuan Tian Dao Sect, or a daughter-in-law of the Zhou family!"
At this moment, Tian Jiu'er's face grew increasingly cold, as if shrouded in frost. Her beautiful and dignified face exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
At the same time, the sky above suddenly darkened, the temperature dropped sharply, and even space and void seemed to freeze at that moment.
The whole world seemed to freeze under her rage, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Sizzle!
Suddenly, an astonishing change occurred on the Buddha's Golden Lotus! Before anyone could react, a jet-black spear shot out from behind Zhou Xingdou like a ghost!
The spear seemed to ignore the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Emperor Armor's defenses, easily piercing Zhou Xingdou's body, penetrating his flesh, and directly piercing his heart!
The pitch-black spear tip emerged from Zhou Xingdou's chest, stained with his purple-gold blood, and stopped just three inches from Luo Hanyi's eyes!
Pfft!!
Zhou Xingdou suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his already pale face became even paler.
However, his already broken body seemed unable to feel any pain.
However, he could clearly feel the endless destructive aura emanating from the spear, which completely devoured his remaining life force in just an instant.
With his last ounce of strength, Stephen Chow turned his head with difficulty.
His vision gradually blurred, but he could still make out the face in front of him. It was a face he knew all too well, with narrow, almond-shaped eyes that were slightly upturned, revealing a unique charm.
A charming smile graced her gentle, oval face, captivating all who beheld her.
How could Stephen Chow possibly forget this face?
At this very moment, the owner of this face is displaying a captivating and alluring demeanor.
Her eyes were filled with tender affection, as if endless gentleness flowed within them.
As that warm and gentle female voice rang out:
"Zhou Lang, it's been a long time!"
Her voice was as melodious as heavenly music, yet it carried a hint of mocking ridicule.
Yun Jinzhi!
That's right, she was Lin Fan's mother, Zhou Xingdou's first woman.
This woman, whom Zhou Xingdou doubted but dared not draw a conclusion about, and whom he still felt a certain affection for, was currently holding the quasi-emperor spear that was unleashing endless power.
Her own purple-gold precious blood was continuously gushing out from the blood hole in her heart, flowing down the black spear shaft onto her jade-like hands, staining her snow-white clothes red.
Zhou Xingdou could feel his life slipping away rapidly. He tried to speak, but only hoarse gasps came out of his throat.
He desperately wanted to know the truth, to understand what had happened. However, his physical weakness prevented him from expressing his inner doubts and pain.
The woman before him seemed to sense Zhou Xingdou's gaze. She smiled gently, her cheek slowly drawing closer to his, and whispered in his ear:
"Zhou Lang, all of this is fate's arrangement..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Xingdou's consciousness began to fade.
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