Chapter 426 Bitterness
After killing Yu Xiaoyu with a single sword strike, Yan Luo felt some regret. He didn't want to kill Nangong, but he couldn't end everything without killing her, and he couldn't keep his promise to Tu Keke without killing her.
Stimulated by [Origin], Nangong became increasingly frenzied, her attack speed increasing rapidly. The seven members of the throne gradually couldn't keep up with her movements, and the clash of fists between Yanluo and Nangong became nothing more than afterimages in their eyes.
Yanluo's physical strength was immense; a single bite greatly amplified Nangong's power. While pondering what to do, Yanluo continuously deflected Nangong's attacks.
The wound on her shoulder had been healed completely by the power of chaos. Yanluo's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't adapt to the feeling of having to kill her loved ones to end everything.
Nangong was also struggling painfully from the side effects, and finally regained some consciousness.
She screamed at Yan Luo in agony, "Only killing me can end this! I possess the Origin Power of the Corpse Demon. Kill me, and the Corpse Demons will cease to exist in the entire Dragon Summer!!"
This bombshell deeply shocked Yanluo and the seven members of the throne.
All these years of perseverance could finally be ended by killing Nangong. Wang Yi's breathing quickened, and he was in great pain.
Torn between his brothers and the mission left by his ancestors, he faced a difficult choice.
Liu Qian showed no sign of backing down, and Wang Yi, as the team's leader, couldn't abandon him, but the greater good of the nation was right in front of them.
Wang Yi gritted his teeth and looked at Liu Qian. Liu Qian understood immediately from his gaze.
Liu Qian was in agony. The choice seemed to be right in front of him: his son's life on one side, and the peace and prosperity of the country on the other. He clenched his fists and punched the barrier again and again until it was bloody and mangled.
The choice, which appears to be Liu Qian's in the eyes of the throne, actually rests with Yan Luo.
Yan Luo didn't want to kill Nangong, but he also faced the dilemma of prioritizing the greater good.
Liu Qian coughed up blood in his anxiety. Yan Luo grabbed Nangong's right fist with her right hand and flung it away. She then shot a burst of chaotic energy at Liu Qian with her right index finger to help him calm down and prevent him from getting so angry that he would lose his composure.
Except for Wang Yi, none of the others on the throne dared to look at Liu Qian. They had all made the same choice as Wang Yi.
Wang Yi lowered his head and punched the barrier.
"Qian, wake up! Blame me if you must. We can't let our ancestors down."
He looked up at Yanluo and shouted, "Yanluo! Make a choice and end it all!!"
The enemy was Yanluo's grandmother, and Wang Yi knew that Yanluo must be suffering a lot inside.
Nangong had no chance of winning. Even if he overdrawn the power of [Origin], accepted and endured the side effect of the [Origin]'s blurred consciousness only killing, and bit off his own grandson's flesh as a supplement, he still could not defeat Yanluo.
Yanluo is too unbeatable. Nangong realized this and knew that even if he didn't set up his formation at his peak, he definitely wouldn't be able to win. The seven members of the throne couldn't gain any advantage against Yanluo.
Knowing that her plan was doomed to fail, Nangong's eyes turned bloodshot as she uttered a few words with all her might.
"Kill me."
Yan Luo was momentarily dazed; he couldn't understand why fate was playing such a cruel joke on him.
His parents, grandfather, master, and sister had all left him one after another, and now he was even going to kill his grandmother. Yan Luo was unwilling to accept this, and his heart was so pounding that it felt like it was about to stop beating.
Wang Yi shouted at Yan Luo, "If you can't bring yourself to do it, then let me go, I'll do it!! If I do it, you won't be in so much pain."
A loud buzzing sound came from Yanluo's ears, and he didn't hear Wang Yi's shout at all.
In a daze, he was grabbed by the chest by Nangong Yizhua, who could not resist the side effects. His clothes were torn and his chest was covered in blood and flesh.
Nangong licked the warm blood from her hands, and there was no longer any sign of struggle in her eyes, which were filled with murderous desire.
Yan Luo calmed himself down, and the Chaos Sword flew into his hand, instantly healing the wound on his chest with the power of chaos.
His eyes were red, and tears of resentment and grievance streamed down his cheeks.
"Sizzle—"
The Chaos Sword pierced through Nangong's heart.
Upon regaining consciousness, Nangong looked down at his chest, then at Yanluo, who was weeping uncontrollably, and fell into his arms.
"You did it."
Nangong raised her hand and gently wiped away Yanluo's tears. The corpse demon had two vital points, and Nangong, who possessed the power of [Origin], would not dissipate so quickly. She still had time to talk to Yanluo.
Yanluo could only weep; he couldn't speak.
The sadness overwhelmed Yan Luo like a tidal wave, washing away the walls of his heart. He was like a fledgling bird that couldn't find a foothold, trapped on a boundless sea, helpless and waiting for his strength to be exhausted so he could fall into the azure ocean and slowly sink to the dark seabed.
The barrier that had trapped the seven people on the throne was removed, and Liu Qian knelt down and cried loudly. Yan Luo built a barrier around himself and his grandmother, wanting to listen quietly to Nangong's words.
Nangong leaned against Yanluo's chest, her voice was very soft, and she seemed quite weak.
"It's so warm."
For countless days and nights, Nangong frantically tried to remember and recall the burning warmth in her lover's arms. In the arms of her beloved grandson, she felt a long-lost warmth.
“If I die, the formation will never be completed. If you can’t become a corpse demon, you won’t be able to stop the curse of the Nangong family. I’ve lost my husband, my son and daughter-in-law. I don’t want to lose you.”
"Luckily I'm going ahead of you. Grandma will go ahead and scout the way for you. Your grandpa will come to pick me up. If he doesn't, I'll get angry with him. He's most afraid of me getting angry."
Nangong wanted to raise her hand to wipe away Yanluo's tears, but she was too weak.
"Don't be sad. You're twenty-two this year. Have a few more children with those girls and leave an heir for the Yan family."
"It's fine not to keep them. They'll die anyway, it'll only add to the sorrow."
“Your grandfather wanted to go with your grandmother back then, but she refused and left your father behind so that he could live a few more years.”
"Grandma felt sad for him. It was Grandma's fault that he felt even more sad because of your parents' passing."
"I don't know why God is treating our family this way."
Nangong's tears of blood flowed down her cheeks and fell into Yanluo's hands, who was holding her.
“我要狠狠揍你爷爷一顿，为什么要把我变成尸鬼，他被反噬诅咒活不长不说，还让小小的你多体会了一次亲人的离世。”
"Grandma will deal with him."
"You've become so amazing! It must have been a tough journey for you."
Yanluo placed Nangong's hand on his face, hot tears falling between his cheeks and Nangong's palm. He shook his head in pain, hearing Nangong's voice, his own heartbeat, feeling the dryness in his throat and the suffocating sensation that made it hard to breathe.
So much bitterness welled up in his heart, and he couldn't stop his tears.
Nangong glanced at Tu Keke, who was still unconscious, and continued, "Xiaoxue and Keke must like you very much too. Grandma knew it the first time she saw them. You can't hide the look in someone's eyes when they love them."
"My child, you are truly outstanding, which is why so many girls like you."
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