Liu Cangsheng smiled arrogantly. He had spent ten years of blood, sweat, and tears trying to obtain the legendary Holy Artifact, the Buddha God’s Relic, to no avail. Yet, he hadn’t expected this kid to be such a hopeless romantic.
To actually walk right into a trap just for Jun Qingcheng.
Lin Huang smiled brightly. He had struggled for ten years simply to be with Jun Qingcheng. If he didn’t show up today, what would be the point of all his hard work? Moving his body, Lin Huang walked toward her.
"Qingcheng, go back!" Liu Cangsheng ordered, glaring at her.
Jun Qingcheng lifted her snow-white face, staring at Liu Cangsheng with disgust. "If I didn’t agree to marry you, how could this guy be lured out so easily?" With light and graceful steps, she walked toward Lin Huang.
"Coward. If you hadn’t heard that I was getting married, would you have kept hiding from me?" Jun Qingcheng looked at Lin Huang, her breathtaking face carrying a deep sense of grievance.
Lin Huang gave a lonely smile. He pulled Jun Qingcheng into his embrace and stroked her soft, dark hair. Filled with bitterness, he said, "Even if I hid at the ends of the earth, how could I ever escape your grasp? I only hate my mediocre talent. I’ve worked hard for ten years but still haven’t succeeded in Entering the Saint Realm. I failed to meet your father’s requirements."
Jun Qingcheng looked up at his weather-beaten face and snow-white hair. Her soft heart stung as if it were being sliced by a knife. Just to be with her, what exactly had this man endured over the past ten years?
A hundred and seventy-two assassination attempts by Liu Cangsheng?
His hair turning white over ten years?
It was probably far more than just that!
"I hate you!" Jun Qingcheng pounded Lin Huang’s chest and bit down on his shoulder, leaving a row of teeth marks. Two lines of clear tears had already rolled down her snowy cheeks.
"You’re courting death!" Liu Cangsheng glared at the two of them, his eyes burning with uncontrollable fury. With a flip of his hand, a peerless Longsword shot across the sky, emitting endless, sharp Sword Qi. At this moment, Sword Qi filled the heavens!
"Let me kill him first," Lin Huang said, smiling faintly at Jun Qingcheng. The Instant Blade at his waist was already unsheathed.
The blinding blizzard suddenly turned fierce. Two clashing silhouettes appeared in the void. Sword Qi surged like a rushing river, while the blade’s momentum felt as heavy as a mountain. They continuously collided and crossed paths amidst the wind and snow.
"You worthless stray dog! What makes you think you can compete with me?" During the fierce battle, Liu Cangsheng scoffed coldly. Tens of thousands of sharp streams of Sword Qi materialized around him, covering the vast sky before overwhelmingly crushing toward Lin Huang. "Did you really think that just because your name is mentioned alongside mine, you can stand against me? You don’t know your place!"
Liu Cangsheng pressed forward step by step, having completely gained the upper hand.
"What makes me think I can compete with you?" Looking up at the high and mighty Liu Cangsheng, the aura around Lin Huang gradually boiled. Tens of thousands of sharp blade gleams appeared in the air as a suppressed, hateful energy suddenly awakened.
"I’ll show you exactly what gives me the right!" Lin Huang laughed bleakly. His head of white hair whipped wildly in the blizzard. The Instant Blade in his hand let out a howling roar as an earth-shattering killing intent swept outward.
"Because of my Demon Blade Shura!
"Because of your hundred assassination attempts!
"Because of my ten years of white hair!"
With every sentence Lin Huang spoke, his aura skyrocketed. More and more blade gleams materialized in the world. Guided by Lin Huang’s power, they formed a ten-thousand-foot Blade Mountain. Meanwhile, Liu Cangsheng was firmly suppressed beneath the Blade Mountain, coughing up blood.
"Insolent!" Beneath the Blade Mountain, Liu Cangsheng’s eyes welled with endless killing intent. His aura rolled like thunder. "You think a mere Blade Mountain can subdue me? Idiot!"
As his voice faded, the azure Longsword let out continuous roars. It gathered the tens of thousands of streams of Sword Qi in the void, forming a Sword River that flowed for a hundred miles. The monstrous Sword Qi instantly tore through the boundless sky with terrifying, invincible might!
Martial Soul—Nine Heavens Sword River!
Accompanied by Liu Cangsheng’s long howl, the Sword River surged in Reverse Flow. With an extremely furious posture, it pierced through the towering Blade Mountain above him.
BOOM!
A loud blast echoed in the void. Accompanied by thick dust scattering like a massive tidal wave, the Blade Mountain suppressing Liu Cangsheng suddenly exploded. Before Lin Huang could react, Liu Cangsheng levitated in the air, looking down at Lin Huang from above. Behind him, the Sword River flowed. In the blink of an eye, it formed a Sword River waterfall suspended right above Lin Huang’s head.
"Today, let my hundred thousand Longswords bury you completely!" Liu Cangsheng laughed heartily. With a wave of his long sleeve, the Sword River waterfall above Lin Huang cascaded like a burst dam, furiously drowning him.
Liu Cangsheng stood at the pinnacle of the Sword River, revealing a triumphant smile and relishing his imminent victory. After today, Bei Linhuang would no longer exist in this world!
Watching the Sword River waterfall crash down upon him, Lin Huang looked up at the sky and sighed, feeling the weight of his long, ten-year journey.
Pain. Struggle. Bitterness. Longing. Hatred. Suppression. Anger. Attachment.
Finally, Lin Huang’s calm voice echoed in the void. "Because I am... Bei Linhuang!"
In the vast heaven and earth, and the boundless sky, a beam of blood-red light suddenly burst toward the heavens.
The tens of thousands of people in the blizzard could only watch as Lin Huang, wielding his blade with both hands beneath the Sword River waterfall, charged tyrannically into the Sword River and surged in Reverse Flow! Like a submerged Azure Dragon proudly ascending to the heavens, he tore through the Sword River at lightning speed. With a swing of his arm, he delivered a strike—a strike containing his entire life’s cultivation...
Godslaying One Slash!
A world-destroying brilliance flashed through the void, obliterating the heavens, extinguishing the earth, and annihilating all Divine Buddhas!
"You..." Liu Cangsheng stared at Lin Huang in utter disbelief. He opened his mouth but couldn’t utter another word. Soon after, his head fell from the sky, and his blood dyed Lin Huang’s white hair red.
This sudden scene shocked the thousands of people in the air, filling their faces with terror. They never expected Lin Huang to decapitate Liu Cangsheng in an instant, leaving them no time to rescue him.
He had killed the Young Master of the Eastern Celestial Divine Sect. The foremost favored son of heaven on the Azure Sky Continent. What kind of fury would this draw from the Eastern Celestial Divine Sect?! One had to know that it was an ancient Divine Sect that had stood for eternal years.
"Let’s go!" In the next moment, Lin Huang grabbed Jun Qingcheng and fled.
However, how could they possibly escape?
Thousands of peerless Martial Artists locked down the sky, with peerless Demon Beasts holding the line. They were like a sky full of Divine Buddhas illuminating the heavens, trapping the two of them like birds in a cage, slowly strangling them to death step by step.
"Qingcheng, do you blame me?" Lin Huang caressed her cheek, speaking gently. "I struggled for ten years but still failed in Entering the Saint Realm, and I never dared to see you even once. Now that I finally mustered up the courage to come, I’m forcing you to be buried with me in this snowy mountain."
"You bastard!" Jun Qingcheng bit her lip, crying and laughing at the same time. She leaned on Lin Huang’s shoulder and said softly, "In this life and the next, I am yours. In life, I will embrace the splendor of the world with you. In death, I will follow you to fiercely battle the Eight Desolates."
While the two spoke, the thousands of Martial Artists charged at them madly. Their terrifying auras crushed every inch of the void, leaving them no way to escape. Amidst the blizzard, Lin Huang held Jun Qingcheng’s hand. Looking at the thousands of glaring Martial Artists, he secretly burned his lifeforce, preparing for a final death blow. Even if heaven and earth were obliterated, he would carve out a one-percent chance to let Jun Qingcheng escape with her life.
RUMBLE!
At this very moment, the snowy mountain shook. An incredibly terrifying power suddenly erupted between heaven and earth, as if it wanted to devour everything. In front of Lin Huang, countless Great Dao runes condensed, forming a deep, horrifying wormhole. The power radiating from it made the scalps of all the Martial Artists present tingle with fear.
"This is... the Door of Time!" the thousands of Martial Artists exclaimed, their faces full of disbelief.
"Qingcheng!" Lin Huang turned to look at Jun Qingcheng, his eyes splitting with anguish. He saw her holding a sword in one hand while lifting the entire Door of Time with the other, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
Martial Soul—Eternal Years!
Lin Huang suddenly remembered Jun Qingcheng’s Martial Soul.
"Huang, I don’t believe in the next life; I only ask for this one. Do not forget your Qingcheng, you must come find me. If I forget you, you must remember to chase after me!"
Jun Qingcheng smiled brightly, a look of pure bliss on her face. Then, her aura abruptly shifted, causing the Door of Time to emit a terrifying devouring force. The Time runes condensed into thousands of iron chains that bound Lin Huang, forcefully dragging him inside.
"Qingcheng!" Lin Huang roared. Even after ten years of struggle, he had never felt so helpless. His body sank into the Door of Time bit by bit, but he could only watch helplessly as Jun Qingcheng held her sword with one hand, her snow-white silhouette looking resolute and tragic.
Just like that, she stood all alone in the blinding blizzard, facing thousands of Martial Artists...