Chapter 1915: You Will Never Understand
Chapter 1915: You Will Never Understand
Although she has lived two lifetimes, she cherishes life and respects life more than anyone, but she will never live in the world cowardly like this. Life is indeed precious, but if one cannot live with a clear conscience and uprightness, what is the meaning!
Ling Baobao’s consciousness was already blurred, seemingly oblivious to Han Yan’s words, and still used the last of his strength to rush outside the domain.
Han Yan simply exerted force to break free from his arm, gently floating down to the ground.
Ling Baobao felt a lightness in his hand, then came back to his senses, looking at Han Yan with a puzzled gaze.
"I absolutely cannot let you die for me, nor let them die for me." Han Yan looked at the struggling figures not far away and those eyes full of despair, and said resolutely.
Having said that, Han Yan once again gripped the longsword tightly, despite the immense pressure causing her body to tremble slightly, but the hand holding the sword hilt remained so steady.
"I should have guessed it would end like this." Ling Baobao shook his head and said with a helpless bitter smile.
In fact, he’s not surprised at all regarding Han Yan’s decision; if she didn’t have this kind of character, they wouldn’t have become friends, nor would it be worth his effort to save her desperately.
Han Yan took a deep breath, slowly withdrew the Cold Sky Sword.
The cold light was like snow, and the world lost its color!
Infinite power of laws broke through the Heaven Slaying Demon Path’s blockade, flooding into her nearly exhausted meridians, her originally pale face presented an unusually bright red, and her eyes were as deep as a blood sea.
The unusual bright red spread down her cheeks. In the blink of an eye, her slender neck, white arm, fingers holding the sword, all exposed skin turned a blood red, even the black priest robe became a deep purple, droplets of blood pearls formed from blood threads and rolled down her finger.
And her face also showed an extremely painful expression.
All the temple priests, all the people watched Han Yan in shock. The surroundings were silent, Han Yan’s words to Ling Baobao fell into their ears without missing a word, and they knew that Han Yan originally had a chance to escape, but stayed behind without regret because of them.
Even though they didn’t understand what the Destruction Sword Dao was about, just seeing the dripping blood from Han Yan’s fingertips and the expression on her face, they knew she was enduring immense pain. All of this was for them.
Zhan Yuan’s indifferent visage became grave.
With his powerful divine sense, it wasn’t hard to realize that Han Yan’s meridians and Qi sea were continuously rupturing, even her entire skeleton showed fine cracks.
If the earlier sword of destruction only affected her mental state without harming her body, then this time, the Destruction Sword Dao was not just to deal with him, but might also destroy herself!
"Is she insane!" A strange thought surged in Zhan Yuan’s mind.
Of course, Han Yan wasn’t insane; this outcome was not what she wanted, but she had no choice. That sword of destruction earlier had already depleted all her spiritual power, Qi, and pure strength; to perform the Destruction Sword Dao again, it was not strange to pay such a price.
However, even knowing that this sword would destroy the opponent and her own self together, she still had no regrets.
"All beings quietly extinguish, all things perished!" Han Yan finally slashed the sword.
The black sword light pierced through the sword, resembling the death flame from the abyss of Hell, carrying the terrifying aura of destroying everything.
Zhan Yuan waved his arm, the sharp Qi light facing forward, transforming into a giant blade divine weapon, neither sword nor knife.
The two Qi lights met in mid-air, making a volcanic eruption-like roar.
The fierce turbulence scattered and shot, Han Yan was also blown out by the intense impact, flying straight ten feet away before heavily hitting the ground, fine blood threads sprayed from her body, as if every meridian, every pore instantly ruptured.
Zhan Yuan was also shaken back repeatedly, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
"Actually, you originally had a chance to escape, why did you stay, just for these ants?" Zhan Yuan said contemptuously.
Even on another plane, they were just as powerful as gods; how would they care about the life and death of these weak priests and common people?
"You would never understand." Han Yan’s expression showed even more contempt.
From Zhan Yuan’s ruthless massacre of his own people earlier, she knew he simply didn’t know what friendship and responsibility were, nor was she interested in explaining too much.
"I don’t need to understand." Zhan Yuan looked at Han Yan and said casually, "I forgot, now you are just like them, hardly any different from ants."
"Is that so, but it seems you didn’t gain much with that earlier sword." Han Yan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, ridiculing.
"I’d like to see how long you can persist?" Zhan Yuan sneered again and waved his arm.
Han Yan gritted her teeth, leaped forward, and slashed the sword directly.
Qi lights collided, heaven and earth shaking, the thunderous booms echoed, Han Yan soared once more with a burst of blood mist, while Zhan Yuan retreated several steps, the blood at the corners of his mouth thickened.
This time, without giving Han Yan any chance to breathe, Zhan Yuan silently rushed forward again.
Han Yan gritted her teeth and raised the Cold Sky Sword again.
One sword... two swords... three swords...
The blood hue in Han Yan’s eyes grew thicker, her entire mental state already occupied by the desire for slaughter and destruction.
Amidst the deafening sounds, bursts of Qi light shot skyward, the earth trembled violently, ancient buildings engulfed in flames finally collapsed, becoming complete ruins.
In the blink of an eye, the two engaged in a whole ten sword exchanges, bursts of blood sprayed from Han Yan’s body, her elegant and graceful figure repeatedly blown away.
"Boom!" With one last loud noise, Han Yan finally fell to the ground.
Her black priest robe was thoroughly soaked with blood, showing a bizarre bright purple hue. Every drop of blood in her body had drained completely, her face turned pale again, then ashen gray.
Every bone seemed shattered, piercing cold pain surged into her mind, yet allowing her mental state to become clear again, even clearer than ever.
"Is this a fleeting moment of brightness before dying? Is being clear-minded right before death also a kind of luck?" Lying on the ground, Han Yan musingly thought.
Vitality was continuously draining from her body, though still holding the Cold Sky Sword, at this moment Han Yan didn’t even have the strength to move a finger.