Chapter 871
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All eyes were drawn to the scene.
The two figures landed steadily and slowly.
Had the outcome still not been decided?
This was the first thought that crossed everyone’s minds.
Immediately, the Ye clan members, the royal family’s Heavenly Gang martial artists, and several Myriad Methods realm strong ones all became wary.
Yet, not a single person dared to approach.
Whoever ventured near would be courting death.
This was no longer a battle they could interfere with.
As the two figures stood on a patch of ruins,
they remained a hundred paces apart.
It seemed as if their strongest moves had never collided.
Drip… drop…
Soon, the shattered dark clouds once again covered the capital.
A torrential downpour began anew.
The heavy rain soaked Ye Wushuang’s clothes. His attire, already stained red with blood, now streamed not with rainwater, but with blood.
It was unclear whether this blood was from new wounds or simply from the excessive bloodstains on his clothes.
But on the other side…
Liu Chuantian stood on the ruins, his pure white long robe and snow-white hair drenched by the rain.
In an instant, his long hair and robe turned blood-red.
“Phew…”
Liu Chuantian couldn’t hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He clutched his mouth tightly with his hand.
But this action caused his clothes to fall off like petals, layer by layer.
His white robe was torn apart, revealing his upper body.
His entire torso was almost perforated by sword energy, like a sieve. His internal organs were all reduced to fragments, flowing out from the holes.
Ye Wushuang took a step forward, leaning on the Tianyan Sword, limping towards Liu Chuantian.
“Ultimately… I still won…”
As Ye Wushuang spoke, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
A smile appeared on his face.
But it looked very bitter.
No one knew how Ye Wushuang felt at this moment.
To personally kill someone he once trusted the most was not a pleasant feeling.
The Tianyan Sword was held horizontally against Liu Chuantian’s neck.
Ye Wushuang said slowly, “I saved you from the hands of the Liu clan back then, and now, I am here to end you.”
In Ye Wushuang’s mind, scenes from the past flashed by.
A frail young boy, also on a day of torrential rain, was chased to a dead end by a group of martial artists, hopelessly falling into a pool of blood, crying out that the heavens were unjust.
And his appearance, killing those martial artists, saved the boy.
“What’s your name?”
“Liu Chuantian!”
“Interesting, my name is Ye Wentian, also with a ‘heaven’ character.”
The boy in the blood pool gave a bitter smile.
“Will you follow me from now on?”
“I will!”
The boy in the blood pool had a resolute expression!
In the blink of an eye, five hundred years had passed!
Ye Wushuang murmured, “Time can really change a person…”
“Ye Wushuang!” Liu Chuantian, with blood in his mouth, gritted his teeth and growled, “I’ll wait for you on the road to the underworld…”
Whoosh!!
The long sword swept through.
A head flew high into the air.
Liu Chuantian, dead!
“Wait for me?”
Ye Wushuang looked at the gradually collapsing headless corpse and said indifferently, “The road I have to walk is still long, and you probably… won’t be able to wait for me.”
At this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Liu Chuantian was finally dead!
If Ye Wushuang had lost, even if the Liu clan, Xiao clan, and Qin clan people had been killed in large numbers, as long as Liu Chuantian was alive, they would ultimately still lose!
A Myriad Methods realm peak figure who had grasped the mystery of the unification of myriad methods was enough to change everything!
Fortunately, Ye Wushuang won!
At this time, Ye Yunzhe, Yuan Pengwang, Xu Yuntian, Tian Chengwen, and others all breathed a sigh of relief and hurried towards Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang, leaning on the sword, stood in the rain and also breathed a sigh of relief.
As he saw the few people about to come over,
Ye Wushuang also took a step forward and walked towards them.
But…
Suddenly.
Among the dark clouds.
A blade of light, fast to the extreme, incredibly fast, came towards Ye Wushuang.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang only saw Ye Yunzhe, Yuan Pengwang, and others looking at him in horror, speeding up and running towards him.
But the next moment.
Phew…
The blade pierced through Ye Wushuang’s chest.
Looking down at the blood hole that had appeared in his chest, Ye Wushuang’s eyes were somewhat bewildered.
Boom…
In an instant.
An earth-shattering roar turned the area around Ye Wushuang, spanning tens of miles, into ashes.
Infinite destructive power spread out at this time.
Ye Wushuang felt his eyelids heavy, but he saw Ye Yunzhe, Yuan Pengwang, and others who had rushed over being blown away…
Was he going to die?
Ye Wushuang felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.
