Chapter 1950: The Battle II
The man standing in front of Nan Xian wore all black, and it was hard to see his expression.
However, the cold smile playing on his lips seemed so gloomy. It was as if he was a demon from h.e.l.l, coming with bloodthirsty, murderous intent.
Nan Xian was covered in blood, while Fu Chen and Qing Han next to him did not have a way to escape.
Fu Chen s.h.i.+elded Qing Han, using his own body to protect her.
Nan Xian wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth before rus.h.i.+ng toward the man in black again…
“Hehe…” Mu Yi laughed coldly, which was quite creepy and gave others gooseb.u.mps.
Boom!
A powerful force exploded from these two people, but it did not destroy any part of this palace; it disappeared quickly.
It was as if there was a force in this palace that could suck away all the spiritual power to protect this palace.
Nan Xian suddenly caught a glimpse of Feng Ruqing standing in front of him. He looked up, and his cold and handsome face finally showed a hint of expression. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of her.
He raised her hand and pulled Feng Ruqin into his arms, hugging her tightly.
The man’s embrace was so warm that it released all the tension that she had these few days.
“You’re back?”
Nan Xian caressed the woman’s hair; his voice and his gaze were as gentle as water.
Feng Ruqing’s heart slightly ached. She wiped the blood at the corner of the man’s mouth and nodded.
“Yes, I’m back…”
Mu Yi turned around and saw Feng Ruqing.
He frowned and sneered. “I did not expect you to come out!”
Feng Ruqing raised her head to look at the man in black in front of her, frowning.
Suddenly, a strong force burst into her mind, nearly causing her brain to explode.
It was a high mountain…
Countless girls fell into a pool of blood in front of the gate.
On the other side, the leader was a man in black who led a group of people to occupy the entire mountain, leaving everyone inside the gate dead at his hands.
The most unforgettable thing to her was the man’s smirk at the end of it all…
Feng Ruqing slowly lowered her hand, her face turned cold.
“It’s you… I remember you. When I first saw the ice-coffin, I could see the memories of those girls in the ice-coffin.
“It was you who led the people to them and left them all dead in a pool of blood!”
Mu Yi sneered and looked at Feng Ruqing. “If you hadn’t killed too many of our disciples, we wouldn’t have done anything to those people. So it wasn’t me who killed them. It was you!”
“Shut up!”
Nan Xian’s voice was cold, and in an instant, he was already above Mu Yi’s head.
The sword in his hand emitted a cold aura; his face was cold as he tried to chop off the man’s head.
The man in black dodged the attack.
Nan Xian’s sword landed on the ground, leaving a deep mark in it.
Bang!
Mu Yi raised his hand, a strong wind surged out of it, striking at Nan Xian.
His punch was harsh when it hit Nan Xian’s shoulder.
Nan Xian fell backward, and he could feel a mouthful of blood in his throat, but he held it back.
“She…” Nan Xian looked up at Mu Yi. “She did nothing wrong!”
He stood up straight. His face remained serious.
“Because what she kills is always the person who should be killed!”
Feng Ruqing turned to look at Nan Xian, her gaze fixed upon him. “Do you remember something?”
“Yes…”
He remembered all the grudges and feuds that he once had thousands of years ago.
However, the person Feng Ruqing was today was no longer the Ninth Emperor back then.
And he was Nan Xian, Feng Ruqing’s love.
The past was like a cloud of smoke, and it did not matter anymore.
The one he cared about in this life was only Feng Ruqing!
“Even if you remember, so what? Nan Changfeng back then was not our opponent. You are just someone who relies on the Ninth Emperor to survive. Hahaha!” Mu Yi laughed out loudly.
Even though Nan Changfeng was strong, he could not resist the attack from countless skilled masters in this land.
That day, Nan Changfeng was chased by many people and was killed by them.
When the Ninth Emperor arrived, she could only collect his dead body.
He would not forget the grief-stricken eyes of the Ninth Emperor. It was filled with so much hurt! Hahaha!
Unfortunately, many skilled masters died in that battle. The Ninth Emperor killed them all…