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Chapter 143 Fighting to the Death, A Rise from the Ashes

After Xiao Yun finished speaking, he drank the all-powerful recovery potion, picked up his sword, and went to meet Qi Huiming and the Whisperer alone.

Ahead, thunder roared, and the Whisperer's twisted body danced like a pitch-black curtain, blotting out the sun.

Blood flames surged from Xiao Yun's body, yet he appeared so small, yet so resolute.

"Brother Yun!"

Zhong Mo let out a low growl, propped himself up, and was about to catch up with Xiao Yun.

But a hand reached out from behind and grabbed him.

"Walk."

Ji Mingyu's voice was hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out from his chest.

"No, I have to go help Brother Yun."

Zhong Mo shook off his hand, but before she could turn her head, Ji Mingyu slapped her across the face.

Snapped!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the air for a long time.

Zhong Mo covered his burning face and stood there stunned.

"If you want Xiao Yun's efforts and arrangements to go to waste, then follow him."

After Ji Mingyu finished speaking, he used his last bit of magic power to construct a pitch-black door.

Qi Huiming's pupils contracted sharply, and he knew in his heart that something was wrong.

"Ji Mingyu, don't you feel any guilt about abandoning your teammates at a time like this?"

As they spoke, wind and thunder gathered, and a raging storm swept towards Ji Mingyu and Zhong Mo.

In the blink of an eye, the thunder and storm were already within reach of Zhong Mo.

A blazing sword beam pierced through the air, tearing apart the thunder and storm.

click-

As the lightning dissipated with a soft hum, the sound of flesh tearing apart rang out simultaneously.

Sizzle!

While Xiao Yun was distracted, the Whisperer's giant claws dug into Xiao Yun's back, scraping off a piece of bloody skin.

Blood splattered, only to be instantly turned to ashes by the flames on Xiao Yun's body.

Zhong Mo's pupils contracted sharply, and he subconsciously clenched his fists, only to hear Xiao Yun's soft sigh:

"Listen to me, Fatty, let's go."

Zhong Mo stood frozen in place, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and streaks of blood trickling down his clenched fists.

Sometimes, choosing to live is harder than choosing to die.

Ji Mingyu turned his head back, sighed softly, turned his head sharply, and disappeared through the door.

"ah--"

Zhong Mo let out a low roar, his clenched hand suddenly loosened, and then he turned and ran wildly toward the door.

"you!"

Qi Huiming gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and a surge of wind and thunder beneath his feet as he charged toward Zhong Mo.

"Well done..."

Xiao Yun's lips curled up, and with a swift stroke of his sword, he stopped both Qi Huiming and the Whisperer.

"Xiao Yun! Do you really not want to live anymore?"

As Zhong Mo's figure disappeared from sight, Qi Huiming let out a frustrated roar:

"Why? Let them stay and fight alongside you; at least that gives you a chance to win..."

"Yes, but even if we win, we will suffer heavy losses. At least one person will die from your and the Whisperer's near-death outburst."

Xiao Yun interrupted him, her smile full of composure:

"In that case, I'd rather die."

Qi Huiming was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Hehe...hehehe!"

The next second, a furious thunderstorm erupted, engulfing the entire Final Court.

"Then you might as well die!"

Qi Huiming's lips curled into a mocking smile as his fist, imbued with wind and thunder, slammed into Xiao Yun.

Boom boom boom!

A continuous, thunderous roar erupted, and with each sound, a dark dent appeared on Xiao Yun's body.

"Do you think everything will end when you die? Do you think they'll be safe once you send them away?"

Qi Huiming's lips curled up, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and a devilish whisper escaped his throat.

"Once you're dead, I'll go and kill them!"

"Heh, you've been scheming for so long, even going so far as to bring in the Whisperers as your helpers at all costs, but have you forgotten something?"

"You're not from the Eighth Order, nor are you a true dragon. Do you really think you can take me down?"

Xiao Yun sneered, and even though his condition was already precarious, he still pulled his hand away and gave him the middle finger:

"A defeated opponent dares to bark like a dog?"

"Xiao Yun!"

Qi Huiming roared and no longer focused on dodging the Whisperer's area-of-effect attacks, he attacked Xiao Yun with all his might, while secretly stimulating Qi Xiaoran's soul.

"Holy crap!!!"

The Whisperer's attack became even more ferocious, and darkness rose from his body, condensing like steam on the ceiling and forming viscous droplets that dripped down.

Sizzle—Sizzle—

Black water droplets fell on Xiao Yun's body, colliding with the blood-red flames and producing a hoarse sound.

"It can actually weaken my flames."

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Yun's eyes. It was only a moment of distraction, but he was hit by several attacks.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Xiao Yun's condition deteriorated rapidly.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Qi Huiming roared like a mad dog, swinging his fists and leaving one crater after another on Xiao Yun's body.

Under the combined attack of Whisperer and Qi Huiming, Xiao Yun's condition quickly deteriorated.

click-

With a soft, shattering sound, the scabbard at Xiao Yun's waist broke into pieces.

"Ha! This time, I won't give you another chance to turn the tables!"

Qi Huiming roared and punched Xiao Yun in the chest.

puff-

The fist pierced through flesh and blood in an instant, tearing a horrific hole in Xiao Yun's heart.

wow——

Xiao Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying like a candle in the wind.

Qi Huiming withdrew his bloodied hand, in which lay a still-beating heart.

You lost.

Qi Huiming dropped his heart on the ground and watched the light slowly disappear from Xiao Yun's eyes. Despite his joy, he also felt a sense of loss.

"Xiao Yun, you are truly a formidable opponent, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Yun's bloodied lips curled into a smile.

"Hmm..."

Qi Huiming's body trembled as unbearable memories of the past flooded back into his mind.

Reason told him to kill this bastard quickly to prevent him from causing any more trouble.

However, the pride of the ultimate victor and his curiosity told him that the dying words of the loser were an essential part of the experience.

"His heart's gone, how could he possibly come back to life?"

Qi Huiming chuckled inwardly, walked up to Xiao Yun, and listened intently.

"Do you... know why the Blood of Eternal Flame is called the Blood of Eternal Flame?"

Qi Huiming's smile froze.

In the air, the swirling ashes suddenly froze in place.

"The end... the ashes returned to silence!"

Xiao Yun's lips parted slightly as he uttered his final sound.

And so, amidst the ashes that filled the court, the fire was reignited.

In an instant, the entire courtroom turned grayish-white.

The world fell into deathly silence.

Amidst the charred ruins, a half-crippled figure crawled out of the shadows.

"Eternal Blood, what kind of talent is that? It's only at the ninth rank, yet it can instantly erase this entire space. It's terrifying... I've never seen this kind of talent before. Could it be one of the top ten S-rank talents?"

Qi Huiming stared at the Whisperer beside him, now reduced to ashes, his pupils trembling, his eyes filled with lingering shock.

At the edge of the horizon, beneath the throne, only Xiao Yun's charred remains remained, kneeling there with one hand on his chest, clearly beyond dead.

But Qi Huiming stood still, not daring to step forward, or even to covet Xiao Yun's dropped items.

"You are a respectable opponent, Xiao Yun, but in the end, I am still the one who wins."

Qi Huiming's eyes flickered, but finally returned to calm:

"Just watch there, Xiao Yun. Watch how I take everything from you. This is my last act of mercy as the victor."

After saying that, he waved his hand dismissively, turned around, and dragged half of his body toward the entrance to the secret realm.

Behind him, a gentle breeze stirred, blowing across the empty hole in Xiao Yun's chest, producing a mocking sigh.

In the pitch-black sky, the ancestor of insects, who had been hidden until now, flapped its wings and transformed into a dazzling starlight, falling onto Xiao Yun.

hum - hum - hum -

A dense surge of stellar power enveloped Xiao Yun, making him appear as if he were encased in a large cocoon formed from nebulae.

boom!

The surging power of the stars pounded against the throne, causing the already dilapidated throne to collapse with a crash, revealing a gray-white dragon egg in the air.

A gentle breeze stirred the ashes, which fell onto the dragon egg.

After an unknown amount of time, a tiny spark appeared deep within the nebula cocoon, flickering briefly before flaring up again.

On the dragon egg, tiny specks of ash ignited one by one, and the sparks gradually merged into one.

On the grayish-white dragon egg, black marks and flames intertwined, weaving patterns like dragon scales...

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