The sky was dense with dark clouds, carrying the heavy momentum of an approaching storm.
Inside the mountain city of Zhenyue, panic spread among the people.
Beneath the cliff waterfall, Cangshu Linfeng sat quietly on a bluestone, feeling the moisture hidden in the wind, but today his heart could not find peace.
Then, he opened his eyes and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, "It's finally here."
With the dark clouds pressing down, the mountain city of Zhenyue had long been tightly locked by that suffocating pressure.
Cangshu Bai stood in mid-air, his white hair falling like moonlight, his black clothes like splashed ink, completely spotless. Although he looked so pure and otherworldly, the murderous aura emanating from his body chilled to the bone.
He merely raised his wrist slightly, and the chill poured out like moonlight, silent yet unstoppable.
The enemies in the mountain city of Zhenyue, who had been prepared for a long time, roared and lunged at him. Spells roared and weapons clashed, but in front of him, they were like paper.
As the sword energy swept past, even the blood mist didn't have time to stain his clothes before being dispersed by the fierce energy.
Some fled in panic, some fought back desperately.
In his eyes, they were all like ants.
Just like him five hundred years ago, in the eyes of these people, he was nothing but an ant.
But at this time, his posture was as straight as a pine, his movements as elegant as an immortal, yet he was doing the cruelest things. Blood splashed, dyeing the streets and rocks red, but only his black clothes remained unstained.
Killing to him was not slaughter, not a bitter struggle, but more like a neat flick of a dust whisk.
He was in the air, looking expressionlessly at the people below who were exhausted from fleeing for their lives, and said calmly, "Cangshu Taotian, are you still not coming out?"
Right at this moment, a fiery figure abruptly broke through the gaps in the dark clouds without any warning.
Red hair like fire, spread over the shoulders, red clothes like sunset glow, dazzlingly bright, forming an extreme contrast with the grayness and bloodiness of the city.
Cangshu Qihua's toes tapped across mid-air, and as his clothes fluttered, he brought up a fierce wind. The moment the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, a clear ring pierced the dead silence, shaking the surrounding blood mist to slightly dissipate.
"Cangshu Bai, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
The long sword, wrapped in a boiling murderous aura, stabbed straight at Cangshu Bai's heart. There was no probing or detour, the attack was a desperate ruthlessness.
Cangshu Bai's eyes narrowed, and amid the fluttering black clothes, a black spear suddenly appeared in his hand. The cold light of the spear tip was fully exposed, like a startling thunder breaking the formation, forcefully parrying the long sword.
With a crisp "clang", the tremor of the clashing metal shook the air so much that it became hot, and the energy shot out in all directions, sending the blood foam and crushed stones on the ground flying into the sky.
Both of them had a ruthless style, without any delay.
Cangshu Bai swept his spear, its momentum as heavy and fierce as a mountain, every strike carrying a world-destroying force.
His eyebrows and eyes were cold and silent, his tone indifferent, "A mantis trying to stop a chariot."
Cangshu Qihua gritted his teeth and took the blow head-on, his sword momentum advancing instead of retreating:
"Stop being so arrogant! Today, it's either you die or I perish!"
His figure was as agile as fire, his long sword light yet fierce. As he tossed and turned, even though the wind from the spear forced his throat tight, he never stepped back half a step. His red clothes were torn by the spear wind in several places, and drops of blood dripped down the hem of his clothes, but he fought more and more fiercely.
Cangshu Bai slanted his spear tip, pressing straight towards the vital points, his voice as cold as ice, "Overestimating your capabilities."
"When you forcefully barged into the mountain city of Zhenyue back then, did you act according to your capabilities?" Cangshu Qihua's red hair flew wildly, his long sword fighting back desperately, his sword energy burning the sky, and he even had the mind to smile, "If it weren't for your overly ruthless and straightforward style, how could you have caused the death of that woman surnamed Mu?"
The hand holding the spear of Cangshu Bai suddenly froze, and the cold air around him suddenly surged.
In those eyes that were usually as indifferent as ice, for the first time, a dark wave of near-violence surged. The black shirt moved without wind, and the murderous aura almost froze the entire sky.
He didn't roar, just pausing after every word, as cold as a poisoned blade.
"You're courting death."
Before his voice died away, the spear carried a world-destroying furious momentum, stabbing straight at Cangshu Qihua's heart.
This strike held nothing back.
The spear tip broke the wind, the sword blade flowed with light, the red and black figures crossed madly in mid-air under the dark clouds. The sound of clashing metal and the sound of energy crashing against each other intertwined into a purgatory-like clamor.
Blood was already oozing from the corners of Cangshu Qihua's lips. His shoulder was swept by the spear tip, the flesh turned outward, and blood soaked his red clothes, but his eyes were still burning, and he stubbornly refused to retreat.
Finally, after another violent collision, Cangshu Bai flipped his wrist, and the spear suddenly exerted force. The spear shaft slammed fiercely onto the spine of Cangshu Qihua's sword. With a "crack", the long sword broke in response, and the spear tip took advantage of the momentum to press against his shoulder. The force was so great that it pierced through his body, forcefully pinning him to the cliff wall behind him.
The outcome was decided.
Cangshu Qihua's figure swayed slightly, and blood spurted from his shoulder, soaking more than half of his red clothes.
He didn't struggle, nor did he lower his head. He still kept his spine straight, his messy red hair clinging to his bloodstained cheeks. There was no trace of wretchedness in his eyes, only unextinguished fierceness and unruliness.
A sweet and bloody taste welled up in his throat. He raised his hand and wiped it away fiercely, a bloodstained cold smile curling up at the corner of his lips, "Cangshu Bai, so what if I lost, are you happy now?"
Cangshu Bai lowered his eyes, his black eyes as cold as having no temperature, but those tightly pursed thin lips and slightly sunken eyebrows had already leaked the things hidden in the deepest place.
Cangshu Qihua was pinned to the cliff wall by the spear tip, blood soaking his red clothes, but he suddenly laughed lowly. The laughter was hoarse, carrying a bone-deep understanding, every word piercing into the most painful place in Cangshu Bai's heart:
"You killed all over the world, annihilated the Heavenly Desire Palace and the mountain city of Zhenyue, so what?"
"You took your revenge, vented your hatred, but that woman surnamed Mu, she can't come back."
"She can't come back!"
He raised his eyes, his red hair stained with blood, his eyes as sharp as knives, directly piercing the wound that Cangshu Bai had wrapped in coldness. Even though he was clearly about to die under the spear, he could still laugh presumptuously.
"Hahaha, Cangshu Bai, I lost, but you didn't win either, you will never win!"
Cangshu Bai's knuckles suddenly tightened, the violence surging in his black eyes could no longer be suppressed. The hand holding the spear suddenly exerted force, about to completely finish off Cangshu Qihua.
Just at the moment when the spear tip was about to pierce the chest—
A gentle wisp of green spiritual power emerged out of thin air from the void, gently wrapping around the spear filled with the aura of killing.
The green light was like smoke and mist, so gentle that it didn't look like the power of killing.
Cangshu Bai was very familiar with this spiritual power, and he was slightly in a trance.
A delicate and familiar figure slowly condensed in the green light.
All the violence and murderous aura on Cangshu Bai seemed to have been paused at this moment, and he called out: "Ranran."
But that figure became clear.
Dressed in plain green clothes, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, a faint vitality lingered around her.
Although the breath was similar, this woman was not his Ranran.
Cangshu Bai lowered his eyes in disappointment. The person who had just been decisive in killing now unexpectedly had a heartbreaking fragility.
Cangshu Qihua's arrogant and unbridled behavior also paused, and then he spoke coldly, "Mu Shuqing, who allowed you to come out, go back!"
