On the peak of Kransbay. The wind howled, swirling up a blizzard that filled the sky. After the intense battle just now, the entire world fell into silence. The Mount Kransbay ceased its trembling. Meanwhile, Ye Fan lay in a pool of blood. With each violent cough, he continuously spewed mouthfuls of fresh blood. His breath was faint, and his expression was gloomy. He appeared destitute, like a forsaken soul in the mortal realm. And before him stood Chu Qitian, towering above him.
He looked down upon Ye Fan as if he were the ruler of the world, surveying his defeated subordinate. His pride and arrogance were indescribable.
“Hahaha... Chu Tianfan, how's that? I've always said that I, the Demon Lord, am invincible in this world. Unless your ancestor and ancient master, Chu Yunyang, reappears, who else can stand against me in this world?”
“Just you?”
“In my eyes, you've been nothing more than a pathetic rascal from the beginning to the end.”
“You only have the option to kneel and submit!”
“Who gave you the courage to dare defile my dignity?”
“If you bow down and grovel, perhaps you can still save your life.”
“But since you, ignorant of life and death, insist on coming to the peak of Kransbay, coveting the divine beings.”
“A mere mortal like you dares to compare yourself to the divine. It's truly a foolish delusion!”
Symborsus laughed wantonly, his rolling laughter revealing his arrogance and joy at this moment. After all, it had taken so much effort, but he had finally defeated Ye Fan. What one gains after experiencing countless hardships always brings excitement and joy. Even for Symborsus, it was no exception. It must be said that the previous battle had also consumed a tremendous amount of energy for the demonic being. His internal strength was almost depleted.
The feeling of weakness permeated his body, causing him to feel short of breath even standing there.
But fortunately, the one who had the last laugh was me, Symborsus. Even if it was a narrow victory, it was still a victory for me!
“Chu Tianfan, take one last look at this world.”
“After today, you will never see it again.” Having briefly rested, Symborsus had undoubtedly regained some strength. He wasted no more time. He had to swiftly kill Ye Fan. Then, after recuperating, he would continue his ascent on the path to Celestial Road. As he spoke, Symborsus raised his palm.
With a wave of his long sleeve, several scales from his body flew out. Under the influence of Symborsus's energy, those crimson scales transformed as if they were flying knives. In front of Symborsus, they astonishingly converged into a blood-red longsword!
“It's over, Chu Tianfan.” Symborsus sneered coldly. Those few words seemed to serve as Ye Fan's final eulogy. Then, a swift swoosh was heard. The blood-red longsword, accompanied by a resounding roar, swung mercilessly toward Ye Fan's head. It appeared that Symborsus intended to sever Ye Fan's head from his neck decisively.
“D*mn it, stop!” At the foot of Mount Kransbay, Ye Qingtian and others were filled with anguish, their voices filled with anger.
“Don't!”
In the land of India, tears streamed down the faces of Junie, Noa, and others as they wept while looking up at the sky.
“Ye Fan!” Below the city walls of Yanjing, Xu Lei's heart felt as lonely as ashes as she sobbed sorrowfully.
“Daddy, daddy...”
“Don't die, Xiaolin doesn't want you to die...”
In the Chu residence, Chu Lin wailed, wanting to rush to Mount Kransbay, but was tightly embraced by Grand Old Lady Chu. Grand Old Lady Chu said nothing, but the glistening in her aged eyes revealed her sorrow and despair.
So, in the end, had they failed? Was this the inevitable outcome?
At this moment, the mountains and rivers mourned, and all living things wept. In the land of Jiangdong, countless people knelt on the ground, their tears flowing in sorrow.
Failure. That man, the one who fought against Symborsus for the sake of this world, had ultimately been defeated.
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