Chapter 1668: Chapter 1668: Death Is His Best Ending

Under the immense sword power, the surrounding Heaven and Earth Power became chaotic once again. In everyone’s hearts arose an instinctive sense of awe, making them incapable of displaying their true strength.

However, this was not necessarily a bad thing for them. Precisely because they could not unleash their strongest combat power, after a long battle, no one had yet perished.

"Boom!" The sound of shocking thunder rang out, and the earth trembled.

Mighty currents of air scattered in all directions, and the force within was probably not inferior to the Desolate Storm of the North Abyss Misty Plain.

Below, everyone was shaken and swayed, but in the face of life and death, no one dared to easily stop, and the battle continued fiercely.

With that loud noise, the two figures locked in fierce combat above finally separated. Lu Guantian’s face was as white as a sheet as he fell like a kite with its string cut. His chest was stained bright red by the blood he spat out.

Defeated, Lu Guantian was defeated!

Mu Hanyan and the others were silent at heart. Although they had fought Yun Qianmo and the others for a long time without a clear winner, once the Holy Master intervened, they would have no chance to resist.

"Ultimately, I still couldn’t stop you. Is this truly fate?" Lu Guantian looked towards Mu Hanyan and the others, desolation in his gaze.

At this moment, a slight hiss was heard, and a mist of blood shot into the sky.

Turning his head, he saw that Ye Lanfeng’s longsword had already pierced into Yun Qianmo’s heart meridian, and the vitality within him was rapidly fading.

Yun Qianmo, had been defeated too!

Seeing the fresh blood gushing from Yun Qianmo’s chest and his rapidly disappearing vitality, Mu Hanyan was full of shock, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

From the previous exchanges, it was clear that Yun Qianmo’s strength was by no means inferior to Ye Lanfeng. He also remembered that Ye Lanfeng had once said Yun Qianmo’s strength was above his; during their encounter at Beining Pass, he had held back.

Yet at this moment, Yun Qianmo was defeated. Not only defeated but utterly vanquished.

Ye Lanfeng seemed somewhat surprised too, his hand holding the sword hilt unmoving, the two just stared at each other like sculptures.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Yun Qianmo gazed at Ye Lanfeng, his eyes devoid of sorrow, pain, or regret, but instead with a sense of relief, as if there was a questioning look in his pure gaze.

Ye Lanfeng looked back at him, nodding slowly.

Even though neither spoke, it seemed as though thousands of words exchanged in their gaze.

Yun Qianmo smiled, then fell backward. Until the last bit of his vitality dissipated, his face still carried that calm smile, light as though he was relieved.

Ye Lanfeng gently withdrew his longsword, a few blood pearls dripping along the blade, though his expression remained calm. Yet Mu Hanyan clearly saw a glistening tear fall from his longsword.

In that instant, Mu Hanyan understood something.

Yun Qianmo had his beliefs, his perseverance. He would never betray the Holy Master, but he absolutely would not want to see his best friend die like this before him.

Death, for him, was the best outcome.

In their last exchange of glances, he seemed to be asking, are we still friends?

Ye Lanfeng’s nod gave him the greatest comfort in the final moments of his life.

Mu Hanyan’s eyes welled up, moved by Ye Lanfeng having such a friend.

Ye Lanfeng swung his longsword, and the fierce and overwhelming Sword Light slashed towards the few other black-clad Sword Saints.

Seeing Yun Qianmo fall in battle, those people were stunned. It wasn’t until Ye Lanfeng attacked that they awoke from their stupor, hastily raising their swords to block. However, their strength was evidently far from Ye Lanfeng’s, as soon as the Sword Light clashed, they were sent retreating, coughing blood repeatedly, and the barrier’s gate opened again.

"Go!" Ye Lanfeng shouted loudly, leading the others to rush out.

The group of Divine Guardian descendants, after struggling for so long, awaited this moment eagerly and rushed out with full force without hesitation.

Their movements were not slow, yet some were even faster.

Those dozen Holy Court Elites also unfolded their movement techniques, surging ahead of them. They lacked the courage to oppose the Holy Master, nor did they wish to trouble Ye Lanfeng and the Divine Guardian descendants, nor be at the mercy of people like Dantai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong, or Wei Xiaotian. Their only choice was to leave this troubled place as quickly as possible.

Mu Hanyan and the others did not blame them; they could understand the internal conflict of these Holy Court Elites. In fact, not interfering earlier had already been a great help.

As everyone was about to rush out of the graveyard barrier, suddenly, a shadow flashed before them, and the Holy Master stood blocking the gate. With a wave of his sleeve, a massive force surged forward, causing the dozen Holy Court Elites at the forefront to spew blood and roll back like tumbling gourds.

The invisible power consolidated at the barrier gate, and even Ye Lanfeng could not break through.

"Why bother, do you really think that just by sparing them, they could escape my grasp? Qianmo, you underestimate your master’s strength too much," the Holy Master sighed long, glancing at the now cold and lifeless Yun Qianmo beside him.

Then, he turned to look at Ye Lanfeng and the others, his expression cold as ice.

"Holy Master, we are utterly loyal to you and the Holy Court. Won’t you give us a single path to survival?" One Holy Court Elite struggled up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, speaking with a face full of sorrow.

"Today’s events must not be known to outsiders," the Holy Master admitted frankly.

"What!" Those Holy Court Elites paled, having held onto a sliver of hope that the Holy Master would spare them out of regard for their loyalty. Now they realized how wrong they were.

This outcome did not surprise Mu Hanyan. Regardless of the Holy Master’s ultimate goal, today’s events must not come to light; otherwise, it would incite the entire continent against him, and even with his formidable strength, there would be no place for him on the Holy Court Continent.

Dantai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong, and the others’ expressions shifted slightly. Though their hearts had long turned to ash, seeing the Holy Master so merciless still struck them hard.

"For the safety of the continent, for the countless common people, I can only wrong you. After your deaths, I will take good care of your families, and your names will be engraved on the Holy Tablet," the Holy Master sighed softly.

Hearing his words, the Holy Court Elites all displayed looks of absolute grief and indignation.

"In that case, don’t blame us for being impolite, Holy Master," one Holy Court Elite swallowed an elixir, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his waist, and gripped his sword hilt.

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