A man’s death is like a lamp going out.
This saying is not in the least bit true. At this moment when Han Qianqian’s breakout was declared a failure, his defence was completely destroyed by the black wind and his attack was completely stalled because it was blocked.
Internal worries and external problems.
The wind inside the black pillar was far stronger than Han Qianqian thought it was, even thousands of times stronger.
With his personal ability, at least at the moment, he was indeed unable to achieve complete solidity in attack and defence, and naturally, he had no ability or means to challenge this immensely strong black pillar.
He reluctantly shrank, the golden-black Qi in his body making its last stand, and the Five Shapes Divine Stone was doing its best to repair his body, although the repair was a mere drop in the bucket compared to the wounds he had sustained.
Is he going to die?
Han Qianqian’s consciousness was fading, his energy was shrinking, and even his pupils were beginning to lapse.
Everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion.
The wind, it seemed, had diminished.
Perhaps it was because it sensed that the people it was attacking were beginning to die, and it no longer became so wild and bloodthirsty, nor so arrogant and domineering, like a death song gently sung by the god of death after wielding a hook and scythe.
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“Hmm.”
Seeing the black pillar begin to weaken somewhat, Ye Shijun’s eyes revealed confidence and also a kind of excitement that could not be described in words.
New feuds and old hatreds, body and father feuds, as well as all kinds of envy, jealousy, converged at this moment and dissipated with Han Qianqian’s imminent death.
At last, his revenge had been avenged, and he could finally step on Han Qianqian’s body and proclaim to the world that the old king was dead and a new one would be established.
“Han Qianqian, I want you to remember that I, my name is, Ye Shijun!”
He roared furiously, almost all his emotions melting into this furious roar.
He was venting, and telling the world that he, Ye Shijun, was the true supreme king.
“Ye …… Duke Ye has won!”
Above the ground, Zhu Yanshuo was also the first to reflect, as he directly clenched his right hand into a fist and raised his arm.
The great revenge of breaking into the city lord’s mansion was avenged, and most importantly, once with the death of Han Qianqian, the matter of her own sister and her friend changing their faces would also be officially buried in the dust of history.
From this moment on, her sister had truly entered a new life.
“Beautiful!” Fu Tian was equally excited.
To him, Han Qianqian was an existence that undermined his authority, an existence that challenged his position as the head of the Fu family, and an existence that had brought his family down from its lofty heights to its present state.
He wanted Han Qianqian to be killed by a thousand cuts, so that he could satisfy the knot in his heart.
If it were not for the presence of this villain, how could Su Yingxia have disobeyed the Fu family’s words and his arrangements? And if it were not for Su Yingxia’s rebellion, how could his family have been reduced to this state?
How could he not feel relieved that this son, who had fought against him at every turn, had died at the hands of another today?
The four great masters were also excited, after all, they had fought two battles against Han 3,000, and their prestige, which had been so high, had almost fallen to the bottom.
The removal of a great scourge was naturally a beautiful thing for them all.
Only Zhu Yan’er, who was in the middle of the field, was first slightly stunned, as if it was difficult to accept the situation that Han Qianqian had been defeated, after all, in Zhu Yan’er’s heart, there was hatred for Han Qianqian, but the root of the hatred came from fondness.
But how could one not feel shocked and regretful when it happened that such a person, whom one had first liked and who was still so powerful, was now dead in front of one’s own eyes?
But this emotion, only lasted for less than a moment.
What came instead was Zhu Yan’er’s expectation and fondness that was full of love as she looked up to Ye Shijun above the sky.
Yes, Han Qianqian’s defeat was certainly hard to accept, but on the other hand, it was because it was so hard to accept that it reflected just how capable Ye Shijun really was.
He could do things that no one else could do, and he could defeat the God of Heaven who had slaughtered the Demon Cloud Ghost City, didn’t this mean that Ye Shijun’s skills were even stronger than Han Qianqian’s?
And such a man is the one who likes himself, isn’t that something to be happy about?
Thinking of this, Zhu Yan’er’s eyes were filled with love when she looked at Ye Shijun.
Only, is Han Qianqian really dead again? Or rather, completely defeated?
In the black wind, Han Qianqian’s fingers suddenly moved ……