The top of Kunlun.
The wind was blowing, rolling up the snow and wind in the sky.
After the great battle that had just ended, the whole heaven and earth, had fallen silent.
The Kunlun Mountain Range, had stopped trembling.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, was collapsed in a pool of blood.
With a violent cough, a mouthful of fresh blood was spat out uncontrollably.
His breath was concealed and his expression was dark.
The appearance of being down and out, as if he was a castaway on earth.
And in front of him, Chu Qi Tian stood tall.
He looked down at Ye Fan at his feet, like a monarch on the throne, looking down at his defeated men.
That touch of pride and arrogance was, however, unspeakable!
“Hahahaha…
“Chu Tianfan, how is it?”
“I have long said that this Demonfather is invincible under the heavens.”
“Unless your ancestor Chu Yunyang reappears, otherwise, who in this world can stop me?”
“Just by you?”
“In my eyes, you have been nothing more than a clown since the beginning.”
“Only to kneel and submit!”
“I don’t know who gave you the courage to desecrate my majesty?”
“If you had stayed on your back, perhaps you could have saved your life.”
“But you, who do not know how to live and die, must come to the top of Kunlun and covet the gods.”
“You are a mere mortal, and you dare presume to compete with the gods.”
“Truly, you are delusional!”
The foreign devil laughed wantonly, and the rolling laughter was a testament to his openness and elation at the moment.
After all, after wasting so much effort, he had finally defeated Ye Fan.
People would always be excited and give delight at what they had obtained after going through a lot of hardship.
Even if it was a foreign devil, naturally it was no exception.
It had to be said that the previous battle had caused a huge drain, even for the foreign devil.
His body, too, was nearly depleted of power.
The feeling of weakness in his body made him feel short of breath just from standing here.
But fortunately, he was the one who had the last laugh.
Even if it was a disastrous victory, it was still a victory for him, the Other Devil!
“Chu Tianfan, take one last look at this heaven and earth.”
“After today, you will never see it again.”
After a short rest, the Other Demon had undoubtedly regained some of his strength.
He didn’t waste any more time.
He had to, in haste, kill Ye Fan.
Then, after recuperating, he would continue to climb the Heavenly Immortal Road.
As he spoke, the foreign devil had raised his palm.
With a wave of his long sleeves, the scales on his body, surprisingly, flew out a few pieces at any time.
Under the agitation of the foreign devil’s powerful qi, those blood-coloured scales, as if they were a flying sword, actually converged into a blood-coloured longsword in front of the foreign devil!
“It’s over, Chu Tianfan.”
The foreign devil laughed coldly.
Those few words were like a final sacrifice to Ye Fan.
And then, only a swishing sound was heard.
The blood-coloured longsword, cutting through the long whistle, headed towards Ye Fan’s head and cut it down angrily.
It looked like the foreign devil was ready to chop off Ye Fan’s head once and for all, directly.
“b*****d, stop it!”
Under Kunlun Mountain, Ye Qingtian and the others, their hearts burning with anger, shouted.
“Don’t!” In the land of India, Yue Yao and Noa and the others were filled with tears as they looked to the sky and sobbed.
“Brother Little Fan!!!” Beneath Yanjing City, Xu Lei’s heart was ashen as she sobbed with pity.
“Daddy, Daddy…”
“Don’t die, Little Lin doesn’t want you to die…”
At the old Chu family residence, Chu Lin howled and cried, wanting to run to Kunlun Mountain. But instead, he was hugged hard by Old Taijun Chu.
Old Mrs. Chu did not say anything, but the crystals in her old eyes showed how sad and desperate she was at this moment.
Sure enough, was it still a failure?
After all, is this still the result?
At this moment, the mountains and rivers were saddened and the grass and trees were mourning.
In the land of Jiangdong, countless people knelt on the ground, weeping with sorrow.
It was a failure.
That man, that man who fought against the foreign devils for the sake of this world, had lost after all.
Hoo~
The long sword whistled.
The blood-coloured sword aura had already cut out.
At this moment, Ye Fan was lying on the ground, watching that final attack, getting closer and closer.
At the last moment of his life, Ye Fan did not have fear, did not shed tears, and did not kneel down to beg for mercy.
His expression was still calm.
However, his heart was filled with regret.
Was he really defeated after all?
Although before coming, Ye Fan had, in his heart, guessed this ending long ago.
However, he was still unwilling to do so.
He had worked so hard, he had suffered so much.
But why, every time, the result was not as good as one would like?
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly felt so tired and exhausted.
It was as if, a man, his whole life, had been groping in the wilderness, marching forward.
The hardships and dangers, the wind, sand and thunder, never made him stop.
And now, at last, he stopped and sat down to rest.
But the moment he stopped, that unprecedented feeling of exhaustion came overwhelmingly.
It was as if the fatigue that had been building up all his life had burst out at this moment.
Really, he was too tired.
Death, on the contrary, had become a relief for him, a rest.
Instead, he longed for death.
What is there to fear in death?
It was just a long sleep.
After death, all the pain, sorrow and tiredness would be gone.
It was just as well that he could take a real rest.
Thinking like this, the shadow on Ye Fan’s body grew thicker and thicker.
He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and had accepted death.
At this moment, he was smiling, openly, waiting for the moment of death to come.
He had tried.
There was really nothing else to do.
When one gives up completely, one is completely sunk.
Just like Ye Fan now, calmly and openly, walking into that eternal night.
However, just as Ye Fan’s heart was ashen.
In his ears, he seemed to hear a few figures.
It was Wan’er’s voice, the only voice in this world that was so beautiful and melodious.
“Ye Fan, are you really going to give up?”
“You said that you would take me to my brother.”
“Are you going to break your word?”
Beside his ears, came Duanmu Wan’er’s soft voice.
“Ye Fan!”
“I forbid you to die!”
“You must live well, you are not allowed to die before me!”
It was An Qi crying.
“Brat, you’re just going to give up?”
“From now on, don’t say you’re the son of the old man!”
“I, as a father, even despise you.”
“I, a descendant of the Chu family, will never resign myself to fate, even at the last moment!”
“Even if I die, I will die standing up!”
The memory of the blurred figure roared in anger at Ye Fan.
…..
At this moment, many figures suddenly swept before Ye Fan’s eyes.
There was the bawling Chu Lin, the red-faced and blood-curdling Tang Yun…
There was also Xiao Lei, Yue Yao, and Qiu Mu Orange who had left him.
….
After people die, I’m afraid that I will never see them again.
The moment he thought of this, Ye Fan’s heart, which had thought of giving up, was trembling.
No!
I can’t die!
I must not give up!
Even if I have to fight to the last moment, let me shed my last drop of blood.
And, he must win!
He has to live!
He still had to save the police, he still had to find Mu Orange, he still had to raise Xiao Lin, Tang Yun, Yue’er, Xiao Lei, and countless other people he cared for and loved.
Even for the sake of them, he, Ye Fan, must not fall!
Deep inside, a blazing fire blazed.
Under the tremendous spiritual power, Ye Fan, who was heavily wounded, opened his eyes openly.
Looking at the blood-coloured longsword that was right in front of him, Ye Fan’s gaze became incomparably determined and firm.
The originally depleted Dantian was once again operating wildly.
All of Ye Fan’s essence blood was transformed into Yuan Power that flowed throughout his body.
As he watched, Ye Fan’s originally depleted aura began to recover once again.
It was like a resurgence from the dead!
“This… This ….”
“Is it alive again?”
Seeing Ye Fan who stood up again, Aaron Karo and the others were confused.
But Ye Qingtian, who seemed to have seen something, shuddered violently, “This guy, he’s burning his essence blood…”
What?
“Burning essence blood? Isn’t he playing with his life?”
“Crazy people, they’re all crazy!” Aaron and the others shuddered and shouted wildly.
In the Chu Family’s old mansion, Old Taijun Chu, seeing Ye Fan who stood up again, those old eyes, too, were heartbroken, shedding two lines of blood tears.
How could he not see that.
The reason why Ye Fan, whose Yuan Power had long been depleted, was blossoming again was because he had performed a forbidden technique.
With his blood, he recast his power.
By burning his life span, he sought that moment of glory.
Her great-grandson, fighting for this world, with his life!