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Looking at Wang Shuiqun's pitch-black index finger, Aotian's expression turned extremely grim.
Although this dark finger did not exude any shocking aura, the air around it melted away upon contact. This made Aotian realize that there must be a lethal poison contained within Wang Shuiqun's finger. In fact, this poison could potentially reduce a person to nothing but flesh and blood.
"Kekeke, Aotian, this Poison Spirit Finger is a very special martial art, one that I can only execute after gathering countless toxins. To die under this Poison Spirit Finger would indeed be your fortune," Wang Shuiqun said with a chilling smile.
Aotian was clearly aware of the extraordinary nature of the Poison Spirit Finger, but expecting this defiant individual to surrender was obviously impossible.
"Make your move; let me see if this Poison Spirit Finger is just a name without substance!"
"You will regret it!"
Wang Shuiqun coldly replied, then suddenly thrust his finger sharply towards Aotian's chest.
The speed of the poisonous finger appeared extremely swift in Aotian's eyes, but he understood the terror of the poison and would not foolishly choose to take it head-on.
Aotian forcefully pushed off the ground with his foot, propelling himself backward as explosive sounds echoed from his feet striking the air.
"Kid, you can't match my speed, so just die obediently!"
Wang Shuiqun sneered and then increased his speed dramatically, reaching Aotian in the blink of an eye, his dark poisonous finger aimed directly at Aotian's heart.
Snow Qincheng, Xiao Ya, and the Xiao Brothers all changed their expressions drastically. Just as they were about to rush in to save Aotian, they were completely blocked by Qiu Mingjie and others.
"Get out of the way!" Snow Qincheng's beautiful eyes slowly gathered a fierce aura; at that moment, this stunning woman seemed to transform into a vengeful spirit ready to claim lives.
Feng Moyang chuckled lightly.
"Beauty, there's no need to rush. Once that kid is dead, I and Qiu Mingjie will step aside. But for now, heh heh, you might as well stay here!"
"Feng Moyang, if anything happens to Aotian, I will make sure not a single member of the Wind Family is left!" Snow Qincheng shouted angrily.
Seeing Snow Qincheng's expression, Feng Moyang couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. It was clear that Snow Qincheng cared deeply for Aotian; otherwise, someone as cold as her wouldn't easily lose her temper, let alone threaten to wipe out an entire family for a man.
"Snow Qincheng, no matter what, you won't be able to interfere in that fight today!"
"Then just try me!"
As she spoke, Snow Qincheng drew her Crystal Sword and fiercely slashed at Feng Moyang. Instantly, a chilling sword aura swept through the air, causing cracks to form on the once pristine ground from the icy energy released by the sword.
"Hmph, Qiu Mingjie, let's go!"
Seeing Snow Qincheng make her move, Feng Moyang and Qiu Mingjie joined forces without fear of the enraged Snow Qincheng.
"Kid, die!"
At that moment, Wang Shuiqun shouted furiously. He then thrust his poisoned finger directly at Aotian's chest. Just as it seemed Aotian would be struck by the poison, a scream caused Wang Shuiqun to pause slightly, allowing Aotian to evade the attack.
Wiping the cold sweat from his face, Aotian's eyes were filled with lingering fear. He understood that he had just stepped into the gates of hell; if it hadn't been for that sudden scream distracting Wang Shuiqun, he would likely be having tea with the King of Hell right now.
Everyone's gaze shifted toward the source of the scream. Especially Wang Shuiqun; his heart was filled with rage. If it weren't for that scream breaking his concentration, Aotian would probably have already met his end.
Not far away, Shangguan Jin was kneeling on the ground covered in blood, and a Rogue's long sword had pierced through his shoulder.
Shangguan Jin tightly gripped the long sword with one hand, disbelief evident in his eyes.
"You... you actually killed me?"
Rogue's eyes were filled with bloodshot fury, turning a terrifying shade of red.
"You treacherous scum, how dare you betray me? I will crush you to pieces!"
With that, Rogue drew the long sword, and in an instant, a spray of blood erupted from the sword's tip. Before Shangguan Jin could react, Rogue thrust the sword fiercely into Shangguan Jin's chest.
"Shh."
The tip of the sword pierced through Shangguan Jin's back, staining the white blade a deep crimson, creating a scene that was gruesome and horrifying.
"Ah, you bastard! How dare you harm my people? You truly have the audacity of a lion!"
Feng Moyang's furious voice echoed. Immediately, a fierce gust of wind surged towards Rogue's vital points.
"Hmph, Feng Moyang, did you ask for my permission before harming someone in front of me?"
Snow Qincheng let out a cold snort, and then an icy sword aura shattered Feng Moyang's attack aimed at Rogue.
"You..."
Looking at the expressionless Snow Qincheng, Feng Moyang felt his blood boiling and nearly spat it out in anger.
Revenge, Snow Qincheng, this is **naked revenge**!
However, Feng Moyang had no way out. Only by teaming up with Qiu Mingjie could they barely maintain an undefeated stance against Snow Qincheng. If he were to go rescue Shangguan Jin alone, he would likely be completely defeated by Snow Qincheng's sword in no time.
Thus, Feng Moyang could only watch helplessly as Rogue continued to stab Shangguan Jin with one sword strike after another, unable to make any move himself. This left Feng Moyang feeling so frustrated that he nearly fainted.
"Y-you... Rogue, I... I know... this time I was wrong... just let me use my life... to repay the mistakes I've made!" Shangguan Jin stammered.
Immediately after, he forcefully drove the sword that Rogue had plunged into his chest deeper into his body. Blood gushed forth like a fountain, splattering onto Rogue's face. Rogue stared blankly at the fallen Shangguan Jin.
"No..."
A voice like the lament of a cuckoo emerged from Rogue's throat, and two streams of blood tears slowly flowed from his eyes.
Some people only learn to cherish after death, but once someone is gone, they are forever lost. No matter how much you regret, time cannot be reversed.
The death of Shangguan Jin struck a heavy blow to Rogue's heart. It was only after Shangguan Jin truly died that Rogue realized he still deeply loved him.
Rogue slowly lifted his head and looked at Xiao Ya, saying:
"Xiao Ya, we have fought for half our lives. Although I don't want to admit it, I must acknowledge that in the end, you won. I hope that when you return to Desolate City, you won't wipe out the Breaking Army Adventure Team, and spare my son a chance at life!"
Saying this, without waiting for Xiao Ya to respond, he pulled out the long sword and murmured:
"Jin, you must be very lonely on your journey, right? Don't be afraid, I'm here to accompany you now..."
As the words fell, Rogue gathered all his Mystical Energy, channeling it into his longsword. In an instant, he plunged it fiercely into his own heart.
"Thud."
The power within Rogue gradually dissipated as he collapsed onto Shangguan Jin's corpse, blood gushing out like a flowing river. Yet, no one noticed that the blood of Rogue and Shangguan Jin slowly and eerily merged together, and the corpse on the throne in the main hall slightly twitched its fingers...
Looking at the two who had fought against each other for half a lifetime but now lay lifeless, Xiao Ya couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow:
"The ruler of Desolate City has fallen in such a manner; how tragic! How lamentable!"
Beside him, Aotian also sighed softly and said, "I didn't expect this Rogue to be such a romantic..."
"Kekeke, kid, you're in no position to care about others when you can't even save yourself. Truly absurd!"
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