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"I trust him, no matter what he does, I believe in him."
I spoke calmly, enduring the pain in my neck, enunciating each syllable clearly. Because it was Jun Chong, even if I had doubts, I chose to believe.
Although Jun Chong was gentle with me, he rarely showed such expressions in front of others. That fleeting warmth caught the attention of the King of the Underworld. Suddenly, his grip tightened around my neck, and I felt a sharp stab of pain. My breath was constricted, and warm liquid flowed down my neck, bringing not just pain but a sense of dread.
"Anxin, you will pay for your foolishness today."
"You needn't worry; I will bear the consequences with her." Jun Chong took over, his expression returning to its cold demeanor, his eyes resolute. "So let her go."
"Jun Chong, in this game, she is not innocent. Your choice back then sealed this outcome. I believe killing her is also Su Yi's wish."
"But Su Yi is already dead. Even if Anxin dies, Su Yi will not come back."
"She can't return, but making you suffer is enough."
"You dare!"
Jun Chong gritted his teeth, extending his hand as his sword materialized. He gripped it tightly with one hand, ready for action. At his movement, the reapers behind him entered battle mode, especially the Grim Reaper in Purple.
The King of the Underworld smiled slightly and suddenly leaned toward me. "Anxin, do you want to save Jun Jun and Molin?"
"Of course."
That was beyond doubt.
"Anxin, do you remember what I said? I want you to witness the people around you die because of you. I also want Jun Chong to kill you with his own hands, so you can experience the pain of losing something that is within reach. And today, all of this will come true."
A surge of black Malice erupted from the left brow, swirling around me. In the dimness, I seemed to see a dark figure clinging to Jun Rui's back. The chilling fear intensified, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. The strength drained from me, and standing was merely a facade; without the grip of the King of the Underworld, I would surely collapse.
The King of the Underworld's eyes were red on the left and black on the right, a cruel smile curling at his lips. With a forceful motion, he leaped into the air and instantly arrived outside the Underworld Palace. There, in the square, stood a massive stone statue engulfed in raging flames, steadily climbing higher. At the top, Jun Jun and Molin were bound, their robes billowing in the wind as they stared ahead without uttering a word.
Lianchi struggled beneath the statue to extinguish the flames. Several attempts to rush upward were thwarted by the fire, leaving him in a desperate state within moments.
It was my first time witnessing what was known as Hellfire, and I was filled with astonishment.
Hellfire consisted of three colors. The outermost layer was red, resembling blood; it was this red flame that repeatedly thwarted Lianchi's efforts to advance.
The second layer was black, identical to the flames frequently wielded by Jun Chong. I recalled that this type of fire could burn anything effortlessly, but I wasn't sure if it was indeed Hellfire.
The innermost layer was the most powerful and pure white in color. Wherever it spread, everything vanished instantly, leaving no trace behind.
Yet the stone statue remained upright at that height as the three-colored flames rose gradually. No one dared approach except for Lianchi; even some of the red flames that he deflected fell upon passing black-and-white reapers, instantly turning them to ashes.
"Do you know why the innermost color is white?"
The King of the Underworld suddenly offered an explanation. I pressed my lips together, unwilling to know, but he continued speaking regardless. "Because white represents something that never existed. It was with this layer of fire that I burned Su Yi's body."
A chill ran through me; I didn't fully understand how deeply the King loved Su Yi, but it astonished me that he had used this fire to incinerate her body.
"Non-existence means there will be no memories." The King’s voice brushed against my ear as he spoke softly. "I want to forget her so much. But I can't."
His low sigh carried an immense weight. In that moment, I seemed to see the darkness surrounding him gradually fade away. He stood beneath a withered tree in pure white garments, a gentle breeze lifting his hair and clothing, brushing against his cheeks but failing to penetrate his heart.
He looked up at the pure blue sky, a hint of melancholy tugging at the corners of his mouth, his solitary figure exuding an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
"So, as her daughter, Jun Jun, I will destroy everything along with you." After a moment of shock, the chilling coldness emanating from the King of Hell suddenly surged forth. "Only when you are all dead can I completely forget her and find true liberation."
"Even if everyone dies, as long as your heart remains alive, you won't find liberation."
"How would anyone know without trying?"
Jun Rui flicked his hand, sending a beam of black light hurtling toward Molin. Suddenly, Molin plummeted, his arms and legs stretched out straight, his body stiffened as if immobilized, losing all ability to resist.
"Molin!"
I screamed in horror as I watched Molin's body nearing the white flames. Out of nowhere, a swift Red Figure darted in from the distance, racing toward Molin. The crimson beast let out a piercing scream that formed a wave of light, propelling Molin's body back upward.
At the same time, Shizui infiltrated from another direction, wielding the pitch-black Death God's Scythe. With one powerful swing, he cleaved through Lianchi's seemingly impenetrable Hellfire, creating a path wide enough for an arm.
Draped in a pure black robe with long flowing hems, golden embroidery shimmered against the darkness like a glimmer of light in the night, illuminating the surroundings.
Ink Black hair billowed in the wind, creating ripples alongside the long robe. The imposing presence radiating from him was more formidable than the towering black Death God's Scythe, adorned with golden gems embedded in the handle that sparkled and reflected on Shizui's face, solemn and chilling.
The sheer dominance he exuded on the battlefield with just one strike was enough to intimidate all the spirits present, including me.
It was my first time witnessing Shizui in action and feeling the immense power of the First Rakshasa. It became clear why he had been absent for so long and why no other reaper could take his place. Even though Qin Ling had been formidable back then, there remained a significant gap compared to him.
The reputation of the First Rakshasa was irreplaceable.
Yet, Hellfire did not vanish with that strike; it continued unabated.
The King of the Underworld did not seem angry despite the disturbance. Instead, he released his grip on my neck and pointed my hand towards Molin, who was flying upwards. Suddenly, I felt a surge of warmth flowing from my arm, gathering at my fingertips, a sensation brimming with potential energy.
“Anxin, remember! Molin died because of you!”
As the King’s words fell, I felt that wave of heat burst forth from my fingers, shooting towards Molin, who had just stabilized himself. It was so swift that even Shizui, despite his quick reflexes, was a moment too late to intervene.
Molin ’s dark figure plummeted once again like an injured bird. At this moment, even if Shizui attacked again, the Death God's Scythe could not unleash its previous power. He could only watch helplessly as Molin was engulfed by white flames, while the Red Beast, who had previously saved Molin, had long since vanished into the Hellfire.
“No—”
A scream pierced the air, and the pain in my heart was beyond words. Something I had fought so hard to reclaim was snatched away once more, and in such a merciless manner. Who could accept this calmly?
Was Jian Rou’s life not a life? Was Molin ’s life not a life? Why must there be such cruel slaughter? Why must they be reduced to mere sacrifices?
Unwillingness, resentment, pain, and heartache intertwined within me, refusing to dissipate.
The shock that surged in my chest transformed into an increasingly intense heat.
“Anxin, how does it feel to kill your own friend with your own hands? Are you happy?”
The King suddenly became gentle, but the chill emanating from him did not fade; instead, it intensified. Over there in the battle, Jun Chong shook his head slightly at me, urging me to endure. I pressed my lips together in silence, while the King chuckled softly. He lowered one hand and placed both hands on my arms, resting on my wrists.
Instantly, Jun Chong’s expression changed. He stepped forward with his sword but was once again blocked from advancing. The Purple Robed Guardian held considerable power; even if they could not defeat Jun Chong, they could delay him for a time.
“Jun Rui, don’t force me.”
“Brother, you know that what I love most is to push you. I succeeded before, and I will succeed again.”
The King of the Underworld smiled faintly, his expression kind, but the hand gripping my wrist suddenly tightened. I felt my wrist loosen, and when I looked down, I saw the Mystic Spirit Bracelet and Phantom Spirit Pearl shatter, falling to the ground and turning to dust with a gust of wind.
At the same time, I felt a searing heat rising and falling within me, pressing against my chest, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. A piercing pain began to spread, and every muscle in my body trembled visibly. A red substance writhed along my veins like tiny red worms, twisting back and forth.
"What... what is happening to me?"
The King of the Underworld released me, and I collapsed to the ground like a bundle of cotton. The internal heat threatened to consume me; it was neither simply itching nor just pain. It was a burning sensation that pierced through my entire body while feeling chillingly cold at the same time. Each sensation collided violently within me, like a frightened animal desperately searching for an escape.
"The blood of the King of the Underworld cannot be easily resolved. Although we combined our powers, it is ultimately mine. As long as I remain the King, certain things are under my control. He used the Mystic Spirit Bracelet and Phantom Spirit Pearl to protect you; once you lose these two items, you will eventually go mad."
The King's laughter echoed through the air as Jun Chong swung his sword fiercely.
The King of the Underworld's expression turned cold; he spread his hands, and Hellfire seemed to come alive under his control, surrounding Jun Chong. Shizui returned just in time as the King struck again, sending him flying.
The thick darkness resembled the night sky of the Underworld, heavy and devoid of light. The King was enveloped in that darkness, and the shadow behind him expanded further, nearly consuming him entirely.
"Is this how it ends?"
Someone sighed softly, their voice light yet resonating in everyone's ears with a hint of amusement. I turned to look; there stood a figure in white robes, untainted by dust, observing everything without any intention of intervening.
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