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Yama's Wedding
The soldiers brought by Mo Yi were so frightened by the scene before them that they could barely stand. Mo Qi's face had also turned pale, but compared to those soldiers, Mo Yi appeared remarkably calm.
"Ha ha, are you scared too? I thought you only knew how to kill. When you slaughtered so many people at the Bandit Hideout, not even sparing the children, did you ever think that one day we might come back as vengeful spirits to haunt you?" Jun Ruo looked at the faces before him, these people showed no sympathy for the old, weak, women, and children they had once faced; they had acted ruthlessly. Jun Ruo could still hear the wails of those who were burned alive at the Bandit Hideout. The mastermind behind all this stood right in front of him.
At that moment, Jun Ruo resembled a vengeful spirit demanding retribution, leaving the soldiers paralyzed with fear. Deep down, they harbored a sense of guilt towards those who had perished in the Bandit Hideout.
"Xiao Junru, you don't need to be like this. Everything regarding your situation was planned by me," Mo Yi said, observing Jun Ruo's demeanor.
"Mo Yi, how kind of you," Jun Ruo replied bitterly. Mo Yi's words seemed directed at the soldiers, yet he was particularly cruel to himself. They should have been the closest people in this world, shouldn't they? This way, he had nothing left to hold back.
"Young Master Xue, Madam, please step aside," Jun Ruo turned to Yao Guang and Xue.
Xue shook his head, indicating that there was no need to leave; he wanted to see how things would unfold. Yao Guang kindly watched Jun Ruo and retreated to a distance. At this moment, Jun Ruo felt grateful for both Xue and Yao Guang's presence. From what he had just witnessed, Yao Guang realized that this Mo Yi must have had a past with Jun Ruo and seemed to have deceived him and caused his death. Yao Guang had previously thought Xiao Yao Hao was already quite bad; however, compared to Mo Yi, Xiao Yao Hao seemed relatively more principled.
Seeing that the two were unwilling to leave, Jun Ruo thought for a moment; with Xue's abilities, he would surely be able to retreat safely. With that reassurance in mind, Jun Ruo prepared himself for the battle ahead.
Jun Ruo drew his sword first. In a duel between masters, whoever struck first would lose; however, at this moment, Jun Ruo could not afford such considerations. He could only win this fight—losing was not an option. As his sword was drawn, Yao Guang could only feel the chilling aura of the blade filling the air with a sense of desolation and murderous intent.
Mo Yi drew his sword in response, his gaze never leaving Jun Ruo's hands. He focused intently on every movement of Jun Ruo's body.
At that moment, Jun Ruo seemed transformed; his haggard face radiated a dazzling brilliance! He knew this would be his final battle.
Mo Yi swung his sword with the wind behind it, a dark cold light aimed directly at Jun Ruo's throat. Before the blade even reached him, the icy sword energy shattered the air in front of Jun Ruo!
"Jun Ruo, watch out!" Yao Guang exclaimed in alarm, unable to restrain himself from warning Jun Ruo.
Jun Ruo's eyes sparkled with determination as he swiftly stepped back a few paces until his back pressed against a pillar. What a formidable opponent Mo Yi was; he relentlessly pressed forward without giving him any chance to retreat.
Mo Yi's iron sword had transformed with a change in technique, piercing straight out. At this moment, Jun Ruo had nowhere to retreat; her body suddenly slid up along the pillar. As soon as Mo Yi saw Jun Ruo vanish from sight, he let out a long howl and soared into the air, his sword aura transforming into a streak of white light, rushing towards Jun Ruo.
"Xue, do you think Jun Ruo will win?" Yao Guang watched their duel, knowing deep down that Jun Ruo was at a disadvantage. Her steps were already in disarray; she lacked the calmness that Mo Yi displayed. In this contest, Jun Ruo was clearly flustered.
"Yao Guang, you know." As the former Star Lord Yao Guang, how could he fail to see the situation? Xue understood that Yao Guang was unwilling to believe that Jun Ruo would lose.
Mo Yi's oppressive sword aura scattered the red cloths originally meant for the wedding, sending them fluttering everywhere.
Jun Ruo's arms shook as she evaded Mo Yi's sword aura, her figure weaving through the red cloths in an attempt to confuse Mo Yi's vision.
Mo Yi's sword howled continuously as he executed a mid-air flip; the long sword in his hand suddenly transformed into countless shadows of light, raining down upon Jun Ruo.
The might of this strike was enough to shatter one's soul!
Within a radius of three meters around Jun Ruo, she found herself enveloped by the sword aura. No matter which direction she tried to dodge, it seemed impossible to escape.
With a loud shout, Jun Ruo could only raise her own sword to meet the sharp sword aura head-on.
There was a clang as sparks flew. The sword in Jun Ruo's hand met Mo Yi's blade directly.
In that instant, all the sword aura suddenly vanished without a trace, and the drifting red cloth fell like autumn leaves, enveloping both of them. To everyone watching, there was only a sea of red; the figures of the two had disappeared within it.
Inwardly, Jun Ruo realized she had lost! She was too weak to even lift her sword now; this time, she had truly lost utterly.
When everything settled and dust fell to the ground, onlookers saw both of them standing together.
Mo Yi stood there with his sword still in hand, pointing directly at Jun Ruo.
Jun Ruo also stood there, but her sword was no longer in her grasp; it lay at her feet with its blade broken!
Jun Ruo quietly gazed at Mo Yi, who also looked back at her. Both of them wore expressions devoid of any emotion.
Yet deep down, they both understood that in this contest, Jun Ruo had lost.
At this moment, even if Jun Ruo were to strike again, she could not change the fact that she had been defeated.
Jun Ruo's hand slowly fell to her side. The last fragment of red cloth had dropped, and the surroundings returned to silence, the tense atmosphere that had filled the air now dissipated.
"I lost." Those three short words seemed to drain all of Jun Ruo's strength.
"Xiao Junru, you will never win against me in this lifetime." A smug expression was written all over Mo Yi's face.
"I have nothing left to lose to you. This time, it is our final farewell. From now on, how you live your life will no longer concern me." Jun Ruo's body began to fade slowly, just like the villagers of Bandit Hideout, gradually dissipating into the ground.
Jun Ruo had never felt her body so light. Even when she had died and her soul remained, she had felt a bit heavy. But now, with seemingly nothing left, she felt this lightness and was filled with joy.
"Quick, surround her!" Mo Jian commanded as he observed Jun Ruo's slowly transparent form without a hint of surprise. He simply instructed those around him to use a golden-threaded net to tightly encircle Jun Ruo.
Radiance watched the sudden turn of events in shock, unable to close his mouth. (To be continued.)
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