The Blackened Qin Yang Killed the Nether Phoenix a Hundred Thousand Times

The world suddenly became deathly silent.

The black lotus closed its petals, flames burning quietly within.

The Puppet Master returned to human form and stood where he was, like a statue.

Xun Mu, so aged he resembled a corpse, rested his head against a rock. He silently watched the scene before him and struggled to pull his mouth into a faint smile.

His lifespan was nearly exhausted, and his injuries were too severe. He no longer had much lifespan left to spend on recovering from his wounds.

But he had no regrets left.

The Nether Emperor, who had treated him as a chess piece yet looked down on that very piece, had truly stumbled this time.

If he wanted to revive again in the future, it probably would not be so easy.

Xun Mu raised a thumb at the black flaming lotus and said indistinctly.

"Zhang Zhengyi, I misjudged you before. You're a damn real man. If there's still a world after death, we'll meet over there. I'll set out the wine, and we'll bury our grudges in a single cup."

Before he could finish the sentence, Xun Mu was already too weak to continue. He collapsed onto the ground, bloody foam continuously spilling from his mouth. He was clearly breathing out more than he was breathing in.

Meanwhile, Qin Yang stood there like a machine without emotions, watching it all with an indifferent gaze.

It was completely an outcome where both sides suffered ruin.

Within the deathly silent surroundings, amid the crackling flames and Xun Mu's labored breaths and blood-flecked coughs, another sound began to emerge.

"Thump... thump..."

The sound of a heartbeat began faintly, then slowly transformed into thunderous roars that shook heaven and earth.

The Puppet Master, who had been standing motionlessly in a daze, turned to