The Ten Spirits Gather, My King Returns!
The Red-haired Man's strength was too terrifying. Once Ye Xingchen was locked onto, there was only one outcome—death.
He could not withstand it, nor could he evade it.
However, just as he stood on the brink of death, Xiao Ziji suddenly stepped in front of him, unleashing all his energy and strength to construct a line of defense for him.
In truth, the distance between them had always been the shortest, born from the tacit understanding they had cultivated through their early years of training together.
Attack and defense.
They complemented each other, blazing with passion.
And when Xiao Ziji stood before him, the intense sense of danger rising within Ye Xingchen vanished. This meant the deadlock had been broken, but it also meant...
No one could contend against the power of Scorching Flames!
"Bang-----"
There was no time for Ye Xingchen to think further, because Xiang Yu's heroic soul punched him flying. As he escaped the dangerous zone of suppression, he watched with his own eyes as Xiao Ziji was swallowed by flames!
This was the most heart-wrenching thing of all!
"No!!"
The Night Emperor's heartrending roar echoed through the Shattering Void.
I am willing to use this broken body.
To bear the thunderous force of ten thousand bolts for you all.
These were the words Xiao Ziji had spoken before his death. He had said them when they first entered the Valley of Life and Death years ago, and he had put them into action before.
From the day he devoted himself to tempering his body, he had defined himself as a human shield. No matter the circumstances, no matter how dangerous it was, he would stand without hesitation at the very front for his fellow disciples.
Such was the fate