"Who are you? Li... Chunfeng!"
Huo Chongxu froze, his soul trembling as he stared at the youthful, handsome face in the air. For a moment, he was utterly bewildered, until he noticed traces of Li Chunfeng in the boy's features. He abruptly realized that the terrifying manifestation high in the sky was none other than Li Chunfeng, who had just sacrificed himself to atone for his sins!
The manifestation towered like a mountain.
Beside him, the endless ghostly shadows fell silent, their resentment utterly spent, and slowly faded into nothingness.
"Huo Chongxu, I said I would slay you today. If I'm dead, how could you possibly live!"
The two terrifying beams of pure radiance shooting from Li Chunfeng's eyes were like swords that cleaved the heavens. They plunged downward, sliced through the blazing flames, and split Huo Chongxu in two, sending him to the grave!
"Everyone, this old man will go on ahead. I leave these splendid mountains and rivers in your hands!"
Li Chunfeng spoke softly, then gradually faded away.
From that moment on, Li Chunfeng was no more.
"Senior!"
An icy wind howled, carrying Xiao Chen and his three companions away. Watching Li Chunfeng vanish, the four cried out mournfully, their eyes filled with grief.
At first sight, Li Chunfeng had seemed like a sinister specter, hardly someone who inspired affection.
Yet in their moment of crisis, Li Chunfeng had sacrificed himself to save them, descending like a heavenly god. Their debt to him weighed as heavily as a mountain.
To the innocent beings who had died horribly at his hands, Li Chunfeng was a specter of unforgivable evil. To the four companions, however, he had granted them life anew!
Li Chunfeng's death was like a stone cast into a river: a moment of ripples, followed by silence.