For someone like Zheng Fanyi,
death, though it symbolized the end of all things and deserved reverence,
would certainly not make him fear it to the utmost.
At least,
most of the time,
he definitely did not lack the courage to face death head-on.
If he truly feared death, he could never have grown to his current realm, much less dared to challenge Ling Wuyuan, who was at the height of his power!!
But—
if he regarded death itself only with reverence,
then he held genuine fear toward such an ugly way of dying.
He simply could not accept entering death in this manner!!
It would be a desecration of all the efforts of his life!!
Thus,
at this moment, he deeply regretted why, while repairing Broken Arrow, he had suddenly decided to test out the new technique he had just acquired. If he had not foolishly courted death with his own hands, he would never have fallen to such a state.
For a cultivator, dying so miserably and aggrievedly was practically the most vicious and revolting nightmare imaginable!!
In the end,
left with no choice,
Zheng Fanyi could only risk his life in one desperate gamble, resolutely using certain forbidden techniques that he would never willingly employ unless driven to the brink.
Before even risking his life against an enemy,
he had to risk it against his own weapon instead. The mere thought of such a laughable situation, one that could make others die laughing,
made his chest feel utterly stifled.
Not long afterward,
roughly an hour later,
on that deserted island where Zheng Fanyi's lair was hidden,
suddenly,
as an extremely conspicuous flash of light streaked past without warning,
then,
the next moment,
there was no further commotion.
That sizable deserted island vanished without a trace in an