The Final Victor!

Liu Qing carefully examined the traces in the forest, cautiously traversing the woods, each step feeling exceptionally heavy.

The jungle was filled with all sorts of unknown sounds, and every rustle of wind made him tense. Liu Qing constantly reminded himself to stay calm, listening intently for any possible clues.

He made some simple markers in case he got lost, and also hoped that these markers would guide Ya Ya to him, if she was still alive.

Time seemed to slow down dramatically, each minute and second appearing stretched out.

Two days have passed.

Liu Qing encountered countless people and ended up covered in wounds, but he still stubbornly survived.

He even turned the tables and killed those who wanted to kill him.

Liu Qing's wounds multiplied, but his will grew stronger.

The training he received within the Lineage allowed him to quickly adapt to the rhythm of combat!

He kept recalling the moments he spent with Ya Ya, and those heartwarming scenes became his motivation to move forward.

Finally, at dusk on the third day, Liu Qing discovered the anomaly in a relatively open area.

There were some pieces of clothing scattered on the ground, along with a few drops of undried blood.

His heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding washed over him. He quickened his pace, following the trail of blood.

Soon after, he arrived at a hidden cave. The entrance was almost invisible, hidden by vines and branches, but Liu Qing could still see a faint light coming from inside through the tiny gaps.

He held his breath and slowly approached the cave entrance, afraid of disturbing anything inside.

When he finally mustered the courage to step into the cave, the sight before him almost suffocated him.

Ya Ya lay quietly in a corner of the cave, her face as pale as paper, her eyes closed, and her body covered in wounds. Beside her stood the man who had once been unconscious in front of Liu Qing, now looking down at everything with the air of a victor.

"Oh? Another little brat? You know this little girl?" The man's voice was playful, and he looked at Liu Qing with a mocking expression.

Liu Qing's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, a mixture of anger and grief causing him to almost lose his mind.

He suddenly charged at the man, and the two instantly began to wrestle.

Although he has grown a lot in the past two days.

But the other person was burly, almost twice the size of Liu Qing!

Meanwhile, the long escape and exhaustion greatly weakened Liu Qing's strength, and he quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

"Why... why did you kill her?" Liu Qing's voice trembled, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

The man sneered and replied, "On this island, only the strong survive. Your sister is nothing but weakling. In the end, only one person can live. Why wouldn't I kill her?"

These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into Liu Qing's heart.

"I should have killed you when you collapsed in front of me!"

He angrily thrust out the dagger and swung it.

"Oh? That's a pity. Who told you not to kill me?" The man's face was full of mockery.

Liu Qing's dagger arced through the air, but the man easily blocked it with his strong arm, even using the force to push Liu Qing heavily to the ground.

Pain and anger intertwined, almost overwhelming him, but in this life-or-death moment, an unprecedented power quietly awakened within him.

That was a hidden power passed down through his Lineage, which was deliberately suppressed to prevent it from being exposed.

However, in dire straits, this power seemed to sense its master's crisis, surged on its own, and broke free from its restraints.

Liu Qing felt his blood surging, and a warm current rose from his Dantian, quickly flowing through his limbs and bones.

His gaze instantly sharpened, as if he could see through all illusions.

Liu Qing looked at himself in surprise, and suddenly remembered that his Lineage's genealogy said that his family was no ordinary family, but that Descendant of Immortals, and had just declined!

Is this the power of immortals?

Liu Qing gripped the dagger tightly.

When he stood up again, he was no longer the disheveled boy, but had transformed into a vengeful God of War.

"Do you think I really can't do anything to you?" Liu Qing's voice was deep and powerful, every word carrying an undeniable authority.

He moved with lightning speed, appearing before the man as if by ghost, his speed leaving the man utterly astonished.

Just as the man was about to retaliate, Liu Qing flipped his palm, and a surge of powerful Spiritual Power erupted, forming a dazzling light that struck him directly in the chest.

This strike, imbued with all of Liu Qing's anger and resentment, was far more powerful than he had imagined.

With a loud "bang," the man was sent flying backward like a boulder struck by a heavy hammer, crashing heavily against the cave wall before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

Liu Qing stood there, still catching his breath, looking at the corpse of the man who had been killed in an instant, feeling that his great revenge had been achieved.

Even so, it was impossible to save Ya Ya's life.

Liu Qing knelt beside Ya Ya, tears silently streaming down his face.

He gently stroked his sister's face, trying to find a trace of warmth in her cold skin.

However, it was all too late.

At that moment, Liu Qing felt an unprecedented loneliness and despair. He had lost all his relatives and his last shred of attachment to this world.

But he knew he couldn't give up like that.

Although Ya Ya has left this world, her innocence and kindness will forever remain in Liu Qing's heart.

He secretly vowed that no matter how difficult the future might be, he would live on, for Ya Ya's sake.

Liu Qing buried his beloved younger sister.

He picked up his sister's dagger and stepped into the forest with a determined look in his eyes.

He wants revenge!

The hatred of one's parents.

At the same time, we need to find out who put them on this island to play this cruel game!

As time went on, the number of corpses on the island increased, and fewer and fewer people survived.

Liu Qing relied on his explosive power!

The dawn of victory is drawing ever closer.

But he knew all too well that the price of this victory would be heavy, the loss of countless lives and the breaking of countless hearts.

Finally, on a dark and windy night, Liu Qing stood at the highest point of the isolated island, looking down at his only remaining opponent.

A stranger, also covered in wounds and with vacant eyes, turned out to be a cultivator!

Their battle was silent, filled only with the gleam of daggers and the sparks of life.

After a fierce struggle, Liu Qing used his last bit of strength to plunge the dagger into his opponent's chest.

He won, but he also lost.

He lost all his loved ones; he became the sole "king" on this isolated island, yet also the loneliest and most sorrowful soul on it.

He looked around at everything, his heart filled with endless emptiness.

He realized that although he had survived, he could never escape the shadow and pain that the isolated island had brought him.

But he had another goal; he looked at the sky, waiting for the Dark Shadow from the beginning to appear.

But suddenly...

A black hole appeared in the sky and instantly sucked him in!