What Belongs to the Owner

"The Guanghan Palace--!"

Yun Jingheng threw the Moon Palace, and the powerful gravity instantly veered the Death Knight's charging trajectory.

His Soul Power surged wildly within him, and his torso bone Soul Skill was released instantly!

"The Attachment of the Full Moon!"

A soft, silvery moonlight burst forth from his body, instantly enveloping him. The moonlight flowed, seemingly carrying some mysterious healing power, which slightly relaxed his tense nerves. A Full Moon hung behind him.

At the same time, his fifth Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

"Nine Sword Heavenly Prison!"

The next second, nine enormous sword shadows tore through the night sky, falling like fallen stars. Each sword shadow exuded an extreme chill, with seven moon phase patterns flowing across its blade, shimmering with a cold light under the moonlight.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Nine sword shadows landed precisely around the Death Knight, instantly forming a massive sword prison that firmly trapped it within.

The Death Knight's movements abruptly halted, and the sword shadows within the Sword Prison began to release shockwaves at random intervals. Each shockwave slammed into the Death Knight's armor, producing a series of "bang" sounds.

It was forcibly controlled by the time freeze of the Nine Heavens Sword Prison. Although a single shockwave could only control it for 2 seconds, there were many shockwaves. Limit Douluo would be forcibly controlled if he went in!

"Go help the Teacher Wu and the others, I'll take care of things here!"

Ye Xinglan asked, "Will it work?"

Yun Jingheng didn't even turn his head. "I've got them pinned down, haven't I? Go help the teachers break through, and be careful!"

"Okay! Hang in there!"

Ye Xinglan and the others turned and ran, disappearing into the smoke of the battlefield in a few leaps.

Within the cage formed by nine sword shadows, the Death Knight struggled frantically, black mist constantly gushing out from the gaps in his armor, only to be repeatedly dispersed by the shockwaves shooting out from the sword prison.

The chill and the aura of death clashed and intertwined, producing a hissing sound that made one's teeth ache.

Yun Jingheng took a deep breath, and the Full Moon that had condensed behind him cast a clear glow, nourishing his nearly depleted meridians.

"Attachment of the Full Moon" continuously restores health and vitality under the night sky, but this recovery speed cannot keep up with the consumption.

The Nine Heavens Sword Prison was draining a large amount of his Soul Power every second, and the time it could maintain this sword prison was at most two or three minutes.

He glanced at the battlefield in the distance.

Wu Zhangkong was facing several black-robed Evil Soul Master head-on. His ice sword flashed with chilling energy, but his movements were noticeably slower than usual. His injuries hadn't fully healed yet.

Shen Yi provided support from the flank, his white clothes now mostly soaked in blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

Several security personnel on the train were divided into different battle zones, each fighting their own battle, and none of them could take care of the others.

And Cai Yue'er--

Yun Jingheng's gaze swept across the sky, then suddenly narrowed.

Cai Yue'er was being overwhelmed and beaten by Ha Luosa.

Cai Yue'er's hair was disheveled, her long hair draped messily over her shoulders, and a bloodstain hung from the corner of her mouth.

The Battle Armor's radiance had dimmed somewhat.

This is a fight on a completely different level.

Yun Jingheng's hands clenched unconsciously.

But he cannot move. If he moves, the Nine Heavens Sword Prison will collapse, and once the Death Knight is freed, everyone present will die.

He could only watch.

High in the sky, Cai Yue'er's Moon Blade drew a beautiful, yet tragic arc, barely managing to block Ha Luosa's Pluto Sword, which exuded a dense aura of death.

"Bang!"

The immense recoil caused Cai Yue'er's body to tremble, and the void beneath her feet seemed to collapse slightly.

She suppressed the surging blood and qi in her chest, but her eyes anxiously scanned the ground below through the layers of Soul Power storm.

Just a moment ago, she clearly sensed the aura of the "Blood Moon".

That throbbing sensation originating from the depths of Martial Soul, that oppressive feeling that seems to devour all light, there's no mistaking it.

"Jing Heng?"

Cai Yue'er's heart skipped a beat.

Did that child enter the Blood Moon passive state?

However, when his gaze swept in the direction of Yun Jingheng, his pupils suddenly contracted.

No.

Although the boy below was pale and his Soul Power fluctuated violently, he was surrounded by the cool Moonlight, the soft silver glow of the "Attachment of the Full Moon," which was definitely not the domineering and Destruction Blood Moon!

Where did that chilling fluctuation come from?

Cai Yue'er's divine sense spread out like an invisible net in an instant, frantically searching for the source of that aura.

The next second, her face turned deathly pale.

That aura wasn't somewhere else; it was right behind Yun Jingheng!

Less than fifty meters.

In the ruins of the half-collapsed train carriage.

That aura was moving.

Nearby.

exist--

Fear poured over Cai Yue'er like a bucket of ice water, freezing her blood inside.

"Jing Heng--! Run--!"

Cai Yue'er let out a heart-wrenching roar, her voice filled with unprecedented terror.

She recklessly burned her Soul Power, unleashing countless silver Moon Blade like a torrential rain upon Ha Luosa, trying to buy herself even a second.

It's too late.

Ha Luosa's hoarse voice rang in her ears, tinged with excitement.

With a gentle swing of his Pluto Sword, a black beam of deathly light easily tore through Cai Yue'er's Moon Blade Storm, slamming into her chest.

"Puff--"

Cai Yue'er spat out a mouthful of blood, and her body fell like a kite with a broken string.

"Teacher Cai--!"

Xu Xiaoyan's voice ripped through the distance, sharp and desperate.

She tried to rush over, but Xie Xie held her back tightly.

Ye Xinglan's hand gripping the sword trembled, her eyes were red-rimmed, but her feet felt rooted to the ground. She knew that rushing forward would only mean certain death.

Tang Wulin's golden Soul Power surged at this moment, and his eyes gleamed with a faint golden light. He roared and charged toward Ha Luosa, but was pulled back by Wu Zhangkong.

Don't go!

Wu Zhangkong's voice was hoarse, "You are no match for him!"

Tang Wulin gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the ruins.

In the distance, Gu Yue was escorting passengers into the darkness with the train security team.

In that instant, she seemed to sense something, and her feet froze on the spot.

Then, she suddenly turned around and rushed towards the battlefield, her hair stretched into a taut line in the night wind.

And Yun Jingheng--

Yun Jingheng couldn't hear anything anymore.

The moment Cai Yue'er fell from the sky, his mind exploded with a buzzing sound, as if hundreds of bees were flapping their wings at the same time, or as if something deep within his consciousness had shattered.

Not because of sadness.

It wasn't because of anger.

Rather, it's because--

There was something behind him.

His body reacted before his mind could react, turning around abruptly. The nine sword shadows trembled violently the instant he turned, and the Death Knight let out a low roar in the Sword Prison, but he no longer had the strength to care.

Under the moonlight, a dark figure stood less than twenty meters behind him.

The man was wearing a long, unadorned black robe, the hem of which dragged on the ground, covered in dust and pebbles.

He was thin and his shoulders were slightly hunched, like an old man who had been carrying heavy loads for many years.

He was holding something in his arms.

A wooden box.

It was about three feet long, and the dark wood was almost colorless under the moonlight. Its surface was covered with fine cracks, as if it had been eroded by countless years.

The four corners of the box are wrapped in dark gold metal, and some patterns can be faintly seen on the surface of the metal.

Unlike carved patterns, they look more like they've been corroded, as if something has been slowly eroding and biting them from the inside.

The person looked up.

It was an extremely ordinary face, so ordinary that you would easily lose it in a crowd.

His skin was dark, his cheekbones were slightly high, and his eyes and brows held a tired, almost numb expression.

But he was smiling.

A jarringly incongruous smile graced that numb face.

"Good evening."

He paused for a moment, then held the box horizontally, his fingers resting on the clasp.

"I'm here today not to kill anyone, not to cause trouble, but to take charge of only one thing."

"Snap."

The sound of the latch popping open was crisp and jarring in the night wind.

The person opened the box.

color.

A sea of blood.

A crimson light burst forth from the wooden box, sweeping across the entire night sky with a devastating force.

The moonlight retreated in the face of this blood-red light, its silvery radiance forced back dozens of meters, shrinking into a small, lonely halo behind Yun Jingheng.

Within the blood-red light, something was slowly rising.

A sword.

A blood-red Moonlight Sword!

Yun Jingheng's pupils contracted. He had never seen this sword before, but his body told him that he had, and that it belonged to him!

The sword tip was slightly raised and slowly rotated in the air.

Then--

The sword tip was pointed directly at Yun Jingheng's heart.

"I'm here to return it to its rightful owner."