Teasing and Death

This happened so suddenly that Yun Xiao was clearly startled.

But by the time he reacted, the longsword had already reached him.

Yun Xiao instinctively raised his hand. A massive sun appeared behind him, and as his first soul ring suddenly lit up, blazing light enveloped the entire area, dispersing the darkness.

The longsword in his opponent's hand lost its flames, but it still slashed into Yun Xiao's body.

Blood dripped onto the ground. Light surged through Yun Xiao's hand as he threw a punch directly at Yun Luo.

But in the next instant, his hand was tightly seized by Yun Luo's other hand.

The two locked eyes, and Yun Xiao could not understand the other man's madness.

Yet as he looked into those utterly irrational eyes, his heart filled with rage.

Yun Xiao did not understand where this anger came from. Facing a four-ring Soul Ancestor, what he should have done was flee as far away as possible, as fast as he could.

But for some reason—whether it was willpower or something else—he did not want to run.

He stared at the evil flames on the other man's sword, his eyes filled with justice and fury.

Flames ignited once more in Yun Xiao's hand, forming the Flame Longblade.

Without any hesitation, he charged into battle with Yun Luo.

Chen Ye stood there quietly, watching the show.

He rested one hand on Wu Zhangkong's arm and yawned.

Within the illusion, Wu Zhangkong knelt on one knee, his gaze fixed fiercely upon the figure in midair, his face filled with overwhelming killing intent.

But just as that killing intent reached its peak, his eyes suddenly calmed.

Wu Zhangkong swept his gaze around, the confusion in his eyes gone, leaving behind only clarity.

"This is an illusion, not the real world. Who exactly are you, to be able to drag me into an illusion?!"

There was a trace of questioning in Wu Zhangkong's voice, but as his gaze turned clear, the entire illusion suddenly began to shatter.

As the illusion broke apart, the figure in the sky seemed unable to remain stable and stumbled as she fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Wu Zhangkong did not hesitate. He rushed forward, grabbed the mask from her face, and tore it away.

Beneath the mask was a cold and beautiful face. He would never forget it—or rather, even if she turned to ashes, he would never forget that face.

It was not an exceptionally beautiful face, but it had been deeply carved into his mind, making it impossible for him to forget for all eternity.

He had once thought of dying alongside the owner of that face, even of following her into death for love.

But he had never expected to see the owner of that face again.

Wu Zhangkong stared blankly at that face. Then the entire illusion shattered, and the woman's body shattered along with it.

Yet as she looked at Wu Zhangkong one last time, a faint smile appeared on her face.

In reality, Wu Zhangkong suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he did, he saw the entrance to the training room.

Yun Luo and Yun Xiao were both covered in wounds. Yun Luo had not used any soul skills, relying only on his Black Demon Sword martial soul to fight Yun Xiao.

Although Yun Xiao had unleashed his full firepower, he was still being badly suppressed against a four-ring Soul Ancestor.

Seeing this, Wu Zhangkong frowned deeply. On one side was his disciple; on the other was his friend.

And the Sword of Light that had once been filled with light-element power in his friend's hands had now become a terrifying demonic sword, like a fallen Abyss.

"What is going on? That was Long Bing just now! I... why did I see Long Bing?! Who was it that dared to use an illusion to toy with me?!"

Wu Zhangkong's voice was filled with extreme fury. He abruptly raised his hand, and six soul rings descended around him as terrifying frost power spread outward.

Chen Ye, standing beside him, furrowed his brow. Sensing that icy aura, he stepped forward.

Then his body vanished. When he reappeared, he was already atop the nearby teaching building.

He sat there quietly, watching Wu Zhangkong, Yun Xiao, and Yun Luo.

At this moment, Yun Xiao and Yun Luo were locked in battle, their bodies covered in injuries.

And even as the terrifying chill radiated from Wu Zhangkong, it did not affect their battlefield in the slightest.

Seeing Yun Xiao about to be killed, confusion flashed through Wu Zhangkong's eyes before they suddenly cleared.

He abruptly raised the sword in his hand. As his third soul skill lit up, a terrifying slash descended, cutting directly toward Yun Luo.

His friend had clearly lost control, and all he could do was severely injure him and protect his student.

But in the next second, Yun Luo raised the sword in his hand. Gripping the blade, he had already brought it close to Yun Xiao's chest.

At this moment, not even the most blazing light and flames could stop this fatal strike.

That near-death sensation made Yun Xiao's heart pound wildly.

He stared fixedly at the savage-faced man before him, indescribable rage surging in his eyes.

"You want to kill me? You think you're worthy?!" Yun Xiao suddenly roared.

Veins bulged on his cheeks, while flames so blazing they were nearly divine erupted from his hand and body.

The terrifying flames scorched Yun Luo's body, making him let out shrill screams.

As flames scorched his body, an extreme frost force suddenly slashed through him, piercing straight through Yun Luo's chest.

Only after Yun Luo's body crashed heavily to the ground did Wu Zhangkong suddenly rush over.

He looked at his friend, at the emptiness in his eyes and the life that was about to slip away.

Wu Zhangkong turned his gaze toward Yun Xiao. That strike should not have been enough to kill Yun Luo outright.

But when the forces of ice and fire had merged, they exploded directly inside Yun Luo's body, utterly destroying his internal organs.

"Yun Luo, what the hell are you doing?! Why did you kill Yun Xiao?"

"He had no grudge against you. Why did you kill him?!"

There was anger in Wu Zhangkong's voice, but even more than that, confusion.

Ever since leaving Shrek Academy and coming to Eastsea Academy, the only person he could truly call a friend was the guy before him.

Yet he could not understand why the other man had killed Yun Xiao—why he had killed his disciple.

Yun Luo looked at him. Blood was already spilling from the corners of his mouth, and the damage to his internal organs had rendered him unable to speak.

His lips moved, but not a single word came out. Those hollow eyes stared directly at Wu Zhangkong.

Wu Zhangkong gritted his teeth. Terrifying cold energy gathered in his hands as he tried to freeze Yun Luo's internal organs first.

Perhaps that could buy some time before he found someone to treat him.

But just as the terrifying cold energy condensed in Wu Zhangkong's hands, just as he was about to press them against Yun Luo's chest, a cold female voice rang out by his ear once more.

"Ice elements are forbidden here."

The woman's voice was soft, yet familiar, and Wu Zhangkong froze instinctively.

By the time he came back to his senses, he stared blankly at his hands. The ice elements that had gathered in them had already dispersed.

And Yun Luo's gaze had completely lost focus, all life gone from it.