bullyxtreme V.4.284. Shen Ling's Dead
V.4.284. Shen Ling's Dead
The clash continues.Diexin presses forward relentlessly, her sword movements precise and overwhelming, each strike carrying both sharp technique and terrifying physical strength.
Her Ice Sword cuts through the air again and again, forcing Ren Yao to retreat step by step.
Ren Yao’s reaction speed, however, is extraordinary.
Each time the blade comes close,
She moves.
Just enough.
A slight tilt.
A narrow shift.
A step half a breath faster than death.
The sword passes,
By a hair’s breadth.
When it does not,
Her spiritual treasure robes absorb the impact, sparks bursting outward as the force is dispersed.
But even that has a cost.
The battle stretches on.
Diexin does not slow.
Her attacks grow sharper, more oppressive, as if she is tightening an invisible net around her opponent.
Ren Yao begins to feel it.
The pressure.
Her breathing grows heavier.
Her energy drains steadily,
Not only from the fight itself, but from sustaining her defensive treasure again and again.
Each block.
Each near miss.
Each forced defence.
Consumes her reserves.
Meanwhile,
Diexin remains composed.
Her movements are efficient.
Her energy is controlled.
The difference begins to show.
Ren Yao’s dodges become tighter.
Closer.
More desperate.
A strike grazes her shoulder.
Another tear, a deeper line across her sleeve.
Her defences are no longer flawless.
The disadvantage grows.
Her eyes flicker.
For the first time,
A hint of urgency appears.
Without breaking her rhythm, she sends out a spirit transmission.
To Shen Ling.
To Ailee.
A silent call for aid.
At the same moment, Diexin steps in again, her blade descending like falling ice, leaving Ren Yao with no room to retreat,
The gap between life and death,
Now no wider than a breath.
Diexin’s sword descends.
This time,
It does not miss.
The blade lands squarely across Ren Yao’s chest, and in the next instant, a surge of ice energy erupts from the strike, exploding outward with crushing force.
Ren Yao is blasted backwards, her body thrown through the air as blood bursts from her mouth, scattering into the wind.
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She crashes heavily onto the ground, leaving a shallow crater beneath her.
For a brief moment,
Stillness.
Diexin does not pursue.
Instead, she lowers her gaze slightly, looking beyond Ren Yao.
There,
Shen Ling is rushing toward her.
At the same time, she senses Ziqi moving from afar, his aura flaring as he prepares to intervene.
But another presence intercepts him.
Diexin’s eyes flicker.
She immediately sends a spirit transmission.
Her intention is clear.
She cannot allow Ziqi to act recklessly.
If he draws upon the Dragon Totem prematurely, it will disrupt everything.
Ziqi hesitates,
Then stops.
,
Shen Ling arrives beside Ren Yao, kneeling briefly as concern flashes across his face.
“Are you alright?”
Ren Yao forces herself upright, wiping the blood from her lips as she nods.
“Be careful… she is strong.”
Shen Ling’s expression hardens.
“Do not worry. I have the Star Sword.”
A sword appears in his hand.
Its blade glimmers faintly, as if containing fragments of starlight within it, its aura deep and steady.
Diexin’s eyes narrow as she evaluates it.
A mid-level spiritual treasure.
Comparable to a Soul Awakening cultivator’s weapon.
She does not hesitate.
With a flick of her wrist, she summons her own weapon.
The Dragon Sword.
Refined through the power of the Dragon Totem.
Its aura rises, equally formidable.
She holds it in her left hand, while her Ice Sword remains in her right.
Two blades.
Two forces.
They face each other.
Silence settles between them, thick and heavy.
Shen Ling speaks first.
“Diexin… I am giving you one last chance to leave.”
Diexin lets out a cold snort.
“Did I bring an army here and lose so many lives just to turn back now?”
Shen Ling’s gaze darkens.
“Then do not blame me later for not warning you.”
The moment his words fall,
He moves.
Ren Yao moves with him.
They attack from both sides simultaneously, their coordination seamless.
Diexin steps forward.
Her two swords rise.
She meets them head-on.
Clang,
Clang,
Steel collides.
Energy explodes outward.
Diexin channels the power of the Dragon Totem through her body, reinforcing her physical strength as her strikes become heavier, sharper, and more oppressive.
Each swing forces both Shen Ling and Ren Yao backwards.
But they are two.
Whenever she presses one,
The other strikes.
She cannot isolate them.
The battle locks into a stalemate.
Blades flash.
Qi surges.
Their figures blur as they exchange dozens of strikes within moments.
None gains the upper hand.
Time stretches.
The air trembles with continuous impacts.
Then,
Diexin’s eyes flash.
She shifts her stance.
Dragon energy flows into her Ice Sword.
The blade trembles,
Then transforms.
A roaring Ice Dragon bursts forth from the sword, its massive body coiling in the air as it lunges directly toward Ren Yao.
Ren Yao’s eyes widen.
Before she can react,
The dragon wraps around her, its icy body constricting tightly.
Then,
It dives.
Spiralling downward like a falling star.
They crash into a distant mountain.
The impact shakes the land.
Ice spreads instantly from the point of impact, freezing the mountain’s surface into a vast, solid plane.
Ren Yao is trapped within it.
Sealed.
Frozen in place.
“Yao!”
Shen Ling shouts, his voice filled with urgency.
But before he can move,
Diexin’s blade strikes.
He is forced to turn and defend.
Clang,
The force pushes him back.
Diexin’s voice follows, cold and steady.
“She is not dead.”
Her eyes burn with intensity.
“So instead of worrying about her, ”
She steps forward.
“Worry about yourself.”
Then,
She attacks.
Not with restraint.
Not with caution.
But with fury.
All the suppressed anger within her erupts like a volcano.
Every strike becomes heavier.
Faster.
More violent.
Her blades carve through the air with relentless force, driving Shen Ling backwards again and again.
Yet even now,
She does not use her Wither Law.
Because deep within,
She senses it.
Danger.
Something hidden.
A threat yet to reveal itself.
And so,
She holds back her final card.
For the moment when it truly matters.
Diexin looks at Shen Ling’s flustered face, and the fury within her surges even higher, no longer contained, no longer restrained.
For years,
She buried it.
Endured it.
Forced herself to move forward without looking back.
But now,
All of it erupts.
Her sword strikes descend like a storm.
Shen Ling raises his blade to block, but Diexin presses forward, her strength overwhelming as she pushes down against his sword, forcing him backwards in the air as if he were sliding across solid ground.
Her voice cuts through the clash.
“Why did the Star Singer Tower target Yulan City?”
Her eyes burn.
“There are three other cities, why mine?”
Shen Ling’s gaze flickers as he meets her eyes.
For a brief moment,
His mind drifts.
Back to the past.
When they studied together.
When she advanced effortlessly, even without diligence.
While he,
Struggled.
Cultivating daily.
Using resources.
Pushing himself.
Yet progressing at a snail’s pace.
Then came the Star Singer Tower.
Their offer.
Their plan.
And he,
Chose it.
He speaks, his voice cold.
“You were the only one who left Cangzhou Mountain despite being the heir to Yulan City.”
“So if it had been anyone else, ”
“I would have done the same.”
“Do not think you are special.”
A burst of energy explodes from Diexin’s Dragon Sword, forcing Shen Ling backwards.
She watches him, her expression steady, yet filled with something deeper.
“But I think I am special.”
Her voice softens slightly.
“Even after losing everything… I gained more.”
A faint smile touches her lips.
“For that, I should thank you.”
“If you hadn’t betrayed me, ”
“I would have become your wife.”
“Where would I have found the chance to marry Merin… and reach this level?”
Shen Ling scoffs, refusing to respond as he steadies himself, silently recovering.
Diexin exhales slowly.
“Let us end this ill-fated bond.”
She raises her Dragon Sword.
Ice and poison energy gather at its edge, intertwining into a single destructive force.
“Dragon’s Breath.”
A dragon bursts forth from the blade, its form vast and overwhelming as it opens its jaws and releases a torrent of icy, poisonous breath.
Shen Ling tries to defend,
But fails.
The poison invades his body.
The ice freezes him from within.
His defences collapse.
His body falls.
Down,
Between two mountains.
Diexin follows.
She lands beside him.
Shen Ling lies broken, his body shattered, vitality draining rapidly as the poison spreads deeper, devouring what remains of his strength.
He looks up at her, his voice weak.
“Your mother…”
Before he can finish,
From beneath him,
Poison fire erupts.