I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Yan Ziming whispered, and the Spear of Victory fell from the thunderclouds into her hand. Yan Ziming's momentum rose again, and the two wings of light behind her shone brightly, like a blazing sun, so bright that many people could not open their eyes. She was brave and invincible.

"......bring it on."

Murong Haiyi remained silent for a while. His energy was almost depleted, and now that the White Emperor Sword had left his hand, it was practically the same as defeat.

In contrast, Yan Zimo's overwhelming power was endless, and she used all the lightning elements in the sky and on the ground. She was always at her peak and never declined!

Yan Ziming's eyes turned icy cold, and the wings of light behind him finally underwent a significant change. In an instant, Fanghua moved at the fastest speed in the world to Murong Haiyi's front, and the spear of victory was pressed against his throat.

The victory or defeat has been decided.

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P.S.: Oops, I got the chapter order wrong before.

Chapter Ninety-Five Turning Point

The spear of victory had pierced Murong Haiyi's throat, hot blood dripping down, staining the spearhead with blood, its ferocious power awe-inspiring.

At this moment, the world was completely still.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, witnessing the rise of a new king, wielding a thunderous spear, his aura overwhelming and his arrogance unmatched.

"See? Murong Haiyi has revealed all his trump cards, and Yan Ziming is still at his peak. What's there to argue about?"

Mu Chenyi said with his hands behind his back, and the people around him couldn't help but sigh inwardly—the old fox is still the spiciest!

No wonder he said he had a 40% chance of winning against Murong Haiyi, but no chance at all against Yan Ziming.

Can you fight a perpetual motion machine with unparalleled attack power and inexhaustible energy?

In fact, there was one thing that Mu Chenyi didn't see: Murong Haiyi also used similar methods to fight, but they were ineffective against Yan Ziming.

If you take that into account, he'd be lucky to win even 20% against Murong Haiyi.

People were still marveling at how powerful the battle was, comparing it to the epic battle between Mu Mu and Yan Ziming, and their feet were still a little unsteady on their feet.

However, Murong Haiyi's admission of defeat was nowhere to be heard.

Murong Haiyi's lips twitched a few times, and he said resolutely, "Kill me."

No one knows how much torment he was going through.

With the help of the Immortal White Tiger, he has never been defeated, even in the most dangerous situations, and has fought his way up to his current level, just one step away from the position above all living beings.

However, on the road to this position, there was a mountain he had to overcome: Yan Ziming.

He knew from their first meeting that this was a very special person who left an extremely deep impression on him.

—The two sides have too many similarities.

Judging from their experiences alone, both sides seem to be the protagonists of this world, overcoming all obstacles along the way, experiencing encounters that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of, and both are followed by immortal spirits, with remarkable achievements... and so on, too many to count.

However, in any place and at any time, there can only be one protagonist.

The rest are all just embellishments.

Therefore, Yan Ziming, who should have been a stranger to him, was destined to meet him at the very first moment of their encounter.

However, the timing of his challenge was not good, and he ultimately lacked the necessary "foundation".

This directly led to him revealing all his cards, while his opponent still had several cards to play, and he defeated his opponent in his own area of ​​pride.

This was an unparalleled blow to him, completely cooling down his passion and rendering him lifeless.

The saying "nothing is more sorrowful than a broken heart" perfectly describes this situation.

Meeting Murong Haiyi's stubborn gaze, Yan Ziming's expression remained unchanged, but she sighed inwardly and parted her lips slightly: "Is such fierceness worth it?"

Just by asking that question, I knew his mind was made up. The spear of victory shone brighter and brighter until it was completely transparent, then suddenly dimmed again.

Yan Ziming's cherry lips moved a few more times, but no one could see what she was saying. Then, carrying the spear of victory, she turned and left.

Immediately afterwards, to everyone's horrified gaze, Murong Haiyi, who was standing still, suddenly fell backward. First, one drop, then two drops... then, as if a dam had burst, blood splattered and splashed into the sky.

"What!?"

Mu Mu and Ye Qianxue covered their mouths in shock. Even they hadn't expected that Yan Ziming would kill Murong Haiyi!

The sky is falling!

"Good heavens, they really killed him?"

Hyde and Ransek were also incredibly shocked.

The duel between two unparalleled geniuses of China was thought to be a mere skirmish, but who would have thought it would end in a life-or-death battle!

“This…” Hyde was speechless.

Based on Murong Haiyi's performance, his talent was beyond doubt, and breaking through to the ninth rank was almost a certainty. Yet he died today!

The death of a prodigy from an enemy nation should have been a good thing, but the way it happened made them find it impossible to be happy.

All that remained in their hearts was astonishment.

One of the most vital organs in the human body, the throat, was pierced through. How could he not die?

If it's just a simple puncture from a sharp object, a high-level ability user's tenacious vitality might be able to save them.

However, some discerning people could see very clearly that Yan Zimo was using his penetrating will to kill his opponent, leaving him no way out!

Even a high-level ability user couldn't withstand having their throat pierced by the will of a supreme eighth-tier expert!

In an instant, a chorus of voices rose and fell. Some sighed, some were saddened, and some were angry, accusing Yan Zimo of being cold-blooded and causing China to lose such a genius at such a time. Even if he had become a ninth-order genius, it would still be a disaster!

"This is truly... a catastrophe! A major earthquake is about to strike the Bei'an Military Administrative Region!" someone commented.

Murong Haiyi's death will trigger a series of problems, and the entire city of Bei'an will tremble.

Moreover, it has just been confirmed that Yan Shan is Yan Zimo's uncle. Was this incident orchestrated by him to secretly eliminate dissidents?

In this way, this wave will spread throughout the entire country of China, and no one will be able to find peace!

Murong Haixuan was shocked when she received the news. She couldn't believe that her brother had been killed. She rushed to the scene and found her brother lying on the ground with blood still gushing from his throat and his mouth filled with blood.

"elder brother!"

She quickly approached Murong Haiyi. His eyes were already dim and lifeless, like a candle flame in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

She reached out her trembling hand and touched his face.

A suffocating sense of grief overwhelmed her, as if a gaping wound had been ripped open in her heart, like a piece of silk being violently torn apart, its muffled, hoarse sounds echoing one after another. The pain was excruciating.

Only at this moment did she realize that her brother's seemingly broad shoulders were actually so thin, carrying so much weight...

From childhood to adulthood, this steadfast figure has always been there to support her through everything. After her parents perished at the beginning of the darkest apocalypse, this person became her only support, and almost everything she had was given to her by him.

"You've always been strong... but I know that no matter how strong you become, your heart is always so fragile..."

She understood her resolute yet slightly clumsy brother best.

This person appears to be indifferent to worldly affairs, but in reality, he is more arrogant than anyone else. His defeat to Yan Zimo this time must have been his own act of seeking death, and Yan Zimo simply granted his wish.

"But...I really don't want you to die... Waaah... Waaah..."

Two lines of tears streamed down Murong Haixuan's delicate face. She sobbed uncontrollably, crying her heart out, as if she were about to follow her brother in death.

No one could see that his hand struggled for a fleeting moment.

You need to understand... people with celestial spirits following them don't die so easily. My brother was half-dead and still came back to life; your brother won't be an exception.

At that moment, a pleasant female voice echoed in her ears, and only she could hear it.

She immediately turned her head as if grasping at a lifeline, only to find the Thunder Cutter flying away and the White Emperor Golden Sword swaying back, both of which entered Murong Haiyi's mind.

People witnessed a miracle.

A person who should have died has come back to life!

Murong Haiyi's body emitted golden light, extinguishing the remaining penetrating will. The bleeding from the wound stopped, and the light in his eyes, which was about to fade, remained for this moment.

“...Xuan.” Suddenly, a hoarse, tired but unusually strong voice rang out.

"elder brother?"

Murong Haixuan grasped his hand hopefully, trying to use her own warmth to awaken the most important person in her life.

The man's soul trembled at the sound of his sister's weeping.

At a critical point, Murong Haiyi's eyes, which were about to close completely, suddenly opened wide, shooting out two golden rays of light, and his life force was restored.

"Haixuan... I'm sorry!"

Murong Haiyi slowly sat up, tightly grasped his sister's hand, their fingers intertwined as if to hold onto their past and present lives, never to be separated.

Only then did he realize that there was another person he could never let go of in his heart.

The mark she left on my heart was even deeper than Yan Ziming's, so deep that it could not be faded even after several lifetimes...

"elder brother!"

The brother and sister embraced, and the outburst of emotion caused Murong Haixuan to lose her composure. Just like before, as a younger sister, she broke down in tears in her brother's arms.

Murong Haiyi gently stroked his sister's hair with boundless affection. After a long while, his gaze turned to the direction where Yan Ziming had left. His vision vaguely flashed back to the last words Yan Ziming had said to him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his fighting spirit surged.

I accept your challenge.