The Great Dream God

In the dim hall, Sun Yifang tightly grasped the sword in his hand. The sword emitted a cold light, reflecting his face full of panic and anger. His eyes revealed endless despair and unwillingness, and he gnashed his teeth and roared: "I never expected, I really never expected, Princess Ziyang, when I chose to surrender to you, how could I have thought that one day you would break into my house with a sword and slaughter everyone in my family!"

Sun Yifang's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying deep sorrow and resentment. His body trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

At this moment, Princess Ziyang's mouth slightly raised when she heard this, and she showed a cold and contemptuous smile. With a trace of disdain in her eyes, she slowly said: "Do you think that I owe you something just because you join me? Oh, you are wrong, absolutely wrong! Your idea is so naive and unrealistic. I tell you, when you choose to join me, you should think about what value you can bring to me, instead of expecting me to do something for you!"

Princess Ziyang's words were like a sharp blade, piercing Sun Yifang's heart. His eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent, and the hand holding the sword turned white with anger. Although blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, he still held his head high and said proudly: "You killed my entire family, but you still want me to let bygones be bygones and continue to be loyal to you? I tell you, it's impossible! I am not Wei Yanren, he is a running dog you raised, and I, Sun Yifang, am a member of the Sun family! I have my own dignity and pride!"

Sun Yifang's voice was sonorous and powerful, with a resolute momentum. His eyes were firm, as if burning with a blazing fire. After saying this, he took firm steps, step by step, moving forward. Each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly under his feet.

Princess Ziyang looked at Sun Yifang who was approaching step by step with a cold face, shook her head gently, and said with a tone full of sarcasm: "I have no intention of taking your life. In my eyes, you are just a pitiful stray dog ​​now. So, you must disappear from my sight immediately. Considering that you have served me, I can spare your life. As long as you kill these Sun family members in front of you and hand over the fragments, I can let you go."

When Sun Yifang heard this, his anger grew stronger. He raised his head and roared, and the sound seemed to break through the shackles of the hall and reach the sky. Then, he rushed forward like an angry lion. He raised the sword in his hand high, and a blazing flame instantly ignited on the sword. The flame was hot and violent, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes. At this moment, the sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a smart long whip. With endless power and might, he swung the sword vigorously and whipped the Princess Ziyang fiercely.

The sword drew a gorgeous arc in the air, and the flames rubbed against the air, making bursts of piercing whistles. The entire hall was enveloped by this powerful force, as if it was trapped in a sea of ​​fire.

However, Princess Ziyang showed no fear at all. She calmly extended a finger, and a dazzling white light instantly lit up on her finger. The light was like a bright star, illuminating the entire hall. Then, a ray of light shot out from her finger and rushed straight towards the sword in Sun Yifang's hand at lightning speed.

There was a loud bang, like thunder exploding, resounding through the sky. The sound was like the sound of a huge bell, shocking the heart and instantly breaking the original tranquility. Then, a brilliant light streaked across the night sky like a meteor, colliding with the sword in Sun Yifang's hand.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world was shaking. The powerful impact surged out with overwhelming force, like the roar of thousands of beasts, which was terrifying. The sword in Sun Yifang's hand, which originally exuded a cold light, seemed so fragile in front of this unparalleled power. With a "click", the sword instantly shattered into countless fragments, which scattered on the ground like stars.

The fragments flickered with a cold and sad light under the blazing fire. Each fragment was like a forgotten story, quietly telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of this tragedy. The light sometimes jumped and sometimes flickered, as if countless souls were struggling and shouting in pain. In the firelight, the edges and corners of the fragments reflected strange light, interweaving into a picture full of despair and sadness, which made people cry with sadness. This scene seemed to be a mockery of fate, pushing Sun Yifang into the abyss of despair, and also filled the whole scene with a tragic atmosphere.

At the same time, the beam of light continued to move forward, and directly penetrated Sun Yifang's chest. A huge blood hole suddenly appeared on his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes bright red.

Sun Yifang's body shook violently, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair. His body slowly fell backwards, and finally fell heavily to the ground. The dull sound, like the sound of a death knell, echoed in the silent hall.

His eyes may have originally been glittering with light, but now, like a deep black hole, they gradually became empty and lifeless. The once vibrant breath of life was rapidly withdrawing from his body at a heart-pounding speed. It was as if the giant hand of fate had mercilessly strangled his throat, causing his vitality to recede like a tide.

The flames that once burned brightly on him, like the last struggle of his life, now gradually extinguished as his life faded away. The blazing flames, once the symbol of his life, now only left a piece of cold ash, like a forgotten ruin, exuding the breath of despair and death. The ash gently drifted away in the wind, as if his soul gradually faded away with the last sigh.

Princess Ziyang stood there quietly, her figure like an iceberg, emitting a cold breath. Her eyes, like ice that had not melted for a thousand years, looked at Sun Yifang lying on the ground without any warmth. In her eyes, there was no mercy, no emotional fluctuation, as if the person in front of her was just an insignificant existence.

She waved her hand gently, the movement was graceful and calm, yet it carried an indescribable determination. Her gesture seemed to draw an invisible boundary in the air, isolating everything in the past on that side. She seemed to want to wipe away all the unpleasantness, all the blood and tragedy, like dust, from her eyes.

Then, she turned around, her figure like a blooming snow lotus, noble and cold. Her steps were slow and firm, and each step seemed to carry an irresistible force. She slowly left this place full of blood and tragedy, and her back looked particularly lonely and resolute in the afterglow of the setting sun.

With the departure of Princess Ziyang, the land seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze. The air was filled with a bloody smell, a sign of the disappearance of life. The bloodstains on the ground, like dark flowers, bloomed wantonly, telling of everything that had happened here.