The Sorrowmender

Chapter 52 – All means are exhausted, and a stone falls from the sky

Daoist Master Dongyun no longer held back, unleashing the full might of his Late Foundation Establishment power.

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The dense true essence surged like a roaring torrent, descending upon Xu Qingzhou the moment he got close.

In an instant, it dissolved his offensive.

Xu Qingzhou's brow furrowed, his face stiffened, "So strong!"

The momentum of the Mountain-Crushing Fist dissipated, and the sword intent crumbled. Xu Qingzhou knew things were going awry and wanted to retreat. But at that moment, Daoist Master Dongyun's blood-stained, withered hand suddenly reached for him.

It was accompanied by a violent, chaotic current.

He gritted his teeth secretly; the opponent was too fast, leaving him no room to dodge. He had no choice but to hold the Azure Edge Sword horizontally in front of his chest.

"Boom—"

A dull thud sounded as Daoist Master Dongyun's five fingers struck solidly on the blade.

The immense power exploded, and the Azure Edge Sword was forcibly torn apart, shattering into countless fragments.

Xu Qingzhou was sent flying by Daoist Master Dongyun's strike.

Like an arrow leaving the bowstring, he flew back a hundred meters before crashing to the ground.

With just one blow, Xu Qingzhou was completely defeated.

Xu Qingzhou landed, leaving a trail of mud in the wilderness of green mountains and clear waters.

The newly turned soil conveniently buried the unfortunate flowers and grass.

The wind ceased, and the smoke dispersed.

Moonlight once again poured down, and amidst the ruins, Daoist Master Dongyun, despite his disheveled state, manipulated his qi, his hunched body slowly rising into the air.

He stopped only a few meters above the ground.

His gray-white hair hung in disarray, and his tattered scholar's robe swayed in the night breeze. Though injured, with blood still dripping from his fingertips and the corners of his robe, his aura remained exceptionally steady.

He squinted, his gaze fixed on the end of the ravine before him.

There, a figure in white slowly got up, staggering, not much better off than him.

Xu Qingzhou stood up, a mouthful of blood gushing out, staining the white of his chest red, blending with the yellow of the soil, turning the pristine white into a new fashionable color.

He was equally disheveled, his chest clothes torn by the previous airflow, his hair messily scattered.

But unlike Daoist Master Dongyun, whose face darkened with disarray, Xu Qingzhou's face grew even paler.

One state, two faces, naturally leading to different outcomes.

"Mister, oh Mister, you truly surprised me. I can't remember the last time I was injured, yet today I almost fell at your hands."

Daoist Master Dongyun's voice rang out again, but this time, it carried more hostility and emotion compared to the previous gentle elegance.

Xu Qingzhou wiped his mouth with his sleeve, forcing a smile.

"Since coming to Tianshuang, this is the first time I've been injured. I didn't expect that even at the Foundation Establishment stage, one could be so formidable."

"Heh... Mister's sword is shattered, so it's destined you can't kill me. Before you die, do you have any last words?"

Xu Qingzhou was unfazed.

"Who said I can't kill you?"

"Does Mister have a trump card?"

"Naturally, this time, I will surely cut you down."

"Oh, then I truly want to see how Mister plans to kill me now."

As they exchanged words, Daoist Master Dongyun had already gathered his true essence, intending to obliterate Xu Qingzhou with his strongest strike.

He didn't want to hold back any longer, nor did he want to drag it out. Xu Qingzhou was an extraordinary person, and he feared that if this continued, something unexpected might happen.

Xu Qingzhou's eyes also showed unprecedented seriousness. The Worry-Free Book, unbeknownst to him, had been summoned, floating in front of him.

"Though we are newly acquainted, I know you love reading. If you were to die within a book, I believe you would be quite pleased."

Daoist Master Dongyun didn't quite understand Xu Qingzhou's cryptic words, but he was aware that the aura emanating from the book was anything but ordinary.

However, it no longer mattered to him, because Xu Qingzhou couldn't possibly defeat him. His fate was already sealed.

"This is my self-created ultimate technique, my strongest strike. To die by this strike, Mister, is not unjust."

"Hehe, come then. Today, with blood as ink and finger as pen, I write a word, and invite you to ascend!"

As Daoist Master Dongyun gathered his strength, Xu Qingzhou's fingers raced across the Book of Forgetting Worries.

He wrote the character "Burn."

In an instant, the Worry-Free Book before him emitted a red glow, and the system's voice echoed in his ears.

[Detected host's request to summon [Heavenly Fire], this summon requires 20,000 Merit Points to kill the target. Due to the opponent's severe injuries, only 15,000 Merit Points are currently needed. Please confirm?]

When Daoist Master Dongyun appeared, Xu Qingzhou had already learned from the system that he didn't have enough Merit Points to kill him.

However, the system provided a solution: severely injure him to offset some Merit Points.

So from the very beginning, he had a plan.

Originally, he thought of relying on his abilities and modern weapons to try and kill him, saving the Merit Points.

But judging from the power of that last strike, even using an RPG might not kill this old guy.

So he had to grit his teeth and pay the price to finish him off.

"Mister, farewell!"

Seeing Daoist Master Dongyun charging at him, he didn't hesitate, ready to confirm with a thought.

But at that moment.

He saw a massive shadow in the distance, dragging a fierce wind as it charged toward them.

"What is this?"

It was a gigantic stone.

And the target of the stone's attack was Daoist Master Dongyun in mid-air.

"A meteorite?"

His thoughts interrupted, Xu Qingzhou didn't have time to confirm before he saw Daoist Master Dongyun being struck by the massive stone and sent flying.

Soon after, a familiar aura emerged not far away.

"Step aside, let me handle this!"

He turned his head in confusion, seeing a shadow swiftly pass by, the wind it brought biting cold.

Then he saw the shadow charging at Daoist Master Dongyun.

And then... a thunderous roar, the earth shook.

"How is this possible, how did you wake up so early."

"Old bastard, dare to kill the one I want to kill, I'll kill you first."

"Damn it, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Courting death!!"

The curses and roars echoed under the night sky.

Xu Qingzhou stood half-dazed, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him.

It was like a movie, an action movie, with special effects maxed out.

It was also a slaughter, a senseless slaughter.

Two words flashed through Xu Qingzhou's mind: fierce and tragic.

Fierce was the one with silver hair flowing, tragic was the one with white hair graying.

The wind on his face stung, just like his battered body, Xu Qingzhou instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He muttered to himself.

"No wonder it's an ancient divine beast, truly fierce!"