Chapter 276 – Death of the Phoenix (2/2)

A sound of rubbing resonated. This was the sound of the bottom part of the Tong Bow piercing through the rock.

In the end, the Tong Bow was unable to block the power of the Southern Cross Sword, leaving the ground.

The longbow that left the ground was just like a rootless wutong tree. It immediately drooped slightly.

The bright sword rays pushed the bow down, chopping at the left side of Xu Yourong’s chest. Fresh blood spurted out.

Although it had reached such an important moment, Xu Yourong’s gaze remained calm. With a flip of her wrist, the horizontal longbow knocked away Nanke’s blow, sweeping backwards urgently in the air.

How could Nanke give her the opportunity to leave? Afterwards, she brushed forwards like a shadow.

The Tong Bow and the Southern Cross Sword clashed. It created countless streams of turbulent wind in the night sky.

Nanke was covered in blood, but her eyes were even brighter. Both of her hands left the hilt of the sword, and extended forwards like lightning.

The point of her fingers carried a gloomy green flow.

The peacock had one tail feather. It was the most poisonous, sharpest and fastest in the world.

This was the Peacock Plume, the true Peacock Plume.

Nanke’s ten fingers pierced into both of Xu Yourong’s shoulders, going as deep as the bone.

Blood spurted out in all directions. However, many black spots seemed to appear in the golden light.

Painful, so painful, it really was very painful.

Xu Yourong had never experienced such pain.

As a result, she became extremely mad, a madness that had never occurred before.

With a ripping sound, her white ceremonial dress was torn into myriad fragments.

Countless rays of gold light hit Nanke’s body in the direction of her fingers.

Densely-packed sounds of muffled collision began to resound.

Innumerable finger holes appeared on Nanke’s body, and the bright blood flowed rapidly.

Peacocks had plumes.

Phoenixes had feathers.

This was Xu Yourong’s feather barrage.

All of their cultivation was used.

All of their weapons were used.

All of their life-saving abilities were used.

All of their true essence was consumed.

All of their blood had almost bled dry.

The battle was this desperate and this absolute.

The peak of Sunset Valley fell into silence. The dust between the cliffs slowly settled, but the spilt blood continued to burn. The fierce heat and coldness fused and disappeared, causing the brightness to reach the limit.

Xu Yourong stood on the side of the cliff. Her complexion was slightly pale and her clothes were covered with blood splatters.

Nanke seemed even more miserable. She was covered with injuries, and blood flowed ceaselessly.

However, she was victorious.

An uninterrupted, clear howl resounded from the peak of Sunset Valley.

Her voice was that tender, but it was also that cold.

This clear, cold and proud dominance actually gave one a mad feeling in the end.

Although it was somewhat regretful, victory was the most important matter.

Although experts had helped out, death was the fairest judge.

Both Xu Yourong and she were already expended, but in the next moment, Xu Yourong would die.

In this night, she had finally defeated her destined opponent.

This meant that she had defeated her own fate.

The sound of the surpassing bird slowly decreased in volume until it finally stopped.

Nanke returned to the indifferent appearance of how she was before, and said slowly, “My blood is in your body. Behind you is an endless abyss, so you are definitely dead.”

Xu Yourong stood on the side of the cliff. The night wind lightly blew her hair.

She lowered her head and did not know what she wanted to say.

Just what posture was she supposed to take to face death?

“Please give me this glory.”

Nanke looked at her, and said seriously.

Xu Yourong raised her head and looked at her. Within her gaze was a sliver of relief and the undertone of making fun of something, like understanding the affairs of light thoroughly. She was like an old person, calmly waiting for death, but seemed even more like a mischievous young girl.

“Why should I let you be happy?”

After saying that with a smile, she turned around and walked into the night beyond the cliff.

Looking at the empty cliff, Nanke’s eyes revealed a sliver of disappointment. She said while staring blankly, “Are you an idiot? Do you think that you really are a phoenix?”

Xu Yourong was the reincarnation of a Heavenly Phoenix, and not a real phoenix.

She did not have a pair of wings, and never cultivated to Saint Realm. Naturally she could not fly freely.

She walked towards the night beyond the cliff. Naturally, she fell into the abyss of death.

There was a period of silence, regardless of cliff or elsewhere.

Xu Yourong...the reincarnation of the Heavenly Phoenix. Even in the recent dozen or so years of the blossoming age, the most beautiful flower without a question, the girl viewed as the leader of the future by everybody and the girl viewed as the greatest threat by the demons would just die silently like this in the Garden of Zhou?

Nanke walked to the edge of the cliff, and gazed into the pitch-black abyss. She thought silently, even if you had to die, you are not willing to die by my hand? Is this your final pride or is it returning to self-realization?

The Black Dragon was silent in the clouds. She disliked humans, with Chen Changsheng as basically the only exception… Especially after learning about the later matters told by the spirit of her father, she was even more hostile to the human experts, which naturally included Xu Yourong, that person who may have become the strongest human girl in the world. Logically, she should not have felt any sympathy or sadness to Xu Yourong’s death, and she had even remembered very clearly that Chen Changsheng had said many times that he did not like his fiancee. So why did she feel slightly frustrated, or even slightly disturbed? If she let Chen Changsheng know that she had personally seen Xu Yourong’s death, but did nothing at all, would he blame her?

Xu Yourong fell into the abyss of death. Her eyes were tightly closed, and the sound of wind rushing by her ears was so far away. Blood once again flowed from the corner of her lips, burning as it met the night wind. It formed a string of bright flames that drifted downwards, however, it was only able to illuminate a small area around her, unable to illuminate the path in front.

Was the ground getting closer and closer? Death was also getting closer and closer, but how was the mountain in the Garden of Zhou so tall? Just how far did she need to fall before she gained peace at last?

No, death was the end. There was no peace. It was not the other side of the sea of stars she had pursued with cultivation.

She jumped off the cliff not to send herself to death. It was only that she did not want to die in the hands of the pigweed-harvesting girl.

Just exactly how could she not die?

She closed her eyes and thought about this question. Just where was the answer?

She fell faster and faster, and the wind blew faster and faster.

The more she thought, the colder she felt, frustrated and unable to do anything.

Suddenly, she remembered something the Divine Empress had said to her all those years ago when she left the capital.

“Young phoenix, one can fear pain, but one cannot fear death… especially you.”

Afterwards, she opened her eyes.