Chapter 155 The Only Defiant One

Chapter 155 The Only Defiant One

The wind and snow were dark and gloomy, and heaven and earth grieved together.

At the bottom of Soul-Shattering Valley, in the center of the vacuum zone cleared by sword energy, Pei Yunjing was still swinging his sword at the void.

His movements became slower and slower, but the killing intent brought by each sword strike grew stronger and stronger, like the last embers of a life burning brightly.

Behind the rock shelter.

Tang Li took a deep breath of the icy air, a sharp pain shooting through her lungs. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, straightened her disheveled clothes, and then strode out of the only safe zone.

"princess……"

A hand covered in blood and dirt suddenly grabbed the hem of her skirt.

Han Zheng lay sprawled on the ground, half his body stained crimson with blood. With his last breath, he clung desperately to Tang Li, his fierce eyes filled with terror and pleading.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"The prince is now completely ruthless... He's gone mad! He's a demon, not a human!"

Han Zheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows:

"If you go there now... you'll definitely die! That's suicide!"

"If you die by his sword... when the prince wakes up and finds out he killed you with his own hands... he will go mad! He will wish he were dead!"

As Pei Yunjing's confidant, Han Zheng knew all too well how much Tang Li meant to his master.

That was fate, a fate even more important than the entire Great Sheng Empire.

Tang Li stopped in her tracks, looked down at the trembling hand that was gripping her skirt tightly.

She slowly squatted down, extended her equally cold hand, and gently but firmly pried open Han Zheng's fingers, one by one.

"Commander Han."

Tang Li's voice was soft, almost ethereal in the strong wind, yet it carried a moving tranquility:

"You saw it too."

She raised her head, her gaze passing through the wind and snow, landing on that lonely, desperate figure in the distance, a figure that was self-destructing:

"He's almost at his limit."

“If I don’t go, he will die from exhaustion right now, or… he will completely turn into a monster who only knows how to kill and never wake up again.”

"But..." Han Zheng wanted to say something more.

"No buts."

Tang Li stood up, her blood-stained red dress fluttering in the wind, like a spider lily blooming in a desperate situation.

"Throughout this journey, whether facing assassins or snowstorms, he has always been the one protecting me."

"He said that as long as he doesn't die, I have nothing to fear."

Tang Li's eyes were slightly red, but a gentle and poignant smile curved her lips:

"Now, he is sick, and he can't find his way home."

"So this time..."

"It's my turn to protect him."

After saying that, she didn't look back and resolutely stepped into the heart of the snowstorm, filled with the aura of death.

step.

Two steps.

With each step she took, the suffocating pressure of the sword energy intensified, stinging her cheeks.

When Tang Li was about ten steps away from Pei Yunjing, she stopped.

She bent down and pulled something out of her boot.

It was a finely crafted, sharp dagger, capable of cutting through iron like mud.

It was a dagger that Pei Yunjing personally gave to her before she set off, so that she could use it for self-defense and even to commit suicide in dire straits.

At this moment, this was her only weapon, and her only reliance when facing that "beast".

However, Tang Li hesitated for only a moment when she looked at the dagger in her hand.

Holding a weapon won't protect you from a frightened, enraged beast that's hostile to the whole world.

On the contrary, that will only incite his stronger aggressive urges. It will only make him feel—you want to kill me too.

"Pei Yunjing..."

Tangli muttered to herself, her fingers loosening.

Clang—

A crisp metallic clang rang out on the deathly silent snow.

She threw the dagger far away, and it fell into the snow, disappearing from sight.

She let down her guard and opened her empty hands.

She wanted to approach that thorny demon with an absolutely harmless and gentle demeanor.

She's gambling.

I'm betting that even if that man goes crazy or becomes insane, he'll destroy the world...

Deep within his subconscious, in the ruins of his collapsed soul, is there still a trace of—

My love for her.

"I am coming."

Tang Li took a deep breath, faced the deadly sword edge, and took another step.