Urban All-Round Master

"What!"

Staring at the Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace hanging down from the sky, Lin Zifeng could already smell an immense crisis. Sadly, in this brief stretch of Time he was unable to condense any more Primordial Energy in his body. He could only let Yao Qingjiao unleash that eternal suppression and smash it down.

"No!!!"

Nangong Bing screamed hoarsely. But it was already too late. The Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace crashed down with a thunderous boom, directly burying Lin Zifeng into the earth. Dirt exploded everywhere, blood spurted madly. The solid high platform completely caved in.

"Rise!!!"

A few traces of a satisfied, evil grin appeared on Yao Qingjiao’s old face. In his pupils, two beams of tangible cold light shot out violently.

At the Instant the Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace slammed down, in the Holy Hall, everyone from Beiming cried out in agony. Tangtang, Huahua, and Beiming Lan were even scared into crying on the spot.

"Uncle!"

"Beast!"

"Little lackey!"

"..." Everyone’s tears poured down like a flood. But everything was already too late. When the Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace came crashing down, Lin Zifeng hadn’t managed to escape from the giant pit. Even the earth was smashed to pieces. Blood sprayed wildly. Who could still hope that Lin Zifeng was alive?

"Argh!!!"

Jia Zhenjing watched with his own eyes as the Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace smashed Lin Zifeng to death. Instantly, two streaks of chilling light filled his eyes. He threw his head back and howled nonstop toward the sky.

Boom boom... The many Eastern kings joined forces, and Jia Zhenjing and the handsome guy were once more engulfed and flung away. An invisible energy knocked the man and dog to the ground. They couldn’t even crawl back up.

"Wuu wuu~ Uncle, don’t die. Uncle, don’t die. You still have Tangtang, Tangtang can’t bear for you to die, Uncle. I beg you, come back to life. Uncle." Sobbing her heart out, Tangtang clung to Liu Jiuhuang’s arms. It felt like ten thousand sharp blades were savagely slicing her heart. The wordless sorrow made everyone present feel as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was cracking.

With Lin Zifeng dead, the Holy Hall and Beiming lost their last shred of hope.

And Nangong Bing staggered backward two steps and almost fell. Her gaze was vacant, her expression wooden. The scene before her left her at a total loss. She didn’t dare believe that what she was seeing was actually real.

Bits and pieces of their past seemed to play like a movie, constantly rewinding in her mind. Perhaps it really proved that saying: just when everything is about to turn beautiful, sudden misfortune falls like a heartless blade and destroys it all.

"Lin Zifeng, you can’t die, you can’t die! You still can’t die. We still have a child. We still have an unborn child. How can you bear to abandon your wife and child and just die like this? Didn’t you promise me? That we would live a good life together in the future, for our child, for our little Princess, for our little Prince, that oath was something you personally told me. Does that oath still count now? Does it? You haven’t even fulfilled it, how can you just abandon me and leave like this? You said, if I never abandon you, you will never leave!

Could it be that all of this was just sweet talk from your mouth?"

At this very moment, Lin Zifeng’s voice from back then echoed again and again in Nangong Bing’s heart. In her mind she kept questioning over and over.

Looking at that huge, smoking pit on top of the Stone Platform, a scene of utter devastation, violet qi rising, Yao Qingjiao’s Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace had already floated back up, yet Lin Zifeng still hadn’t climbed out of the giant pit.

"No, impossible! Big Brother Lin won’t just die like this. The promise he made me hasn’t been fulfilled yet. How could he just leave like this?" Zhang Xixi was also stupefied. She stared at the giant pit on the high platform. Even though she kept comforting herself in her heart, telling herself not to be deceived by what she saw, her heart simply wouldn’t obey. It insisted on believing that Lin Zifeng was already dead.

"Little lackey. How could you just die like this." The tears in Beiming Lan’s eyes had already stopped. Her face was blank, as if her soul had been pulled from her body. Silently, she picked up a small knife from the ground, clearly with a mind to kill herself.

"Lanlan, what are you trying to do!" Beiming Huang quickly snatched the sharp knife from her hand, terrified she would do something irreversible.

"Sis, do you think little lackey might really have died just like that?" She wasn’t crying, she basically didn’t even have any expressions of worry or fear. In their place was a face full of confusion. In this life she’d never had any particularly close friends, much less good friends. Only little lackey played well with her. He cared for her in every way, and so many times he’d risked his own life to protect her. Just that affection alone was enough for her to want to follow him into the grave.

"No, no! He’s not dead!" Beiming Huang was crying as well, crystal tears hanging on her pretty face. She hugged her younger sister tightly, desperately hoping that all of this was just a surface illusion. But... it was already too late.

"Everyone, what are you still hesitating for?"

The Nine Heavens Holy Master was unwilling to let it go. Afraid that Lin Zifeng wasn’t completely dead, he slowly walked to the edge of the giant pit, trying to examine Lin Zifeng’s corpse. But when he approached and looked down into the pit, he actually didn’t see Lin Zifeng’s body.

"Could it be he was smashed into dust by Yao Qingjiao’s Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace?" The Nine Heavens Holy Master furrowed his thick brows. He put away his war bow and took two more steps forward. Unless he confirmed whether Lin Zifeng was truly dead, he would feel uneasy.

"Is he dead or not?" The Taihuang Demon withdrew the Heartless Sword and descended from the sky. Her white robe made her look like a Fairy descending to the mortal world. Her lithe, graceful figure was stained with blood. Though she had an incomparably stunning face, her nature was vicious and ruthless. No one knew how that man had abandoned her ten years ago.

"He should be dead." The Nine Heavens Holy Master shrugged and spread his hands, unsure himself whether Lin Zifeng was completely dead, so he stepped a bit closer. The pit was a full seven or eight meters deep! Violet qi shimmered; inside it was pitch-black, charred by the Flames of the Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace.

However, just as he took one more step forward and happened to look back, his pupils suddenly widened, opening slowly in shock! A black shadow of inky darkness was charging straight toward him.

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. But when he tried to look more carefully, that jet-black light had already pounced. A big hand suddenly opened its five fingers and clamped hard around his neck.

"What!"

The Nine Heavens Holy Master broke out in a cold sweat down his back, his pupils bulging. He instinctively tried to retreat, but once that large hand clamped around his throat, even struggling was difficult.

"You wanted to see whether I was dead or alive? Fine, I’ll let you see to your heart’s content right now!" Lin Zifeng’s cold, hoarse voice came as if from the Nine Nether. That icy voice made the Nine Heavens Holy Master’s body tremble. He let out a roar: "No!"

"Too late!"

Crack...

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out at the edge of the giant pit. Before anyone could react, they saw the Nine Heavens Holy Master with his back to them, his legs gradually going limp, his four limbs hanging powerlessly and twitching.

"What’s going on!"

Shen Wuheng’s pupils shone as he turned, staring at the Nine Heavens Holy Master on the rim of the giant pit. But the Nine Heavens Holy Master was tall and burly, like a wall, blocking everyone’s line of sight. When his corpse slowly toppled backward, everyone saw with their own eyes that Lin Zifeng, like the Death God himself, was slowly revealed!

At this moment, Lin Zifeng’s tight-fitting battle clothes were already tattered, his whole body covered in wounds. Yet his eyes were incomparably blood-red, even spilling out a cold gleam. His body stood straight like an unyielding Long Spear, ramrod upright and unfallen.