Chapter 691: Death

"Feng Zhihuan."

The voice of the youth in the imperial robe was extremely piercing, lingering in the tranquil night.

Unlike other Asha disciples, Feng Zhihuan possessed the ability to fly thanks to her artifact, the Phoenix Ceremonial Nine Heavens Robe, but she did not dare to speed through the air.

The target was too large!

Lu Ran held the Fate-Linking Mirror in one hand, constantly refreshing it as he flew in search of her.

"Feng Zhihuan, stop hiding. It's about time; it's time to hit the road."

The youth in the imperial robe sounded like a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell, calling out the woman's name over and over again.

Accompanied by the "rustling" of swaying leaves, it was enough to make one's hair stand on end!

Behind a large tree, Feng Zhihuan gripped her Golden Crow Weeping Blood Bow tightly, suppressing the restless divine weapon.

She could control the golden bow firmly enough.

What she feared was the bow spirit suddenly darting out to alert the enemy.

"Quiet!" Feng Zhihuan transmitted her thought, burning with rage. "Do you want that little bitch to die?"

In an instant, the Golden Crow Weeping Blood Bow ceased its trembling.

Feng Zhihuan's expression was gloomy, her phoenix eyes filled with indignation as she listened to the voice coming from afar, feeling it grow more and more distant.

After a long while, the woman let out a long sigh of relief.

After the shock and anger, what remained was mostly humiliation!

Having dominated the Mountain Realm for over a decade, when had she ever been this wretched?

Yet, that damned Great Xia prodigy possessed such formidable strength!

She had seen her second husband slaughtered with her own eyes, dying so cleanly and decisively.

So humbly.

And that useless first husband...

Heh.

He could be considered a good dog.

Knowing how to buy a little time for his master was his only value.

"Found you."

The youth's low, deep words abruptly entered her ears.

Feng Zhihuan's beautiful face paled!

The moment she turned to fly backward, she swung her divine weapon halberd fiercely. By the moonlight, she vaguely saw the youth holding an ancient bronze mirror in his hand.

An ancient bronze mirror?

Was that the evil spirit artifact, the Fate-Linking Mirror?

If it was, it meant the enemy had found her long ago. Feng Zhihuan was certain that when she first heard his voice, the distance between them had definitely not exceeded five hundred meters.

And within the Sea-grade Fate-Linking Mirror, everything within a thousand-meter radius had nowhere to hide.

This little bastard!

How dare he toy with this Palace Mistress?!

The thought flashing through her mind made the anger in her heart soar.

In truth, Feng Zhihuan was overthinking it.

Lu Ran had indeed caught her on the mirror earlier, but the mountain terrain was largely the same; it was only when he noticed the woman's image disappear from the Fate-Linking Mirror that he realized he had overshot his pursuit.

"Clang!!"

The blade and the halberd collided heavily.

"Hiss," Feng Zhihuan gasped, her delicate body trembling as she felt her web between thumb and forefinger go numb.

As a peak Sea Realm expert, her strength attribute was terrifyingly high.

Yet, this early-stage Sea Realm youth had completely crushed her in terms of strength!

"Whoosh!"

The divine weapon halberd flew out of her hand, spinning rapidly and smashing through a thick tree trunk several meters away.

"Press down." Lu Ran let go, and the Eight Desolations Annihilation Blade headed straight for the divine weapon halberd.

In terms of scale and weight, there was indeed a large gap between the blade and the halberd.

But the Eight Desolations Blade was a Tier 2 divine weapon; controlling a Tier 1 divine weapon was effortless.

"Twang!"

The sound of the bowstring vibrating echoed through the quiet mountain forest!

A series of arrows darted out rapidly, piercing straight at Lu Ran.

Had it been any other enemy, Feng Zhihuan could have unilaterally declared the battle over; after all, the target was only ten meters away, and her arrows would have turned the opponent into a sieve in an instant.

But facing Lu Ran, she dared not relax in the slightest.

Feng Zhihuan hurriedly activated her divine technique, Vast Dragon Sea Domain, remaining vigilant for Lu Ran's teleportation while continuing to draw her bow, preparing for follow-up attacks.

Yet, the scene that followed completely exceeded her expectations.

The youth in the imperial robe did not dodge at all!

Not only did he not dodge, he didn't even flinch!

Immortal mist surged beneath Lu Ran's feet as he charged straight into the series of water arrows!

"Sss—"

The tails of the imperial robe fluttered wildly, snapping loudly.

The youth drew his Cloud Sea Dust Clearing Blade from his waist, thrusting straight at Feng Zhihuan's face!

Those water arrows, which should have been sharp, were like droplets falling onto a lake surface, merging into him without a sound.

Merging?!

Arrow after arrow simply disappeared into the youth in the imperial robe.

"You..." Feng Zhihuan was both shocked and furious.

Hidden beneath her shocked and angry expression was a heart twitching violently.

This scene was like the final straw that broke the camel's back!

Whether it was the Yanqing divine technique, Water Absorbs All Things, or the Sea Shark evil technique, Child of the Great Sea, no matter what the youth in the imperial robe was using, the moment he charged into the water arrows and forced his way through...

Feng Zhihuan smelled the scent of despair.

No... No!

I cannot die!

Feng Zhihuan's phoenix eyes burned, her thoughts driving her madly!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As the phoenix robe fluttered, the swords at her waist flew out one after another, stabbing straight at the youth in the imperial robe.

"Clang! Clang!"

As the imperial robe danced, the Rosy Clouds Silent Night was also unsheathed, taking on the enemy's two divine weapon swords!

Do you think my master lacks divine weapons?

Harsh sounds came one after another, and the Rosy Clouds Blade was in a state of total suppression, stabbing the enemy's divine weapon, the Beauty Sword, and pinning it far away onto a giant rock.

"Whoosh!"

The Phoenix Ceremonial Nine Heavens Robe loyally protected its master, its long tail sweeping toward Lu Ran while simultaneously carrying its master in a sharp turn.

Feng Zhihuan couldn't care about anything else; she gripped the Golden Crow Weeping Blood Bow tightly, pulled the string back fiercely, and pointed it at the night sky.

A terrifying wave of air surged outward!

Divine Weapon Domain: Golden Crow Weeping Blood!

"Jin Luyang's lover is already dead." The low, deep words entered Feng Zhihuan's ears and were also heard by the bow spirit.

The golden bow, which had been trembling violently in the woman's hand, instantly froze.

"Shut up!" Feng Zhihuan screamed, sounding quite desperate.

Arrows were her most powerful killing skill, yet in front of the youth in the imperial robe, her techniques had lost their intended effect.

Two divine weapon swords and one divine weapon halberd were being controlled by the opponent's three divine weapon blades.

Now, Feng Zhihuan's only remaining means of fighting was the divine weapon domain of the Golden Crow Weeping Blood Bow.

Yet at this very moment, Lu Ran had uttered a bloody fact.

How could Feng Zhihuan not be anxious?

"Jinlü Bow!" Lu Ran shouted in a deep voice. "Jin Luyang's lover died months ago! She died in a dungeon; she twisted her own neck!"

Jinlü Bow was the original name of the Golden Crow Weeping Blood Bow.

It was the name given to it by its original master, Jin Luyang, meaning "Golden Rule and Jade Law."

"Shut up! Shut up!!" Feng Zhihuan scolded in a rage, transmitting her thoughts madly. "Cast the spell for this Palace Mistress! Do you really want that little bitch to die—"

"Hum!!"

The Jinlü Bow suddenly trembled violently, carrying Feng Zhihuan as it flew toward Lu Ran.

The Phoenix Ceremonial Nine Heavens Robe remained loyal, trying its best to carry its mistress and dart backward.

A Tier 2 divine weapon and a Tier 2 divine artifact were locked in a struggle at this moment.

If Feng Zhihuan let go of the Jinlü Bow, she could have continued to fly backward smoothly, and with the help of the Phoenix Ceremonial Nine Heavens Robe, she could have dodged and retreated erratically.

But how could she be willing to let go?

The Golden Crow Weeping Blood Bow was one of the few things she still had to rely on!

"Come here!" Lu Ran broke the balance; he grabbed the tail of the phoenix robe with one hand and yanked her toward his chest.

Feng Zhihuan's phoenix eyes widened suddenly!

Not only were raging flames burning on Lu Ran's body, but a pair of sheep horns had grown from the sides of his forehead!

Sheep... sheep horns?

Yes! This was the Xiang Xiang Xianyang divine technique: Immortal Horn!

Perhaps even those closest to Lu Ran would never have imagined that at such a moment, Lu Ran would pull out such a technique.

Since the battle began, why hadn't Lu Ran dragged out long blade marks? Why hadn't he flung out sharp arcs of sand?

Why hadn't he used the White-Scaled Python to roar and output damage?

Because Lu Ran wanted that Tier 2 divine artifact, the Phoenix Ceremonial Nine Heavens Robe!

He wanted the garment intact!

This garment was too excellent; the protection it provided to Feng Zhihuan was almost comprehensive.

The more so, the more Lu Ran craved it.

He wanted this highly sentient, highly effective Phoenix Ceremonial Nine Heavens Robe to be worn perfectly by his fiancée.

"Baa!!"

Lu Ran let out a sheep bleat.

It wasn't mixed with any divine technique; he just purely wanted to bleat.

The two sheep horns were unusually thick; although they curled around the sides of Lu Ran's forehead, his forehead was also within the effective range of the Xiang Xiang Xianyang divine technique: Immortal Horn!

"Thud!!"

Lu Ran's forehead slammed heavily into Feng Zhihuan's forehead.

It was clearly a dull thud, yet it could shake the entire mountain forest.

Under the fire enhancement of the Raging Fire Heavenly Kui, the divine technique Immortal Horn was terrifyingly powerful!

Feng Zhihuan's water armor shattered instantly, and the Asha faction's defensive technique, Vast Dragon Treasure Armor, was in the form of a garment protecting the body; it did not have a helmet component.

What did Feng Zhihuan have to resist with?

Lu Ran not only smashed her water armor with a headbutt, but he also caused her skull to cave in.

Feng Zhihuan's mind went blank, her eyes lost focus, and she lost her combat ability almost instantly.

Her life or death was unknown.

Feng Zhihuan, who had suffered the headbutt, should have flown backward, but Lu Ran was still gripping the hem of the phoenix robe, yanking her back fiercely.

Feng Zhihuan was already facing upward; Lu Ran held the Cloud Sea Blade and thrust it from bottom to top, piercing in from her chin and out through the top of her head.

"Sss!"

The sect leader who had stood above all living beings had her skull completely pierced!

The battlefield, which had been fiercely killing, suddenly fell into a silence.

"She... dungeon... she... she died?" A stuttering voice imprinted itself into Lu Ran's mind.

The Jinlü Bow hung by Lu Ran's side, an illusory figure appearing, its palm pressing on Lu Ran's wrist, asking with a trembling voice.

Lu Ran held the Cloud Sea Dust Clearing Blade, still piercing Feng Zhihuan, suspended in mid-air.

He turned his head to look, his heart trembling slightly.

Jin Luyang!

The bow spirit's image was still Jin Luyang.

He was tall and slender, with a parted hairstyle, and should have had a pair of bright, spirited eyes.

The last time they met was in the capital, at the awards ceremony for the first Great Xia prodigies.

Never did he expect that, meeting again...

Lu Ran could only recall his appearance through the divine weapon bow spirit.

"Dead? She died?" the Jinlü bow spirit asked again.

Asking a question to which it already knew the answer.

The Jinlü bow spirit didn't believe that the Great Xia's number one prodigy would lie to it, but it also didn't want the woman who had made vows of eternal love with its master to die miserably in a dungeon.

Lu Ran was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "My condolences."

"Jin Luyang's" expression was dull, the illusory figure flickering in and out of existence.

For over a year, it had endured humiliation, been forcibly occupied by the enemy Feng Zhihuan, worked for her, and followed her obediently every day.

In exchange, it received such an ending...

The Jinlü Bow, suspended in mid-air, seemed to have lost all its strength.

"Snap."

The bow spirit dissipated, and the golden bow fell to the ground.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 692 =====