Chapter 104: Long Yue's Death

At this moment, Ye Wuming and Qiu Yichen finally arrived late, still outside the wooden house, they were startled by the scene inside the wooden house.

"Old Ye, Qiu Yichen, this is my personal grudge, don't interfere." Chen Yi He only said this to let Huang Gaoyu feel at ease.

Huang Gaoyu's five fingers were about to stab into the flesh behind Long Yue's neck.

The time left for Chen Yi He was not much. Of course, the length of time meant the same to him; he had no choice.

Because Long Yue was in Huang Gaoyu's hands.

Huang Gaoyu didn't expect Long Yue to be so important to Chen Yi He; he couldn't help feeling pleased with himself for taking this step, and today he had already decided to fight to the death.

What he wanted was not just Chen Yi He's arms!

Chen Yi He didn't know what kind of feeling he had for Long Yue; he felt he had fallen in love with Long Yue, no matter why Long Yue saved him, he had fallen in love with Long Yue, fallen in love with her sorrow.

My life was given by Long Yue; what's it to sacrifice two arms for her? Chen Yi He was confident that even without two hands, Huang Gaoyu couldn't kill him. Huang Gaoyu had already been severely injured by him on the mountaintop.

But Huang Gaoyu is a despicable villain, 'If you can't do it yourself, do you want me to help you?'

"Three."

Chen Yi He gave up resistance, he stood in place.

Huang Gaoyu shot two hidden weapons, which struck Chen Yi He's left and right arms respectively.

The hidden weapons were coated with a potent poison; after a brief, tearing pain, Chen Yi He's arms went numb at once, and they would rot within an hour.

The intense pain of the poison made Chen Yi He unable to bear it; he dropped to one knee, his arms had lost sensation, and they hung down, pointing at the ground.

Huang Gaoyu pushed Long Yue aside, then pointed the Purple Tempered Sword at Chen Yi He.

Chen Yi He had no room for resistance; he gritted his teeth, struggled to stand, bearing Huang Gaoyu's sword, and asked, 'Is that enough?'

Because of Long Yue, Chen Yi He went from being the aggressor to the passive, from winner to loser.

"Is that enough?" Huang Gaoyu grit his teeth, smiling as he countered Chen Yi He, 'Then doesn't the account of my God Sword Mountain Villa need to be settled?'

"My problem has nothing to do with Long Yue; let her go."

"At this point, you're still thinking about saving the beauty? You're crippled, you know? The Corrosive Powder will corrode your arms into a bony frame! You won't be able to lift a sword again! Hahaha!"

Bean-sized sweat droplets slid down Chen Yi He's forehead; the toxicity of the Corrosive Powder grew stronger, 'Let Long Yue go!'

"I'll send you off first!" Huang Gaoyu knew this was the best chance to kill Chen Yi He; if he missed it, he might never get another opportunity.

Huang Gaoyu thrust his sword at Chen Yi He.

The pain had already paralyzed Chen Yi He's nerves, leaving his consciousness and movements no longer as before!

Long Yue stood in front of Chen Yi He, facing him, her back to the sword!

Pu!

The Purple Tempered Sword pierced Long Yue's back, going straight through to her chest.

The tip of the Purple Tempered Sword passed through Long Yue's body, shining brightly toward Chen Yi He.

Long Yue's blood drenched Chen Yi He from head to toe.

As Long Yue fell, she landed in Chen Yi He's arms, her chin resting on his shoulder.

The bright moon pales in comparison to Long Yue's beauty.

The most sorrowful moon, the most sorrowful moonlight, the most sorrowful moonlight—all are Long Yue.

"Ah!" Chen Yi He let out a heart-rending howl! He thrust a palm at Huang Gaoyu.

That black big hand emerged simultaneously with Chen Yi He's palm.

Chen Yi He's this strength came from nowhere, yet it was unstoppable!

The toxicity of the Corrosive Powder was completely worn away!

Huang Gaoyu didn't even have time to react; he was smashed to pieces on the spot! No corpse remained, only that Purple Tempered Sword stuck in Long Yue's body remained.

"Long Yue, Long Yue!"

"Long Yue, Long Yue!"

"Long Yue, Long Yue..." Chen Yi He wailed, holding Long Yue tightly.

Long Yue leaned on Chen Yi He's shoulder, gently turning her head, wanting to press her cheek against his.

Chen Yi He actively pressed his intact half of his face against hers, feeling Long Yue's warmth for the first time.

Who would have thought the cold Long Yue was so fervent!

"Perhaps death isn't such a bad thing..."

Having said that, Long Yue forever closed her eyes, dying in Chen Yi He's arms!

"Ah! Ah ah ah! Why?!" Chen Yi He roared to the heavens! His tears flowed uncontrollably, his heart felt as if being torn apart by swords!

No one could tell him why!

Qiu Yichen couldn't bear to watch such a sorrowful scene, turned away and walked to the side.

"Wuu wuu wuu..." Chen Yi He cried uncontrollably; a big boy's tears are most precious.

"Old Ye, Old Ye!"

Ye Wuming walked up to Chen Yi He's side, lightly patted his shoulder, and said helplessly, "Rest in peace."

"Old Ye, save her, save her! Please..." Chen Yi He begged Ye Wuming.

"I am powerless."

"Right, the Heartless Pill, the Heartless Pill!"

"Her meridians are shattered; even a divine elixir couldn't revive her."

"Pu!" Overwhelmed with grief, Chen Yi He spat a mouthful of blood, he didn't care about any of this, merely muttering, "She hasn't died, she hasn't died...... she's still alive..."

But Long Yue's temperature was gradually dropping, turning icy cold.

"She will forever be with me."

"Please accept my condolences..." Ye Wuming truly couldn't find any words to comfort Chen Yi He.

After a little over two hours, Chen Yi He carried Long Yue out of the wooden hut. His steps were firm, his eyes resolute.

He carried Long Yue, stepping out of God Sword Mountain Villa step by step. Ye Wuming walked beside him, and Qiu Yichen followed behind him.

The Sword Pool at the summit of God Sword Mountain shattered in an instant, boulders rained down, smashing the villa below into ruin.

God Sword Mountain Villa was leaderless, thrown into chaos.

"Old Ye, can you keep her forever this beautiful?" Chen Yi He asked Ye Wuming.

"This... uh..." Ye Wuming seemed to have something hard to say.

"I know Zhou Ke wants you to bring him back my latest news; I am like this now, I only want to ask you this question."

"Ice Jade." Ye Wuming said.

"Ice Jade?" Chen Yi He stopped in his tracks.

"Ice Jade, it can preserve a corpse for ten thousand years without decay, for a thousand years without rot." Answering Chen Yi He was Qiu Yichen: "It is a national treasure of the Great Zhou Dynasty, only possessed by emperors of past generations."

"It can preserve a corpse for ten thousand years without decay, for a thousand years without rot? Will Long Yue stay this beautiful forever?" Chen Yi He asked anxiously. Though he had endured all the previous pressures, only Long Yue's death left him unable to accept.

"When a person dies, to rest in peace is to return to the earth; what meaning is there in preserving the corpse?" Ye Wuming countered Chen Yi He.

"She saved me, and she died for me; I want to do something for her. I want her to remain beautiful like this."