Chapter 735: Extra Chapter 2: What Hero Are You Pretending To Be?

I fixed my gaze on Zhan Jiao'e's wrinkle-filled brow, my steps kicking up wind as I raised the Coffin Nail and charged at her.

Zhan Jiao'e offered no resistance; she closed her eyes, her expression actually carrying a hint of relieved joy.

This surprised me greatly.

Know that this is a demon who, to stay alive, can choose over nine lifetimes to use extremely cruel means to steal others' yang and yin lifespans.

She willingly became an unforgivable nine-lifetime evil person, willingly accepting heavenly punishment for it.

She wanted to live, even if only as a living corpse.

Yet at this moment I actually saw on her face a longing for death and liberation—how strange!

Just then, a chilling, intimidating cold surged from behind me.

This icy Yin Cold Qi pierced straight into the depths of my soul, as if from the eighteenth level of hell, making me involuntarily frown.

What's going on?

I suddenly realized this direction… was exactly where Zhao Zixun, back then, performed his ritual, sacrificing his battle spirit to protect me while his physical body entered meditation, a place of confinement!

Zhao Zixun…

I was about to turn around to look, but in that instant I had to start doubting the true meaning behind Zhan Jiao'e's words.

Something major must have happened on Zhao Zixun's side.

"Wanwan, don't look back! Rush forward! Do what you want to do!"

Just as I was about to turn my head to look, Zhao Zixun's voice sounded, carrying a hint of suppressed pleading.

Indeed, something was wrong on Zhao Zixun's side.

Such intense Yin Cold Qi couldn't be formed by an ordinary natural environment; it seems related to the Nether Realm.

"Wanwan, after two lifetimes you've returned here, able to cut down your enemy—this has always been my expectation. Finish her, completely end everything about the lifetime evil person, and also fulfill this unfinished task for me; don't let my earlier sacrifice go to waste, don't hesitate again, don't be bewitched, move forward bravely!"

Blood and tears streamed down; I could feel his weakness from Zhao Zixun's voice, I really wanted to turn my head to look at him, but his words made me dare not turn back.

I'm afraid.

Afraid that if I glanced over, I would no longer be able to gather such immense ghostly power to deliver the final lethal blow to Zhan Jiao'e.

Zhao Zixun was still encouraging and urging me.

But at this moment Zhan Jiao'e burst into manic laughter, shouting: "How ridiculous! A mighty Upper Realm War God reduced to this, divine status fallen, war god shattered, only one step away from eternal damnation—Zhao Zixun, even now you're still pretending to be a hero? I'm ashamed for you!"

"What nonsense about descending from the Upper Realm to undergo tribulation? What nonsense about coming with a mission? In my view, you're just a piece of trash discarded by the Upper Realm!"

"You can't kill me, can't destroy me entirely, you can't protect the woman you love—instead you dragged yourself down, you're unworthy of the title 'Upper Realm War God'; you've lingered all these years just waiting for that foolish girl's soul to return to her true form so you can devour it..."

"Shut up!"

I really couldn't bear to listen any longer!

Grief, fury, and the outrage at Zhan Jiao'e's arrogant laughter, plus the insult to Zhao Zixun, all turned into a surge of hatred in my heart; I could no longer tolerate even a moment, I tapped the tip of my foot, leapt up, raised my hand, the Coffin Nail fell, and I viciously drove it into Zhan Jiao'e's brow.

Black mist mixed with blood kept pouring out from Zhan Jiao'e's brow.

Zhan Jiao'e was still laughing.

She laughed and laughed; in her aged eyes, tears mixed with blood streamed out.

"I'm liberated, I'm finally liberated!"

"One lifetime of greed, nine lifetimes of absurdity, wandering alone through life, in the end it's nothing but a fleeting dream; I thought I could defeat heaven with my own strength—haha, laughable, the most laughable person turns out to be myself..."

The black mist gradually spread, covering Zhan Jiao'e's entire face.

I watched and listened, inexplicably feeling somewhat unwilling.

Have I done something wrong?

Such a lifetime evil person, although she ultimately didn't truly reach the final step of nine lifetimes of evil, letting her just escape like this is really too cheap for her.

Over these nine lifetimes, she has killed far too many people.

Mere annihilation as ashes and smoke—how could that erase her crimes?

Not enough! Far from enough!

"Wanwan, dodge! Quick!"

Zhao Zixun's warning rang out again; at the same time I felt a force behind me supporting my Soul Body, directly pushing me toward the right-side dark place.

Before I could react, a thunderbolt from above the abyss exploded, immediately followed by heavenly fire shooting like a meteor straight at Zhan Jiao'e.

The entire Nine Nether Abyss instantly lit up like daytime.

Zhan Jiao'e's incredulous scream rang out: "Why? Why!"

Why would she receive heavenly punishment when she was about to be liberated?

Why, at the final moment, does heaven still refuse to let her go?

I sneered coldly in my heart, immensely satisfied—why?

Isn't this what she deserves?

Coffin Nail soul-lock, heavenly thunder bombardment, heavenly fire scorching—unceasing.

This is Zhan Jiao'e's retribution!

It's not that retribution doesn't come; the time just hasn't arrived yet!

I hid in the dark place; my Soul Body also felt some intimidation from the heavenly thunder, but it wasn't fundamentally harmed.

At first, this part of the abyss was too bright, too bright.

The red-white light blocked everything, making me unable to see anything.

But as Zhan Jiao'e's cries grew weaker, the red-white light also gradually dimmed a bit; then I could make out the surroundings.

It was then, after over a hundred years, that I saw Zhao Zixun's physical body once again.

No, Zhao Zixun's soul has already returned to his body; sitting cross-legged there is a complete him.

At the moment I saw him, my gaze could no longer be moved.

I stood up, wanting to rush forward bearing the residual might of the heavenly punishment; I wanted to throw myself into his embrace and hold him tightly.

This time, I never want to let go of him again.

But as soon as I moved, Zhao Zixun noticed: "Don't come over! Wanwan, hide back, don't get close to me!"

I froze for a moment, puzzled: "Why? Zhao Zixun, I... I really miss you."

"Don't get close to me!" Zhao Zixun said sternly, "The heavenly punishment is about to end; Zhan Jiaoe will be reduced to ashes after enduring the heavenly punishment. You have two paths to choose: one, return to your true form, immediately enter seclusion to cultivate, soon cultivate a spiritual body and revive the Nine Abysses; two, I have already made a deal with Xiao Jiu Zhanggui and the Ferryman; the Ferryman will ferry you across the Wangchuan River and send you for reincarnation, Wanwan, in your next life..."

"I don't want it!" I said firmly, "Zhao Zixun, I don't want to choose either path; I only want to be with you, even if you need to devour my true form, restore the war soul, and return to the heavenly court, I am willing!"

Zhao Zixun let out a sigh: "Silly girl, I never thought of devouring your true form, nor of returning to the heavenly court; I... only wish for you to be well."