"For you, we must have met a long time ago."
"But for me, from the moment we parted, for a full six years, I have seen you a total of eleven times!"
"Counting this time, it's twelve!"
Qian Renxue's cold voice, carrying endless chill and surging anger.
Wang Zhong's lips pressed together, his gaze fixed on the other party. The movement, so often reminded by Bibi Dong, was instinctively adopted.
His feet parted, hands behind his back, his back straightened to the utmost, like a spear plunged into the earth, tall and unyielding.
A once true companion, now coming with fury and chill, he truly didn't know how to face her with what attitude and demeanor.
Her purplish eyes fixed on Wang Zhong, who stood perfectly straight before her, feeling a bearing completely different from his past innocent nature emanating from him. Qian Renxue took a deep breath, her eyes becoming resolute and firm.
They were no longer the naive selves of the past. With reality and emotions at play, the word "friend" was too heavy.
With a wave of her jade hand, the wooden plank in her grasp flew towards Wang Zhong.
He reached out and caught it, looking at the patterns on it, his pursed lips growing even more bitter.
The large tree, once drawn by him, was marked with a big cross. The small figure representing himself now had the patterns of twelve small swords in front of it.
Judgment!
Not just one sword, but twelve swords!
"Why?" Her emerald green eyes trembled, and Wang Zhong's voice was hoarse.
Qian Renxue's attitude and decisiveness made him feel the pain of a friend turning into an enemy.
Moreover, he still didn't know why.
"Why! Because each of these holy swords is your harm and betrayal towards me!"
The Angel Holy Sword materialized in her palm, pointing directly at Wang Zhong. Qian Renxue gritted her silver teeth, her anger soaring.
"No, I didn't!"
This statement made Wang Zhong vehemently deny it. For every friend who treated him sincerely, he wished to hold them in his palm, how could he betray or harm them.
"Didn't? If not, then why did you take everything from me!"
Qian Renxue roared, a faint mist rising in her purplish eyes.
Yes, Wang Zhong had taken everything from her, all that related to motherly love.
Those things should have been hers!
"No! I didn't!"
Wang Zhong desperately denied it. He racked his brain, recalling every event related to Qian Renxue, but could find no trace of where this so-called taking of everything originated!
"No!"
"I saw everything, and you tell me no!"
Her body transformed into a stream of light, arriving before Wang Zhong in an instant. The Angel Holy Sword in her hand cleaved down from the air. The surging, scorching soul power, carrying extreme sharpness, struck down heavily.
Qian Renxue was serious.
A Overlord Spear suddenly appeared, blocking in front of him, and collided heavily with the sharp sword edge, creating a gust of soul power wind.
"I went to the wooden cabin four times. Every time she was there, she looked at you with the gentlest, warmest smile and expression, dotingly."
"I watched all this from afar, afraid to approach!"
"Because she never treated me like that!"
"Do you know how I felt, watching all this!"
That flawless, peerless face was brought close to Wang Zhong's, her purplish eyes filled with hatred and ferocity.
The hand holding the spear suddenly trembled for a moment.
Wang Zhong stared fixedly at the perfect, heroic, and beautiful face before him. His emerald green pupils suddenly froze for a moment.
They looked so alike!
Their eyebrows, lips, and contours had at least seventy percent similarity!
"I heard you were banished to Death Canyon. My worry and unease made me disobey my grandfather's orders and flee from the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace to find you!"
"But what did I see!"
The Holy Sword slashed horizontally, its powerful force and surging golden soul power violently repelling Wang Zhong several meters.
"I agreed to her request, to become someone else, and infiltrate that imperial courtyard, enduring darkness and loneliness, all for her to be able to look at me properly."
"But she never went to the Imperial Palace! The place she always went to was Death Canyon!"
Her figure flashed, Qian Renxue disappeared from her spot, and reappeared before Wang Zhong.
The Angel Holy Sword in her hand, without regard for anything, swung down heavily. The sword light was like lightning, each one stronger than the last. The sword energy was like snow, cold and sharp.
As Qian Renxue wielded the Holy Sword, she roared angrily.
"She taught you demeanor, she taught you strategy, she taught you everything a Holy Son of the Soul Hall should have in terms of means, bearing, and ruthlessness!"
"She poured all her love onto you!"
"I have nothing! I have nothing!"
"All I have is loneliness and darkness!"
The momentum of the sword grew more ferocious, but also more chaotic. It was less like a battle and more like her wildly swinging her sword, venting all her unwillingness and resentment.
"That should have been mine!"
"But you stole it!"
"As a friend, you stole all of it!"
Her angry voice turned to sadness and grievance at this moment. Tears welled up in Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes.
Her only friend, right before her eyes, stole the motherly love she constantly craved and yearned for. Who could understand such pain and bitterness!
In the endless darkness and loneliness of the Imperial Palace, she endured everything alone. She thought that when the mission was complete, she would receive something of what she longed for.
Even a little bit!
She wasn't greedy.
But in that Death Canyon, shrouded in death and chaos, there were people laughing and enjoying themselves in harmony!
That scene of intimacy and doting, akin to a mother and son, was truly like a knife piercing her heart, a pain that went to the marrow when she first saw it.
"I have seen you twelve times, and I have suffered twelve times, which is why I etched those twelve swords representing judgment."
"Because this is the betrayal and harm you have inflicted upon me!"
"Today, I will return it all to you!"
The tears in her eyes were burned away by soul power. Qian Renxue gritted her silver teeth fiercely, her gaze hardened.
She raised the Holy Sword high in her hand and swung it down heavily at Wang Zhong.
Looking at the lingering tears in Qian Renxue's eyes, and the hidden grievance and unwillingness deep within, Wang Zhong sighed softly. He dispelled the Overlord Spear in his hand, spread his arms, and offered no resistance.
"I'm sorry!" This was the only thing Wang Zhong could say at this moment.
He, too, was greedy for Bibi Dong's mother-son affection!
This defenseless posture made Qian Renxue's expression suddenly change. The strike she had unleashed in mid-air was abruptly diverted, cutting into a nearby tree. The tree snapped, and then came a sound of metal clashing.
"Tsk, what rotten luck!"
"I thought I was going to watch a good show, but who knew this sword would sweep it all away!"
"Such a disappointment!"
"But it doesn't matter, dying early or late is still dying, it just means no pre-meal entertainment!"
A hoarse voice, mixed with chewing and swallowing sounds, brought an endless stench of blood. Malice and killing intent surged like a tide.