Chapter 1540 - 1537: Fang Wushang Arrives Just in Time

Although Bai Zhuotian fought back desperately with his Two-Handed Sword, he was no match for Fang Wushang at all.

They only saw the tip of Fang Wushang's sword trailing countless streaks of light through the air, slicing and piercing his body over and over at a terrifying speed. Even Ye Qiu couldn't see the trajectory of the attacks at all. He could only stare blankly at that blue-clad angel whose sword danced like she was performing.

It was just too beautiful. Fang Wushang whipped her black hair, her whole body wreathed in flames of anger, expressionless as she chased her enemy—her figure was beautiful to the extreme.

"Guah! Wuaaaah!"

By now Bai Zhuotian was already panicking, flailing his sword wildly in his hands, completely unable to touch Fang Wushang. At last Bai Zhuotian threw his sword away, raised both hands, and shouted:

"O-okay! I get it! It's my fault!"

Then he sprawled flat on the ground.

"I-I'll leave the clan! I'll never show up in front of you two again! So——"

Fang Wushang only quietly listened to his shrill screams.

Then she slowly raised the slender sword in her hand and deftly switched to a reverse grip in her palm.

Her previously relaxed right hand began to tense, lifting the sword a few centimeters higher, ready to stab down in one go into Bai Zhuotian's back as he knelt on the ground. In that instant, the soon-to-be killer let out an even sharper wail.

"Eeeeee! I-I don't want to die——!"

The sword tip stopped as if it had hit an invisible wall. Her thin body began to tremble violently.

Right now Ye Qiu could completely feel the conflict, anger, and terror in Fang Wushang's heart.

Ye Qiu knew that in this world, she had not yet taken anyone's life.

——That's right, stop, Wushang. You can't do this.

Even as he shouted that in his heart, Ye Qiu was simultaneously thinking the exact opposite.

——No, you can't hesitate. That bastard is just waiting for this moment.

The prediction came true in 0.1 seconds.

"Heeyaaaaaaah!"

The kneeling Bai Zhuotian had somehow picked up his Great Sword again, and with a sudden, bestial scream, he swung it upward.

The slender sword in Fang Wushang's right hand rang out with a metallic "clang" and was knocked aside.

"Ah..."

Letting out a brief cry, Fang Wushang lost her balance, sparks flickering over her head.

"You're too naïve——Vice Clan Leader!"

Bai Zhuotian let out a crazed roar, his sword swinging down without hesitation, metal shrieking as it cleaved the air.

"Nguh… oooh ooooh aaaah!"

This time it was Ye Qiu's turn to roar. His right leg, finally freed from paralysis, kicked off the ground, launching him forward several meters in an instant. He pushed Fang Wushang away with his right hand and used his left forearm to block Bai Zhuotian's sword.

Crack.

Ignoring the torrent of blood spilling from the severed end of his left arm, the five fingers of Ye Qiu's right hand stretched perfectly straight——

His hand blade thrust right into the opening of the armor plating. His arm felt a damp sensation as it drove deep into Bai Zhuotian's abdomen.

Ye Qiu's counterattack used the Body Technique "Heart-piercing and Lung-piercing," successfully impaling Bai Zhuotian's body. The lean body pressed close against his shook violently, then instantly went limp.

As the Great Sword clattered to the ground, Ye Qiu heard a hoarse murmur in his ear:

"You… murderer…"

Then Bai Zhuotian let out a low, mocking laugh.

Bai Zhuotian died, his body falling backward with a "clang!" and Ye Qiu also toppled back with him.

His exhausted consciousness could, for a while, hear nothing but the wind howling through the forest.

Before long, irregular footsteps crunching on gravel approached. Shifting his gaze, he could see a frail figure with an empty expression walking toward him.

Fang Wushang staggered forward with her head lowered, then collapsed to her knees beside Ye Qiu like a puppet whose strings had snapped. Though she reached out her right hand toward him, she suddenly drew it back before he could touch her.

"...I'm sorry…it's all my…it's all my fault…"

Wearing a pained expression, she forced the words out with a trembling voice. Tears welled up in her large eyes, shining with gem-like brilliance as they fell to the ground one after another. Ye Qiu's throat was parched as well, so it took great effort to squeeze out a short sentence——

"Wushang..."

"I'm sorry…I…I no longer…have the face to…see…you…"

Ye Qiu struggled to prop up his body, which had only just regained sensation. His entire body still felt unpleasantly numb from the severe injuries, but he nonetheless forced his right arm and severed left arm to move, pulling her into his embrace. Then he sealed her cherry-colored lips with his own.

"...!"

Fang Wushang's body went rigid, her hands pushing against him in resistance, but Ye Qiu used all his strength to cling to her slender frame. This was clearly already sexual harassment—if she reported him to the police, Ye Qiu would be enjoying a delightful stay in prison.

But Ye Qiu's arms showed no intention of loosening. He withdrew from Fang Wushang's lips, slid his head along her cheek, and only when he rested it against her shoulder did he whisper softly:

"My life belongs to you, Wushang. I'll live for you. I'll stay with you until the very last moment."

He tightened his injured left wrist, under a three-minute limb-loss status, around her back and pulled her closer. Fang Wushang exhaled shakily, then answered me in a small voice:

"...Me too. I'll protect you as well. From now on I'll protect you forever. So......"

In the end, Fang Wushang could no longer speak. The two of them simply clung to each other, listening to Fang Wushang's sobs.

The warmth passing between their bodies slowly began to melt the ice in their hearts.

By now the sun was already close to setting. Their embracing silhouettes were bathed in the glow of the sunset, and the trees around them had all turned red from the light, as if they were about to catch fire. If not for the end of the world, perhaps such a beautiful scene would never have been discovered.

Ye Qiu and Fang Wushang held each other tightly, paying no mind to the severed arm. Thanks to the Healing Technique, ordinary severing injuries were now no different from a cold to people these days—as long as the limb was still around and not too much time had passed, it could basically be reattached and, after recovery, be exactly as it was before.

Realizing that Ye Qiu had taken a serious injury, Fang Wushang was the first to loosen her hold, while Ye Qiu was extremely reluctant. But since it was a matter of life and death, Fang Wushang ignored Ye Qiu's pouting, helped him up, and headed straight toward the city.

Just before the sun fully set, the two finally arrived at the hospital belonging to the Lantian Clan. In less than thirty minutes, Ye Qiu walked out of the emergency room. Seeing Ye Qiu waving his left hand at her with a smile, Fang Wushang once again couldn't help but burst into tears.