Chapter 13339 You shouldn't save him

Then, Hun Wuxu punched forward fiercely. That fist seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth, and with endless might, it collided fiercely with Zhang Ruochen's spear.

boom!
There was a loud bang, which made everyone's eardrums buzz. Zhang Ruochen's spear was once again blown away by this powerful force, and the spear drew a beautiful arc in the air, almost slipping out of his hand.

Zhang Ruochen himself was also knocked back by this force, like a kite with a broken string, and finally crashed heavily onto the wall of the Burial Heaven Great Wall again, making a dull sound.

This scene shocked everyone present. Hun Wuxu's strength was truly unfathomable! Although Zhang Ruochen was extremely brave, he still seemed too immature in front of Hun Wuxu.

puff!
A trace of blood slowly climbed out from the corner of Zhang Ruochen's mouth like a tenacious vine, staining his resolute chin red, and also reflecting his paleness and powerlessness at the moment.

Hun Wuxu, the seemingly ordinary warrior, now approached like a mountain. He walked to the city wall step by step, raised his hand that seemed to control life and death, and slapped Zhang Ruochen with an expressionless face.

This palm was like the god of death's scythe, hanging above Zhang Ruochen's head. As long as it fell lightly, it would be able to reap the life of this young warrior.

Zhang Ruochen, ah Zhang Ruochen, you used to be so brave and fearless, but now you can only struggle feebly, trying to stand up from this abyss of despair.

But the severe injuries on his body were like heavy shackles that locked him firmly to the cold city wall. Even the strength to stand up seemed so luxurious, let alone fighting back or blocking the fatal blow.

"Sorry, everyone. It looks like I have to arrive early for this trip." Zhang Ruochen's eyes slowly swept across the crowd. His smile was filled with bitterness and unwillingness, just like a dandelion blown away by the wind. Although it tried hard to bloom, it could not resist the trick of fate.

This smile, like a sharp knife, instantly pierced the hearts of everyone in the Demon Suppression Mansion. Grief, like a violent storm, swept across the entire venue, causing everyone's heart to sink to the bottom.

The companions who had fought side by side with Zhang Ruochen, the teachers who had watched him grow step by step, all had tears in their eyes at this moment, wishing they could rush forward immediately and pull him back from the brink of death.

“No! Zhang Ruochen, you can’t leave us like this!” Some people roared, some cried, and more people rushed towards Zhang Ruochen without hesitation, wanting to use their strength to hold up a sky for him.

However, the strong men of the older generation were entangled by the strong men of the Soul Clan and could not escape. They either looked at each other with helplessness and anxiety in their eyes, or clenched their fists, hating themselves for being powerless. This scene was both tragic and helpless, and it made people sigh.

Long Yingtian, the powerful man who once dominated the world, was now like a trapped beast, roaring and screaming, but the voice seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Hun Wuxu's indifference.

His eyes seemed to be ignited by endless sorrow, and two lines of blood and tears slid down his cheeks. They were a deep attachment and reluctance to part with Zhang Ruochen, as well as endless anger and hatred towards the Soul Clan.

"No... Hun Huan, you remember this!" Long Yingtian's voice was hoarse and resolute, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "If Zhang Ruochen dies, I, Long Yingtian, will massacre the Hun clan and leave no one alive! I will make the entire Hun clan pay the price for his death!"

His eyes seemed to have turned into two burning flames at this moment, which were anger and despair. He knew very well that Zhang Ruochen was cultivated by him, just like his son, and was the softest part of his heart.

Now, seeing this young man who was like a son to him about to die, his heart ached more than anyone else's.

Hun Huan, the powerful man of the Hun clan, just sneered, and that smile was full of ridicule and disdain for Long Yingtian.

"If he dies, you will follow soon, so there is no need to be so angry, because you have no chance." His voice was cold and cruel, like a sharp knife, stabbing into Long Yingtian's heart.

Finally, that moment arrived. Hun Wuxu, the seemingly calm but terrifyingly powerful warrior, finally landed his palm.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to tremble, a horrifying sound resounded through the sky, and the earth collapsed instantly under this force, as if even the heaven and earth could not withstand the impact of this force.

“Ah——” Long Yingtian waved the Mo Dao in his hand like crazy. The Mo Dao seemed to have life in his hand, and every wave of it was carried with endless murderous intent and anger.

However, even with his frantic attack, the originally stable formation began to crack under this force, just like the defense line in his heart, which completely collapsed at this moment.

At this moment, Long Yingtian seemed to see Zhang Ruochen's smile, which was his last smile and his farewell to this world. Long Yingtian's heart was filled with endless grief and anger. He swore that no matter how much it cost, he would make the Soul Clan pay for Zhang Ruochen's death.

"Long Yingtian, you lunatic! Priests, increase your output quickly, don't let this lunatic disrupt our plan!" Hun Huan's face turned pale in an instant, and he shouted at the top of his voice, with a bit of urgency and anger in his voice, as if he was irritated by Long Yingtian's madness.

“Not dead! Your Excellency, look! Zhang Ruochen is not dead!” At this extremely tense moment, a cry of surprise suddenly erupted from the crowd, like a flash of lightning that cut through the dull air.

Long Yingtian's arms, which were waving wildly, suddenly stopped. His eyes instantly became sharp, as if they could penetrate through all obstacles and reach the top of the distant city wall. He saw a man standing proudly on the top of the city wall, holding tightly in his arms the person he had been thinking about most, Zhang Ruochen.

"Ling Xiao! Good boy, well done!" A bright smile instantly broke out on Long Yingtian's face. There was both surprise and gratitude in that smile, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

That's right, it was Ling Xiao, the guy who seemed cynical but actually thoughtful, who stepped forward at the critical moment and saved Zhang Ruochen. This scene moved everyone present, and even the originally indifferent priests could not help but look at him with admiration.

However, Hun Wuxu's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

He stared at Ling Xiao on the city wall, his eyes seemed to be able to spit fire: "Humph, why bother saving him? He will die sooner or later anyway, and so will you. If you know what's good for you, come down and fight. Otherwise, I will kill all the people in the Demon Suppression Mansion here!"

This is not an exaggeration or fabricated nonsense.

Look at Hun Wuxu's aura that is as steady as a mountain and unfathomable. His every move reveals a powerful force that makes people's heart flutter.