MTLNOVEL Chapter 345: Last Words
Chapter 345: Last Words
The accumulated thunder and cold energy in Jun Lingtian’s body grew too overwhelming, causing his movements to slow down with each passing moment.
In the end, he was unable to resist any longer, his body frozen in place as the ice and thunder energy overwhelmed him. One sword strike after another pierced through him, leaving him like a sieve, his skin blackened and covered in thick layers of ice. His grip on the Flame Emperor Sword wavered, unable to hold on.
Luo Xue had effectively transferred the cold and thunderous energies from her own body into Jun Lingtian’s body, but unlike her, Jun Lingtian did not possess the same resilience.
Luo Xue, holding her Zhenyuan sword, looked at the once mighty Holy Emperor Lingtian, now reduced to a tragic figure, and asked in a cold voice, “Ling Tian, do you have any final words?”
With just a slight motion, she could trigger the release of the remaining thunder and cold forces within him, ending his life.
Jun Lingtian smiled faintly. “Final words? It’s too early for that!”
Lin Fengmian shouted anxiously, “Be careful!”
But it was already too late. In his final moments, Jun Lingtian let out a cold snort. “Shake the Divine!”
Luo Xue felt an overwhelming force of divine consciousness surge towards her, shaking her soul, leaving her disoriented and engulfed in confusion.
“Devil’s Form Retains Shape!”
On the other side, the Heaven-Soaring Sword Saint, his body frozen and blackened, suddenly radiated a burst of golden light. A golden illusory figure flew out from his body – Jun Lingtian’s soul had separated.
With a cold gaze, he pointed his finger like a sword, unleashing torrents of fire and sword energy toward Luo Xue.
Lin Fengmian rushed to substitute for her, gathering the last of his strength to intervene. With a flick of Zhenyuan, he triggered Jun Lingtian’s final attack.
“Burial of the Immortals!”
Endless thunder and cold surged out from Jun Lingtian’s body, completely severing his life force. But even in death, his soul, fueled by undying hatred, hurtled toward Lin Fengmian with all its fury, a searing mass of fire and sword energy aimed directly at his forehead.
Lin Fengmian was helpless. There was nothing he could do but watch as Jun Lingtian’s fiery soul approached him.
Although Jun Lingtian was already as good as dead, Lin Fengmian knew that he would still be grievously injured.
The finger aimed at Lin Fengmian’s forehead stopped just before making contact. A look of regret and relief flickered in Jun Lingtian’s eyes.
He had the chance to take Lin Fengmian down with him, but in the end, he chose to dissipate all of his remaining power.
The towering flames turned into mere embers, and the warm breeze blew past Lin Fengmian without leaving a scratch.
Jun Lingtian’s soul mocked, “Kid, even a tiger puts its full strength into hunting a rabbit, let alone slaying a Saint. What makes you think you deserve a chance to say your last words? This is my last lesson to you – never hold back.”
Lin Fengmian had no reaction. If it had been him, he would never have made such a mistake, but it was Luo Xue who had let down her guard, overconfident in her victory.
“Are you stunned?”
Jun Lingtian chuckled, and with a flick of his finger, Lin Fengmian’s mask shattered, revealing his true face for the first time.
“You are indeed exceptionally handsome. No wonder you have captured the hearts of my two daughters.”
His soul returned to his lifeless body, slowly dissipating.
Lin Fengmian, reassured that Luo Xue’s life was no longer in danger, let go of his tension and fell into a deep sleep. The burden of the previous battle had been too much for him, and he no longer had the strength to continue watching.
After regaining her composure, Luo Xue took control of the body. She cast a complex glance at Jun Lingtian.
“Why did the Holy Emperor hold back in the end?”
Even if Jun Lingtian couldn’t kill her, he could have severely injured her, leaving her to die in Junlin City.
“Why give me the chance to say my last words? Consider it my way of repaying you. Dragging you down with me would be meaningless; it’s better to leave you with a favor.”
“You don’t have to feel indebted to me. We had a fair competition, and the victor deserves to claim the throne. It was just that I was outmatched.”
“If you hadn’t given me the chance to speak, I would never have been able to strike. We’re even.”
Jun Lingtian didn’t harbor any hatred towards Lin Fengmian. In fact, he even felt grateful that he was able to die in such a grand way, rather than wasting away in some meaningless prolongation of life.
As for how the world would mock him? He didn’t care.
He abided by the law of the jungle: the strong survive, the weak perish. If someone was stronger than him, he would accept it.
If Lin Fengmian had been the stronger one, he wouldn’t have hesitated to take Lin Fengmian’s life.
Luo Xue raised her hand and reformed an ice mask, her expression complicated as she retracted the field.
So this is what it truly means to be a practitioner of the dark path?
Though they treated human life as nothing, they discarded rules, followed their whims, and revelled in revenge.
As the dual realms of Darkness and Ice faded, the world was left with the dazzling Sacred Fire Imperial Court. Its golden light stretched for miles, illuminating the entire area.
The bewildered crowd below erupted in cheers: “Great! The Holy Emperor has won!”
“I knew the Holy Emperor couldn’t lose! Long live the Holy Emperor!”
“His Majesty has never been defeated in his life, how could he lose now?”
Jun Chengye couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Wonderful! Long live Father! Who was it that said Father would lose just now?”
Amidst the cheers of the entire city, only Jun Yunshang’s tears fell, her voice trembling as she spoke, “Young Master Ye…”
Jun Fengya’s eyes dimmed as well. She didn’t know who she hoped would win, but her heart felt heavy with a vague sense of discomfort.
She sighed softly, “Even you… can’t perform a miracle this time?”
In the midst of the celebration, someone suddenly shouted in horror, “Look at the sky! The Holy Emperor’s domain is collapsing!”
The others, startled by this cry, looked up and realized that the Sacred Fire Emperor’s domain was indeed collapsing.
“This must be an illusion. How could the Holy Emperor lose?”
“No way! It’s impossible, I must be dreaming!”
…
But the falling Heavenly Fire and the crumbling Sacred Fire Imperial Court told a silent story – Holy Emperor Lingtian had been defeated!
One by one, the officials fell to their knees, their faces ashen, mourning the loss of their sovereign.
“Your Majesty!”
“Holy Emperor!”
It was well known that when the lord of a realm died, the realm itself would dissolve. Now that the Sacred Fire Imperial Court was collapsing, it was clear that the Holy Emperor had perished, unable to sustain his domain.
“Stand up, Father will not lose!” Unable to maintain his composure, Jun Chengye grabbed one of the kneeling officials and angrily scolded, “Get up, you’re cursing my father!”
Usually so refined and gentle, he now lashed out, punching and kicking the man and shouting, “I’ll have your entire family executed! Get up now!”
“Stand up, all of you! You traitors! My father cannot lose! This is just an illusion of that person!”
No matter how he raged, it could not change the fact that the Sacred Fire Imperial Court was collapsing.
Fire descended from the heavens, turning into golden light and vanishing as it touched the ground. Spiritual energy rained down on the world, replenishing the heavens and the earth.
With the dissolution of the Sacred Fire Imperial Court, people finally saw the true scene in the sky.
There was Ye Xuefeng, holding a sword, looking elegant and transcendent, almost like a heavenly being.
And there, Holy Emperor Lingtian’s vitality had completely vanished, his body blackened and his soul scattering into golden light, vanishing into the air.
Jun Lingtian’s bold voice echoed across the land: “Junyan’s people and everyone else need not mourn or seek revenge for me. I fought this battle with great joy!”
“I accept my defeat; I lost fairly. According to our agreement, the Flame Emperor Sword is yours, and the world is yours!”
Luo Xue shook her head, her expression complicated, “Sorry, I have no interest in imperial power. You can look elsewhere for a new ruler.”
A flicker of disappointment crossed Jun Lingtian’s eyes, but he said nothing more.
His charred body shattered, and golden blood flowed from the cracks, surging toward the Flame Emperor Sword in his hand.
He was sacrificing the remainder of his strength into the sword, leaving it for its next master.
With his remaining energy, he weakly lifted the sword, “I have no time left. How about you choose the new Holy Emperor for me?”