Chapter 979 - 979 979 Regretting Too Late

Chapter 979: Chapter 979: Regretting Too Late Chapter 979: Chapter 979: Regretting Too Late Mo Ling’er’s sword truly pierced through the Third Elder’s heart.

Feng Wuchen initially wanted to resist, but he noticed that Mo Ling’er’s attack suddenly changed direction, and in the end, it struck the Third Elder.

Feng Wuchen couldn’t believe his eyes.

What exactly happened? Why did Mo Ling’er’s sword aim at the Third Elder?

“Mo Ling’er… you…” The Third Elder’s face was full of astonishment; he couldn’t understand why Mo Ling’er’s sword targeted him.

“Third Elder…” Demon Wind, Fu Chenzi, and Long Can were all dumbfounded. Was this a miss, or was it intentional?

“Damn it! Mo Ling’er, what are you doing?” Blood Demon suddenly roared furiously, his eyes flashing with blood red, unable to believe that Mo Ling’er would attack the Third Elder.

Flame Dragon also found it hard to believe, completely baffled, his expression slightly stiff.

Just when they were about to capture Feng Wuchen alive, nobody expected that at the critical moment, Mo Ling’er would stab the Third Elder.

“Damn it!” The Third Elder, furious, made his move, sending a palm strike toward Mo Ling’er’s forehead.

“Boom!”

“Spurt!”

Mo Ling’er spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her form recoiling backward, while the Third Elder also fell powerlessly.

The Third Elder had never anticipated that he, a member of the Demon Clan’s triumvirate, would ultimately perish at the hands of Mo Ling’er.

“This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!” Blood Demon was so angry that he felt his lungs would explode; their well-laid plans had been ruined by Mo Ling’er.

“Mo Ling’er!” Feng Wuchen quickly leaped forward to catch the severely injured Mo Ling’er.

With one angry strike, the Third Elder had shattered Mo Ling’er’s Soul Body; blood continuously trickled from the corners of her mouth, and her injuries were so severe that even Feng Wuchen was powerless to help.

“Feng Wuchen, I regret it…” Mo Ling’er struggled to speak, her pretty face terribly pale.

“Mo Ling’er, how are you? Hang in there! Quickly take this Elixir.” Feng Wuchen said urgently, hurriedly administering a Healing Pill to Mo Ling’er.

“Feng Brother, can Ling’er still call you that? I know all this is my own doing; it’s my fault for valuing power and status too highly, leading to today’s tragic outcome,” Mo Ling’er said sorrowfully, tears continuously rolling down.

“Ling’er, don’t talk, your injuries are very severe,” Feng Wuchen said with concern.

“Feng Brother, do you know? Seeing you with Ling Xiaoxiao, my heart ached so much. That moment, I already regretted it. I was jealous that she was prettier than me, jealous that her status was above mine, jealous that Feng Brother surpassed me. I couldn’t accept it, my mind clouded, and I tried to climb higher. I didn’t want to lose, and I didn’t want others to look down on me,” Mo Ling’er cried.

“Stop talking, your injuries are too severe. I’ll help you heal,” Feng Wuchen said urgently, while he spurred his True Yuan to heal Mo Ling’er, and simultaneously used his Soul Power to protect Mo Ling’er’s Soul Body.

But it was of no effect; Mo Ling’er’s injuries were too severe.

A shattered Soul Body, unlike a residual soul, simply couldn’t be recondensed.

Mo Ling’er slightly shook her head, saying, “Don’t bother; I know my own body.”

“Feng Brother, I really regret it. If I hadn’t done that back then, I would have been the one by Feng Brother’s side. Feng Brother, I’m sorry, I know no matter what I say, you won’t forgive me, and I also know none of this can be undone.” Mo Ling’er said in anguish, now full of immense regret.

Regrettably, there’s no medicine for regret in this world, and no amount of it could turn back time.

Indeed, Feng Wuchen couldn’t forgive Mo Ling’er, not in this lifetime.

“I really was foolish, blinded by fame and fortune,” Mo Ling’er wept sorrowfully, “I truly regret it, but it’s too late for me to turn back now. I have already missed one chance, and if there is another life, I will definitely not miss it again.” Unfortunately, Mo Ling’er would have no next life.

“No, no, I will save you,” Feng Wuchen hastily said.

“Feng Brother, can… can I go back to the past? I miss the old Ling’er so much, I want to return to Unmatched City…” Mo Ling’er gazed at Feng Wuchen, her mind filled with memories of Unmatched City.

At this moment, she so dearly wished she could return to the past, wishing that none of this had ever happened.

Mo Ling’er’s breath grew weaker and weaker. She tried to reach out to touch Feng Wuchen’s face, but midway her arm fell powerlessly; Feng Wuchen’s Elixirs and Soul Power were of no use.

“I can…” Feng Wuchen took a long time to respond, but tragically, Mo Ling’er could no longer hear.

The deep sorrow pierced Feng Wuchen’s heart painfully, and the image of Mo Ling’er from the past also vanished at that moment.

As Mo Ling’er’s arm dropped, her Soul Body completely dissipated.

Mo Ling’er died.

Though Mo Ling’er had expressed her regrets, it was already too late, and she still left this world carrying that remorse.

“Ling’er!” Feng Wuchen closed his eyes in grief, the scenes of their past times together in Unmatched City constantly flashing through his mind.

Mo Ling’er and Feng Wuchen had been childhood sweethearts. Even if the events of the past had filled Feng Wuchen with hatred toward Mo Ling’er, deep inside Feng Wuchen’s heart, the image of the old Mo Ling’er still lingered.

“Boom!”

Unleashing Wu Fire, Feng Wuchen took one last look at Mo Ling’er, then gently waved his hand, a strain of Wu Fire slowly covering Mo Ling’er’s entire body.

“Ling’er, farewell. Without your betrayal, perhaps there would be no Feng Wuchen as he is today, thank you.” Feng Wuchen’s heart was profoundly heavy.

Mo Ling’er’s body slowly turned to ash and scattered, eventually completely dissolving.

“Kill them all!” Feng Wuchen growled in a low voice, his fierce rage surging tremendously, a wild killing intent soaring to the skies.

“Retreat!” Blood Demon shouted angrily, holding back his rage.

Before Flame Dragon and Long Can could react, Blood Demon, Demon Wind, and Fu Chenzi vanished in a flash, turning into a black mist.

The mission to seize the Primordial Ancient power had failed. If they didn’t retreat now, once the powerful figures of Dragon God Palace arrived, it would be too late for the Blood Demon and his cohorts.

The formidable power of Wild Panther wasn’t to be taken lightly.

“Master, your injuries are severe, you should return to heal,” Flame Dragon said. The Blood Demon and his cohorts possessed the highest movement technique of the Demon Clan; even Flame Dragon and his companions struggled to hold them.

“Dragon Venerable, please leave the master alone to have some quiet,” Long Can communicated telepathically, seeing that Feng Wuchen was in a terrible mood.

Flame Dragon nodded slightly, and the two then vanished in the blink of an eye.

“Ling’er, may you rest in peace, leaving this world may be better for you, I hope you live better in another world,” Feng Wuchen thought silently to himself.

Feng Wuchen and Mo Ling’er’s relationship was decisively severed at this moment.

Mo Ling’er was merely a passerby in Feng Wuchen’s life, and Mo Ling’er’s betrayal had sealed the fact that Feng Wuchen would hold no more affection for her.

After an unknown amount of time, as the light of day gradually faded, Feng Wuchen finally took flight and left.

Feng Wuchen wasn’t overwhelmed with grief at Mo Ling’er’s death; it was merely sadness.

Mo Ling’er’s death had further strengthened Feng Wuchen’s resolve to annihilate the Demon Clan.