"Mingjun!"

"Mingjun!!"

“…”

Zhao Qixue stepped on the frost and steadily caught Ji Qianming's body. She trembled and placed her fingers under his nose, her face pale.

Dead.

He... is dead.

She hugged Ji Qianming's body in a wooden manner and fell to the ground. Everyone rushed up, and then stood there silently.

"Ji... Qianming?" Duanmu Qingyu, with gray hair on his hair, looked at Ji Qianming who had lost his breath in a daze. His figure shook and almost fell to the ground.

Wang Ruoyi bit her lips tightly and tried her best to support Duanmu Qingyu. Two lines of tears passed across her cheeks, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

Chen Shanshan dragged her seriously injured body away from the crowd and said nervously: "How is he..."

Her steps paused and she was stunned.

Chen Shanshan, Natalia, Wu Di, Park Jimin...

Everyone stood quietly in front of Ji Qianming's body, with disbelief, confusion, sadness, and anger in their eyes...

This young man created a miracle, but it was like a meteor, fleeting in a flash.

Zhao Qixue hugged Ji Qianming's body and was stunned for two minutes. Her hands surrounding him clenched her fists tightly. A wave of extremely cold frost burst out from her body. The emperor-level pressure spread uncontrollably under extreme anger.

Everyone around her felt a bone-broken chill, as if they wanted to freeze their bodies and souls together. Fortunately, Zhao Qixue calmed down her breath in time, so she did not directly incapacitate them from moving.

She gently placed Ji Qianming's body on the ground, wiped away the tears on her face, and turned her head to look in the other direction.

There, two black and yellow figures soared into the sky and killed the two half-step god kings fighting in the sky.

Zhang Fan stepped on a flying sword, and the leaves in his left eye were as dazzling as the sun. Around him were densely packed with magic weapons flying swords, with a huge murderous intent.

Hanyuhara found a broken mecha from somewhere and flew into the sky with half of the body engine. The yellow Yuori was clamoring in the strong wind, with each person and a knife, and the same murderous intent was overwhelming.

"I told you not to come." Zhang Fan frowned slightly when he saw Hanyuhara who was beside him.

"You can come, why can't I come?"

"That's the half-step God King, aren't you afraid?"

Hanyuhara smiled, her eyes narrowed, "So what about the half-step God King? I dare to kill my brother, even if the God King comes, I will... shoot a knife to the sky!"

Zhang Fan was silent for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Okay! Then we... let's go crazy together today!"

The two of them flew across the sky like streaming light. Just as they were about to arrive at the battlefield of the Half-Step God King, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Zhao Qixue's eyes were red and she stood in the air, standing in front of the two of them, with a cold face.

"It's you?" Zhang Fan recognized Zhao Qixue and spoke in surprise.

Zhao Qixue looked at Zhang Fan and nodded slightly, "Your name is Zhang Fan? Where are you planning to go?"

"kill."

"revenge."

Hanyuhara and Zhang Fan spoke at the same time. Zhang Fan paused and continued, "Please give way."

Zhao Qixue was stunned. Although the two teenagers in front of her did not shed tears or felt sad, from their eyes, she felt anger and grief that was stronger than anyone else.

Under the calmness of the surface, there is a shocking murderous intent!

They don’t understand the worldly ways, they only know whoever kills their brothers will kill whom!

"You will die."

"No need to worry."

Zhao Qixue shook her head, "I can't let you die. If he comes back one day... he will definitely be very sad when he sees you die."

Hanyuhara and Zhang Fan were shocked when they heard this and looked at each other, "What do you mean?"

"He won't die, he will definitely come back." Zhao Qixue looked into the eyes of the two and said seriously, "So, you can't die."

"Leave the revenge...just leave it to me!"

"You..." Zhang Fan was about to say something else, Zhao Qixue waved his arm lightly, and the extremely cold Bingxue instantly sealed the two of them in the ice, and flew towards the ground under her control.

Zhao Qixue took a deep breath, clenched her fists, turned to look at the battlefield of the Half-Step God King. Her eyes as pure as ice and snow were full of murderous intent!

"Ji Qianming... I hope you didn't lie to me, otherwise, I want you to look good!" She muttered in a low voice, quietly wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and then stepped on the frost and killed the half-step gods!

In the battlefield of the Half-Step God King, Feng Ruoli struggled to support himself while fighting against two. Although Zhao Qixue had just been exposed to the power of the emperor, it was still okay to hold down a Half-Step God King.

The strong wind and ice frost were combined together, suppressing the two half-step god kings. Feng Ruoli found an opportunity and cut out a wind blade and took off the head of a half-step god king. Then Zhao Qixue also used ice and snow to freeze the other half-step god king into an ice sculpture and shattered it.

With the defeat of the two half-step god kings, the battlefield in Shennongjia was truly victorious. After about two or three minutes, the support troops arrived at the battlefield. While taking the wounded back for treatment, they began to re-arrange defense measures against the two realms of Shennongjia.

"Please wait a moment." An injured Gou Chen soldier suddenly spoke on the stretcher. Without waiting for the medical staff to react, he jumped off the stretcher and stared in one direction.

There, a teenager's body was carefully carried onto a stretcher, a piece of black background and gold-patterned fabric with Gou Chen Academy's heraldic emblem was gently covered on his body, and was carried onto a black van by two logistics team personnel.

Many soldiers who could move freely came over and surrounded the teenager's corpse, with serious expressions, and pairs of eyes staring at the teenager under the black cloth, with awe and sadness in their eyes.

Today, they witnessed the birth of a king and his disappearance.

"Brother, drive slowly, be steady. The one behind is our Gou Chen's Mingjun." The soldier staggered to the driver of the van, handed over a cigarette, and said solemnly.

Although the driver was unclear, he took the cigarette and nodded under the gaze of the warrior.

In the battle of Shennongjia, Gou Chen won. Although the victory was too tragic, they still won.

On this battlefield, there are blood and swords, broken magic weapons, burning mechas, and dead companions...

A surviving warrior stood among the ruins, looking up at the sky, tears slid across his cheeks, and he murmured to himself.

"We... keep it!"

As if he was afraid that those companions who died in battle would not hear it, he took a deep breath, and the next moment, a loud voice echoed throughout the battlefield!

"We, keep it!!"

"Stay!"

"We won!"

"Hahaha, the wastes of the God Realm! Have you seen it! How strong is our earth, our Gou Chen!!"

“…”

The voice of the warrior was like a fuse, igniting the hearts of all survivors, and countless cheers followed closely and resounded throughout the sky!

No one noticed that in this messy battlefield, there was a broken mirror, and in the mirror, there was a boy in black.
Chapter completed!