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It was evident that Ren Pingsheng, the "father" of the master, had never offered an antidote before using poison.
Rong Fu snorted, his True Qi surging within him. He changed his palm technique and attacked Nie Qiuyuan and Luo Dachun once more.
Under the harassment from Ren Pingsheng, Nie Qiuyuan and Luo Dachun's techniques became chaotic. The air around them was filled with poison, requiring their full concentration to resist its invasion, which put them at a disadvantage.
After exchanging several moves, Rong Fu seized an opening. With a sharp shout, he sidestepped and struck fiercely at Luo Dachun's back.
This strike was immensely powerful. Luo Dachun was currently covering for Nie Qiuyuan, blocking a fierce attack from Ren Pingsheng's long scythe. Avoiding this blow was nearly impossible. Nie Qiuyuan had just received a strike from Rong Fu and was already exhausted; he could not provide support in time.
A faint smile appeared on Ren Pingsheng's face. If he could eliminate Luo Dachun first, it would be the most ideal situation for him.
The four individuals on the battlefield had formed an intricate entanglement; none could escape the other's grasp. The only one left with the freedom to act was me.
Without a second thought, I used my lightness skill to leap forward, positioning myself behind Luo Dachun. I summoned all my strength and struck out with both palms to intercept Rong Fu's blow.
Rong Fu sneered coldly, showing no signs of holding back; instead, he increased his force. The others gasped in shock, and Nie Qiuyuan shouted "Zhenzhen!"
In that moment of contact between my palms and Rong Fu's, I felt as if every bone in my body would shatter and my organs were about to turn inside out. The impact sent me flying backward for several yards until I crashed against the golden door with a loud thud.
I spat blood onto the door and then began to cough up more blood uncontrollably, feeling as though I might expel every drop from my body. The disparity in strength between me and him was monumental; it was like trying to stop a rolling wheel with a mantis arm. Fortunately, my peculiar training allowed me to instinctively absorb and dissipate some of his palm force during our clash; otherwise, I would have been utterly crushed.
However, having taken that blow, I couldn't assess the extent of my injuries or whether I would survive. After the initial agony subsided, my senses suddenly dulled, leaving me incapable of judgment.
So there I sat against the golden door, sliding down weakly to the ground while continuously spitting blood, staining everything around me.
Nie Qiuyuan let out a frenzied roar and turned to rush toward me but was intercepted by Rong Fu, who sent him flying back with a single palm strike.
Luo Dachun attacked Rong Fu fiercely with his knife, but both were clearly rattled. This only worsened their situation as they struggled to break free from Rong Fu's control.
Then came a long howl; it was Ren Pingsheng’s long scythe suddenly changing direction and launching an attack toward Rong Fu.
"Ren Pingsheng," Rong Fu exclaimed, "I knew you harbored ill intentions from the start. You're even more detestable than the Black Tortoise. Why not use you as a target today!"
Ren Pingsheng remained silent, abandoning any clever tactics and instead unleashing his full power, launching a fierce assault on Rong Fu like a torrential storm.
The scene unexpectedly turned into a three-on-one situation. Unfortunately, the three lacked coordination and were each too agitated, resulting in their combined efforts still falling short against their opponent.
My vision blurred as I vaguely observed everything around me, my mind gradually losing its ability to think. As for what would happen next, whether we could achieve victory, or if I would leave my autumn behind, I couldn't comprehend these questions nor muster the strength to worry about them. I only felt an increasing chill surrounding me.
Though they were fighting, I somehow felt Nie Qiuyuan's voice lingering in my ears. He kept calling my name with an urgency that was almost unbearable. I had once been captivated by that voice. He murmured, "Zhenzhen, wait for me. Zhenzhen, please don't go. It will be alright; everything will be alright."
It will be alright; I hoped so too. I wished for us to win, for peace in the world, and for the chance to live our lives steadily in the future. Ordinary was best; extraordinary was fine too, as long as we could be together and still have time to cherish one another.
Gradually, Nie Qiuyuan's voice enveloped me and melted into me. Suddenly, I felt something intensely warm surging into my body, like water from a hot spring slowly flowing through my veins, gradually circulating and reaching every corner of my being.
Wherever this warmth flowed, it awakened every sensation in my body. The feeling it brought was devoid of pain; instead, it was an overwhelming comfort. All pain vanished under this warm tide as it seemed to mend my body in a miraculous way.
I opened my eyes in astonishment only to find myself surrounded by a faint crimson glow.
Even more astonishingly, I noticed five tall figures had appeared out of thin air beside me, standing quietly in a row.
To be precise, they could not be called "humans," for their bodies were golden and transparent—clearly not real humans but some kind of apparition. Yet even so, it was clear they were five elderly men with white hair and long beards, exuding an irresistible aura of authority.
This spectacle was so shocking that the four individuals engaged in a life-and-death struggle paused momentarily after exchanging blows and leaped back a few steps to catch their breath.
At that moment, I heard human words for the first time since entering Ruteng Rehai. The five elderly figures did not speak aloud; instead, a voice emanated from behind the golden gate.
"Destined One, we pay homage on behalf of the five clans and ensure peace in all directions!"
I looked up in surprise again and saw those five golden figures bowing their heads in unison, each performing a deep bow towards me.
I felt a surge of energy flowing within me, as if I had never suffered any internal injuries. I was surprisingly clear-headed. What was happening? Could it be that something had fallen from above and hit me on the head?
Wait a minute, what did they mean by "Destined One"? Why were these Five People bowing to me?
"Destined One," isn't that mentioned in the ancient texts of the Buddhist Hall? To seal the Disaster Gate, it’s not enough to have just the two who inherited the Sacred Artifact; they also need to find the "Destined One" to help channel their power and seal the Disaster Gate deep into darkness.
Could it be that this "Destined One" refers to me?
How was this determined? Why had all of this suddenly appeared?
A shock ran through my heart. "Blood of Life." Could it be that blood was still the reason behind all of this?
Now, my surroundings were stained deep red with my own blood. Yes, this great door. According to the instructions in the book, it needed the blood of Nie Qiuyuan or Luo Dachun to open. So, did this area also have the function to determine the blood of the "Destined One"?
The standards were indeed high. Five real images had appeared; even Qiu and her descendants had not received such treatment. Judging by their ages, appearances, and demeanor, these five before me were likely the last generation of Five Clan Leaders.
At that moment, I suddenly felt a burning heat on my back.
I reached back to touch it and found that it was the object I had carried since leaving the Buddhist Hall, radiating warmth—the Ancient Divine Bow left behind after the Hou Yi Statue shattered.
I felt my body moving not by my brain but directly guided by my heart. Slowly, I rose from the ground, removed the Longbow from my back, and took an arrow from my quiver. Drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, I aimed at Rong Fu before me.
Everything around me fell into silence, leaving only the sound of the bowstring being drawn back.
In my heart, there was only one thought: we must win; only by winning could I obtain everything I desired.
The Holy Divine Bow was enveloped in a layer of pomegranate-red light, radiating warmth. I had never shot an arrow before; I had no experience with bows in modern times either. Yet somehow, a force guided me, allowing me to stand firm and draw back the bowstring effortlessly.
Suddenly, golden light erupted from the five golden figures. That golden radiance inexplicably connected with me, and I felt a mysterious power continuously pouring into my body.
Rong Fu looked at me in surprise, his brows suddenly furrowing tightly.
I had no idea what I looked like now, but every person behind me stood tall and imposing, like gods descending to the mortal realm. They must have felt an intense pressure.
I took a deep breath and shouted, "Rong Fu, prepare to meet your end!" I relaxed my right hand, and with a clear twang of the bowstring, an arrow shot forth, glowing with golden light, speeding toward Rong Fu.
I didn't even consider the issue of aiming because there was a voice in my heart telling me that this was the way to go, that it would definitely work.
The sharp arrow flew accurately toward Rong Fu but posed no threat to Nie Qiuyuan, Luo Dachun, or even Ren Pingsheng.
Rong Fu raised both palms, energy surging through his body, causing his sleeves to billow. He let out a loud roar that shook the entire hall slightly. With a push of his palms, a powerful force surged toward the arrow's direction.
Under my unwavering gaze, the flying arrow collided with Rong Fu's palm force, suddenly exploding like a bomb, producing a violent explosion and dazzling light.
With two loud crashes, two pillars in the hall broke apart, and part of the ceiling collapsed, filling the surroundings with flying dust and debris.
When I could see clearly again, the once Ruthless Hero was kneeling on one knee, clutching his chest as blood gushed from his mouth in torrents. (To be continued...)
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