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Chapter 22: Our End Would Not Be Beautiful

The night was as dark as water.

Mudan rushed through the alleys between buildings while carefully avoiding trash bins, cardboard boxes, and soda cans along the way to prevent making any noise that would alert anyone to his location.

His burly figure had returned to a normal human size, but Mudan was covered in horrifying burn-like injuries.

"What level of Thunder Law was that?!"

Damn it!

Mudan spat out a mouthful of blood; he was really having a bad day.

He hadn't encountered any members of "The Wardens", but instead ended up clashing with another demonic cultivator!

However, at this moment, Mudan suddenly felt something was off.

He saw it, he saw his elongated shadow flickering on the ground.

He saw it, he saw the shadows crawling up the walls, flickering in and out of sight.

There was a light source, a light source rapidly approaching from behind him!

Feeling utterly terrified, Mudan turned around and saw the nightmarish figure once again.

The silver-haired girl leaned forward, her delicate and graceful upper body, her slender eyebrows tightly furrowed, her pupils emitting arcs of blood-red electricity. Her entire body was glowing, resembling a thunderous dragon in the deep alley, charging towards him.

Her clothes fluttered, exuding an aura of impending doom.

Chen Yanyu's adorable little face was filled with unprecedented coldness.

"Die!"

From between her shining white teeth, she uttered a sound like the cracking of ice!

Her beautifully manicured nails turned red as she clenched her small fist, which she then smashed towards Mudan.

In a mix of shock and anger, the man's body expanded grotesquely, forming a flower-like barrier.

However...

Bang!

Mudan's distorted reflection on the wall seemed to be missing a piece, and then...

Bloody red droplets scattered like a torrential rain, mixed with shattered bones and flesh, splattering all over the wall.

Even the once pitch-black reflection now appeared eerily blood-red.

In the narrow alley, half of Mudan's body was crushed by Chen Yanyu's punch, revealing a sinister spine like that of a centipede.

He was sent flying into the air by the force of the punch, staring at the young girl in disbelief.

What a terrifying power!

It was the power of a dragon!

In his trembling eyes, Mudan saw the holy horns above the girl's head.

A dragon! Why did I provoke a dragon?! Are dragons really real in this world?!

With all his might, Mudan activated the "Blood Demon Refinement Art" to repair his damaged body. The flesh and blood crawled and connected like worms, healing at an incredible rate.

"Don't think you can escape!"

Chen Yanyu's slender and fair fingers gripped Mudan's ankle as he flew in the air, slamming him against the wall, shattering the entire low wall of the alley.

She seemed different from when she was with Lu Qingchuan, or perhaps, rather than different, her true self was like this, and she only acted differently in the presence of Lu Qingchuan.

Using her power, the dragon girl was destroying everything around her with her heart filled with despair and pain, and when everything was done, she sat down upon the messy ruin, her head bowed down, tears running down freely from her eyes, crying just like how a normal girl her age would be.

Originally, the dragon girl did not behave like this.

But, she saw Lu Qingchuan covered in blood.

The young girl extended her crystal-clear fingers, her golden pupils swirling with storm-like fury.

A fierce thunderous pillar shot out toward Mudan in the debris of the walls.

But she found out that there was no trace of Mudan in it, it’s empty.

Mudan has escaped.

Right now, it’s Mudan's sheer will to survive that is able to let him keep going on despite the numerous fatal injuries he received.

This girl... she's too terrifying! She's not human, someone with this amount of strength couldn't be one!

He must escape... From the very start of his life, each day, he was belittled and chewed on by those high and mighty people, and at the lowest point of his life, he had finally been granted the power to fight back against them, he would not go down without any resistance.

Even though he knew he was going to die here.

Even though he knew he had reached a dead end.

He would try his best to survive, even if it’s only for a single hour.

With only half of his body left, Mudan staggered towards the end of the alley.

Bang!

A small thunder beam pierced through Mudan's leg, causing him to fall to the ground.

Mudan turned back in shock, looking at the snow-haired girl walking step by step towards him.

Why... Why did the thunder beam become smaller?

Right... right... with such great power, such earth-shattering power, she probably couldn't use it continuously.

So the scale got smaller, but it's also possible...

That she thinks that killing me with that huge blast of thunder is not cruel enough, and instead, she planned to torture me first with smaller lightning first!?

Chen Yanyu had no expression on her face, raising her fist numbly.

"Miss Chen!"

Lu Qingchuan, who had hurriedly chased after them, witnessed this scene.

He was equally astonished as the girl's long hair fluttered and her face turned cold as ice.

But despite shouting as loud as he could, the girl kept going, acting as if she didn’t hear the sound of the man.

Lu Qingchuan regretted it.

He regretted it deeply.

Lu Qingchuan rushed over and embraced Chen Yanyu from behind.

In his haste, his left hand seemed to press against her chest, feeling the elastic softness there.

Lu Qingchuan felt the girl's body temperature turning cold. He tightly grasped Chen Yanyu's delicate wrist, leaving red marks on her fair skin.

"Enough, it's enough," Lu Qingchuan's voice was gentle but filled with remorse.

He shouldn't have done this to Chen Yanyu... a girl who would get tipsy after just a couple of sips of juice, a silly girl who would get dizzy after a wall collision with me. Why did I... let her...

Let her come here to kill?

It was Chen Yanyu's first day in the mortal world.

"Miss Chen... it's okay, it's alright. I'm here, I'm here. You need to calm down, don't kill anyone. It's not worth your time to deal with those bullies. Let me handle it..."

But Chen Yanyu seemed to be lost in her thoughts, her icy voice tinged with helpless sorrow and grievance, said:

"I want to kill him, I want to kill him. Then, then, I'll go watch a movie with Lu Qingchuan."

She seemed to be talking to herself.

Ah... she had indeed been talking to herself all this time.

Because no one had ever spoken to her from childhood till now.

Lu Qingchuan's eyes reddened, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Miss Chen... Chen Yanyu! Chen Yanyu! I'm right here! I'll go watch a movie with you! Stop!"

His young voice sounded like a passionately struck piano.

Chen Yanyu's body suddenly trembled, and she turned her head in disbelief, her wrist going limp.

"Lu Qingchuan?"

"It's me," Lu Qingchuan finally let out a breath and smiled, "It's me."

"Wuwuwu..."

Chen Yanyu threw herself into Lu Qingchuan's arms with enough force to cause both of them to fall down on the ground. Her head was tightly against Lu Qingchuan's chest as she sobbed loudly, choking for breath.

"I thought, I thought you were going to die!"

Chen Yanyu's clothes were soaked in Lu Qingchuan's blood, but she didn't seem to care.

Her silver hair was damp with sweat and blood from Lu Qingchuan's chest, yet she felt warmth.

"How could that happen?" Lu Qingchuan gently embraced Chen Yanyu, speaking softly, "This is not a TV drama; no scriptwriter can just send me off to the afterlife.”

Chen Yanyu cried intensely, her delicate shoulders shaking uncontrollably. It took a while before she calmed down, but she still sobbed from time to time.

Lu Qingchuan smiled happily, patting Chen Yanyu's shoulder. "Don't cry; we need to leave now."

From far away, the sound of police car sirens started to sound.

Lu Qingchuan helped Chen Yanyu up and looked at Mudan, who was lying on the ground, the half dead man body is trying to repair it’s injuries by itself despite having only half of his body left.

"This is it for me huh?"

The man stared at Lu Qingchuan, at the two of them, and grinned, but unlike before, this time, the smile that he gave is not filled with any malice, instead, it’s like the smile of a man who is free of burden. "Heh, I finally able to see through you."

With his face covered in blood, he let his head fall down to the asphalt below him, and let out a sigh, before letting out a quiet whisper, but loud enough for Lu Qingchuan to hear it.

"You practice demonic techniques just like me, yet, unlike me, your heart is not ruthless enough for it. kid, listen, let that power go, otherwise, sooner or later, you'll die a miserable death."

Lu Qingchuan seemed to be in a daze as he heard that.

Then, from the shadows beneath his feet, a cluster of pitch-black calamitous flames sprang forth and swiftly burned Mudan to ashes.

At the last moment, Lu Qingchuan's eyes darkened as he softly said, "Perhaps you are right, for demonic cultivators like us, our ends are quite miserable, and you are no exception to that.”