Supreme Emptiness

Chapter 1813: Chapter 1852: Kindred Spirits Once More

Red Sleeves stood silently in front of Jiang Fan, both hands cupping the yellow leaf.

The leaf was in her hands now.

It had been even easier than expected.

Central Earth would lose its will to fight after losing its strategic objective, and the war would quickly come to a halt.

The elites of the Asura Nine Clans would thus be preserved.

She would, for having rendered great merit, receive a reward from the Other Shore Realm Master.

Yet, why did she feel no joy at all?

Especially as she looked at this wretched state of Jiang Fan, a state she had never seen him in before, an indescribable sense of guilt rose in her heart instead.

Jiang Fan had borne the hopes of the Central Earth Army, fought with everything he had to kill his way here, only to be personally ended by her in the end.

Jiang Fan must hate her, right?

Their past ties, at this moment, must all have come to a full stop, right?

A stab of pain rose from the depths of her heart.

Hoo~

Suddenly.

A cold gust of wind swept past her side, shooting toward Jiang Fan.

It was a Three Crowned Asura King who couldn’t wait to kill Jiang Fan for merit.

Red Sleeves raised an arm and, without even turning her head, sent the other flying, her voice low as she said:

"You think you’re worthy to kill him?"

The restless Asura Kings didn’t even dare breathe too loudly.

They were all people familiar with Red Sleeves from her time in the Heavenly Realm, and knew her character well.

Yet Red Sleeves at this moment felt strange to them.

For the sake of an outsider, she was striking her own people—this was not something Red Sleeves would do.

Red Sleeves said nothing.

She tucked the yellow leaf into her bosom, then walked to the Immortal King’s Undying Bell and picked it up.

This was the World Artifact of the Angel Clan, incomparably precious.

Yet Red Sleeves stuffed it back into Jiang Fan’s Storage Device.

The Asura Empress reached out to shield Jiang Fan, gritting her teeth as she shouted:

"We don’t need your hypocritical kindness!"

"You took the yellow leaf, personally buried the Central Earth Army, and buried his life with it—what good person are you pretending to be?"

Red Sleeves remained silent.

She took out a bottle of precious healing Spiritual Liquid rarely seen in the Heavenly Realm, let a few drops fall onto Jiang Fan’s back, and only stopped when she saw his injuries begin to recover.

She turned around, not meeting Jiang Fan’s eyes, and said:

"Live well."

"You have a World Artifact; that gives you the qualification to negotiate with the Other Shore Realm Master. It’s enough to save your life."

"As for the Central Earth Army..."

Red Sleeves fell silent for a long time, then said slowly, "If you want revenge, come find me."

The Other Shore Realm Master might perhaps spare Jiang Fan alone, but he absolutely could not spare the Central Earth Army.

Their fate was not hard to guess.

And the true culprit behind all of it was Red Sleeves.

Given Jiang Fan’s character, for the sake of the Central Earth Army, he would stop at nothing to take revenge on her, right?

After speaking, Red Sleeves swept her sleeve, taking everyone with her as she left.

She feared hearing Jiang Fan’s voice filled with venomous hatred with her own ears.

Only, just as they were about to depart, a terrifying pressure of Five-crowned King Level suddenly blasted down from above the Abyss.

It was the Young Master Xue Cheng, face twisted in ferocity, his voice icy as he said, "I knew you couldn’t bear to kill this Human Clan!"

He turned into an arrow loosed from the bow, his terrifying body shooting straight toward Jiang Fan!

Red Sleeves’ expression changed drastically as she shouted, "Stop!"

She had not anticipated that the Young Master Xue Cheng would harbor such murderous intent toward Jiang Fan, even going so far as to secretly follow and monitor her.

In her alarm, she tried to take out the Yin Marrow Talisman, only to realize that she had left the camp in too much of a hurry and hadn’t picked it up.

She hurriedly switched to unleashing her Domain.

Caught off guard, Young Master Xue Cheng was struck by the Domain, and chaos immediately erupted within his soul.

But his strength far surpassed that of Red Sleeves, and he still kept his reason; his memories were not erased.

His face was full of disbelief—Red Sleeves had actually struck at him for an outsider!

Then his rage boiled over; his whole body shook as he erupted with a terrifying aura far beyond Red Sleeves, roaring:

"Bitch, you raise your hand against me for another man?"

His aura was so strong it directly triggered a powerful shockwave, tearing the space apart into patches of tiny Void fissures.

Red Sleeves’ Domain was shaken apart on the spot, and her body reeled from the impact.

Next, Young Master Xue Cheng flashed toward her in fury; before she could react, a giant hand had clamped around her throat!

Young Master Xue Cheng was beside himself with rage; gripping her neck, he flashed to stand before Jiang Fan, snarling:

"You admire him a lot, don’t you?"

"You can’t bear to kill him, can you?"

Red Sleeves knew what Young Master Xue Cheng was going to do, and hurriedly said, "Don’t, don’t kill him!"

In response, a long spear wreathed in surging Yin Qi appeared in Young Master Xue Cheng’s hand and viciously thrust forward.

Red Sleeves’ pupils shrank as she cried out, "Jiang Fan, dodge..."

However, Jiang Fan merely gave her a faint glance, then closed his eyes.

Boom——

The deafening roar of an explosion echoed out.

The furious strike of Young Master Xue Cheng was more than just piercing flesh and spraying blood.

It directly blew open a hole in Jiang Fan’s chest larger than his head.

This was even after the spear had pierced through his body and struck the Asura Empress beneath him, with most of the force being absorbed by the Asura Empress’s body.

Otherwise, Jiang Fan would already have been blown to pieces on the spot.

Even so, Jiang Fan, whose life force had already been extremely weak, let his final wisp of breath scatter away with the wind.

"No..." Red Sleeves stood there in a daze, barely able to believe it.

In her memories, Jiang Fan had always been able to turn danger into safety; facing an Asura Emperor, facing a Sage, he had always managed to escape calamity by all kinds of unexpected means.

But this time, Jiang Fan chose to close his eyes, chose to accept his fate.

Was it because she had taken the leaf and cut off the hope of the Central Earth Army, so he refused to live on in ignominy?

Red Sleeves pried open Young Master Xue Cheng’s hand and silently walked over to Jiang Fan.

She stood still, looking at the gradually cooling corpse.

After a long time, she took out the Moon Realm, crouched down, and gently placed it on his chest:

"Without your Moon Realm, it has no meaning."

"I’m returning it to you."

She slowly stood up, took one last look at Jiang Fan’s familiar face, then quietly turned away:

"Farewell, Jiang Fan."

"May we be of the same clan in our next life, and be kindred spirits once more..."

With that, she rose into the air and left.

The light outside the Abyss shone on her flawlessly beautiful face.

In the pair of charming eyes beneath her glasses, mist was welling up.

In the swaying wind, it turned into two crystal drops that slid down in silence...

Young Master Xue Cheng looked at her with smug satisfaction. "So what if I killed him?"

"You commanded the army once and think you’re the Empress of the Asura Nine Divisions?"

"Remember this! I am the future king of the Asura Nine Divisions!"

Then he looked down at Jiang Fan on the ground and said with contempt:

"What Nine Steles’ number one, what first in the Archaic Hunt—killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"

"Take the Asura Empress and his corpse up."

Among the crowd behind him, the Stone Giant stepped forward and said, "I will."

He let out a faint sigh in his heart. That youth who had ventured alone into the Southern Heavenly Realm, who had fought a bloody battle when the Giants descended, had ultimately still come to his end.

To prevent Jiang Fan’s remains from being humiliated by the Asura Kings, he would personally gather Jiang Fan’s body.

It could be considered repaying Jiang Fan for gifting him the Holy Crystal shedding.

Head lowered, he walked up to the two of them.

At this moment, under that last strike, the Asura Empress’s consciousness had also scattered.

Jiang Fan had already become a cold corpse.

He silently crouched down, just about to lift the two, when his pupils suddenly contracted as he saw that, over the chest covered by the Moon Realm, there was actually a broken golden feather floating.