Chapter 1900 - 1997: The Death of Jin Zhulong
Chapter 1900: Chapter 1997: The Death of Jin Zhulong
Jin Zhulong is dead?
Fang Lin was somewhat dazed. That old fellow who had once depended on him for a long time was actually dead?
His life was so resilient, even the great calamity of the Ancient Era didn’t kill him. How could he just die like this?
Fang Lin was reluctant to believe it. What kind of person was Jin Zhulong? The one who ended the Ancient Era, the only Human Clan Demon Saint among the Demon Beasts. After experiencing so much, how could he die so easily?
Fang Lin still remembered the things Jin Zhulong had said, the blood-colored longsword that had saved him many times, and the story of Jin Zhulong’s sister. Fang Lin remembered them clearly.
But when he returned, he heard only the bad news of Jin Zhulong’s death.
For this man, both teacher and friend, Fang Lin respected deeply and never thought Jin Zhulong would die.
"Mo Shouhe killed him?" Fang Lin asked gravely.
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven nodded and said, "Besides Mo Shouhe, no one else could have killed Elder Jin."
As he spoke, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven waved his hand, and the blood-colored longsword appeared in his hand, handed over to Fang Lin.
"This is his weapon, you should be very familiar with it." The Great Sage Equal to Heaven said, with a sigh in his tone.
Fang Lin turned to look at the Clear Rainbow Sword stuck in the ground, dim and dull. Without needing to touch it, he knew this was the sword Jin Zhulong considered his life, forged by Jin Zhulong’s own sister Jing Qinghong with her life and flesh.
The sword remains, but the siblings of the past are gone.
Fang Lin reached out to grasp the Clear Rainbow Sword; suddenly a red beam flashed into Fang Lin’s body, and at the same time, Fang Lin saw Jin Zhulong’s condition before his death.
Above the ten thousand mountains, in the depths of the sky, Jin Zhulong was already covered in wounds. Mo Shouhe, on the other hand, was not in much better condition, but Mo Shouhe’s aura was gradually rising, approaching the peak state.
Though Jin Zhulong was a pinnacle of the Heavenly Mandate, only slightly inferior to Fang Lin’s mother, Bai Qingxue, facing the progressively peaking Mo Shouhe, he was still gradually overwhelmed and ultimately defeated.
However, Jin Zhulong had already done enough, keeping Mo Shouhe firmly held here and heavily injuring him before dying, causing Mo Shouhe, who was about to reach peak status, to fall down once again.
"Jin Zhulong, you may leave your final words now. Blocking my path will lead only to this kind of outcome." Mo Shouhe said coldly gazing at Jin Zhulong, his tone indifferent.
Jin Zhulong laughed heartily, his gaze fixed on Mo Shouhe, remaining composed even knowing his life was nearing an end.
"Final words? I’ve lived this long, what final words do I need? Dead is dead, and in death, I am free." Jin Zhulong said with a smile.
Mo Shouhe’s face was expressionless, and as he pointed, countless finger beams emerged, continuously piercing through Jin Zhulong’s body.
Jin Zhulong gritted his teeth, and with a sudden swing of the Clear Rainbow Sword, a massive scarlet sword beam roared out, falling on Mo Shouhe.
Mo Shouhe frowned, seemingly not expecting the dying Jin Zhulong to have such strength, and another sword mark appeared on his body.
"Rest assured, after your death, I won’t spare the Demon Beast clan either." Mo Shouhe said coldly.
Jin Zhulong was covered in bloody holes, healing extremely slowly, his strength already exhausted. Against Mo Shouhe, once a Martial Lord, it was remarkable that Jin Zhulong could hold on as long as he did.
"What I had to do, I have already done. As for the future of the Demon Beast clan, it’s not something I can concern myself with. Although you can kill me today, someday someone will be able to kill you." Jin Zhulong said with derision.
Mo Shouhe sneered coldly, "Kill me? Even if Fang Qingye and Hou Yi joined forces, they couldn’t kill me. Instead, Hou Yi died, and here I am alive. There’s no one in the world who can kill me."
Jin Zhulong chuckled, "Not necessarily."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shouhe appeared before Jin Zhulong, and a hand pierced through Jin Zhulong’s chest, crushing his heart.
Jin Zhulong did not utter a sound, at the same time a hand penetrated Mo Shouhe’s chest, injecting the remaining Demon Qi within himself into Mo Shouhe’s body.
Mo Shouhe’s expression changed, and as he kicked Jin Zhulong, he sent him tumbling down.
Jin Zhulong laughed, yet his vision grew blurry, his Demon Qi completely depleted, his vitality spent entirely, and his fate sealed.
As Jin Zhulong’s form fell towards the ground, he seemed relaxed, as if calmly facing death, but there was still regret deep within him.
With a glance at the Clear Rainbow Sword in his hand, Jin Zhulong showed a look of reluctance and guilt.
"Sister, I’m coming to see you." Jin Zhulong murmured, and the Clear Rainbow Sword emitted a mournful cry, as if bidding farewell to Jin Zhulong.
If there was one thing Jin Zhulong regretted most in his life, it was watching his own sister leap into a volcano and die.
This was a shadow that haunted Jin Zhulong all his life, torturing him until he could never break free.
This Clear Rainbow Sword constantly reminded Jin Zhulong that his own sister Jing Qinghong died because of the Human Clan’s oppression.
This was why Jin Zhulong would rather be a demon than consider himself human. He hated humans to the core, willing to ally with Demon Beasts, ultimately breaking the rules of the Demon Beast clan and becoming the first Human Clan Demon Saint.
He survived the great calamity that wiped out all beings, leading the Demon Beast clan to destroy the Ancient Era, plunging the entire Human Clan into despair.
Jin Zhulong never thought he was wrong; he only followed his heart, whether it was destroying the Ancient Era before or stopping Mo Shouhe now, he was willing.
But in this moment of death, Jin Zhulong wished more than anything that things could start over again; he wouldn’t watch his sister die, he would rather be the one who died.
Mo Shouhe stood in the air, temporarily suppressing the rampant Demon Qi within him, glaring coldly at Jin Zhulong’s fall.
The Clear Rainbow Sword’s mourning continued, its light rapidly dimming, just like the vanishing life of Jin Zhulong at this moment.
People die, and so do swords.
Jin Zhulong released the Clear Rainbow Sword, smiling as he spoke to it, "When that boy returns, follow him, and remind him of one thing: I don’t want to see him down there so soon, let him live well."
The Clear Rainbow Sword trembled continuously, and a phantom of a red-clothed girl appeared, tightly embracing the lifeless Jin Zhulong.
In the distance, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven had arrived but was powerless; Mo Shouhe’s strength made even the Great Sage Equal to Heaven suffocate.
But Mo Shouhe seemed apprehensive too, disappearing suddenly.
Looking up at the sky, Jin Zhulong fell into the ten thousand mountains, recalling the vow he made at the mouth of the volcano:
If I become a Demon Saint someday, I’ll slay a million people!