Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 446: Love is one step ahead of hate after all, and made a choice for him

There was a sense of certainty in Lu Wensheng's voice that everything had been settled.

He smiled, and that smile was like the ice breaking through, revealing the rare warmth underneath.

However, Xiao Yan keenly noticed that in addition to the relief and recognition in this smile, there seemed to be some deeper and indescribable meaning, like an understanding of a certain established trajectory, or a resolute response.

Lu Wensheng then looked at Li Qinghuan who was silent beside him: "Where is Mr. Li?"

Li Qinghuan's gaze was gently cast upon the students in the distance who had spoken first and were now actively organizing and guiding the people to evacuate in an orderly manner. He watched their young but determined figures running and shouting in the chaos.

His eyes were distant, and his voice was ethereal, as if it could see through time. "There are successors, I have nothing to worry about..." He retracted his gaze and looked at Lu Wensheng, a look of relief and determination on his face. "If I were to shrink back at this moment, it would be a disgrace to the name of a saint."

Lu Wensheng's smile grew even brighter, and he said in a clear voice, "A gentleman upholds justice. Even if the road ahead is dangerous, he will eventually achieve his goal."

The eye of the formation was destined to be torn apart, and the two of them only took it as Lu Wensheng's consolation - there was no future anymore, so how could they find a home?

Li Qinghuan nodded slightly, while Xiao Yan pursed his lips and cast his gaze towards the black flood peak that was getting closer and closer, like a huge ferocious beast.

A crack appeared in the dark clouds, but not a ray of sunlight could leak in, as if some more turbulent undercurrent was surging in the shadows.

In this oppressive silence mixed with the clamor of people fleeing in the distance, Wu Feipeng looked around, his brows furrowed, and broke the silence with a hint of anxiety:

"By the way, why hasn't Mr. Xike come yet?"

His voice was particularly clear amid the howling wind and the roar of the flood, and it also expressed the heavy expectations that were hanging in everyone's heart at that moment.

Time seems to be passing rapidly along with the roar of the Xiangsheng River.

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Lin Zhuxuan had already agreed on a meeting time with Lu Wensheng and others. It was his habit to be punctual, but he never expected that a murder plan would be waiting for him on the way.

The monks sent to protect him were all skilled fighters, but the ambushers this time were so strange and brutal that they were not able to suppress them quickly at the first fight. Instead, they were entangled and unable to escape for a while. Most of the guarding force was immediately tied up.

The sharp sound of swords clashing exploded in the narrow alley, sparks flew everywhere, and every block was accompanied by a teeth-grinding friction sound.

The monk who was protecting him was tightly entangled by several "killers" in gray clothes with tricky and ruthless moves, and he could not escape for a while.

"Mr. Xike! Run first! Go to Xiangsheng River!"

A monk who had been fighting bloody battles roared loudly, and the blade cut off a cold blue light, and the sound seemed to be broken in the fierce clash of metal.

Lin Zhuxuan's heart was pounding, and he understood instantly - this killer who was so fearless and treacherous was probably not a henchman raised by Wei Liang, but more like the work of Min Xiao who was hiding deeper!

In a flash, he no longer hesitated, listened to the monks' warning, took advantage of the gap they created, turned around and ran towards the Xiangsheng River.

But his running speed is really dangerous in comparison.

Even if you have been writing and lecturing for years, how can you compare to the strength of these people who live on the edge of a knife?

The heavy breathing was like an old bellows, and every inhalation brought a burning pain in the lungs, and the legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The shouts and clash of weapons behind him not only did not fade away, but became clearer and clearer like a leech attached to his bones, and the cold murderous intent almost pierced his back.

He didn't dare look back. He only felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen. The scenery in front of him began to blur and spin. The shadow of death had never been so close.

At this critical moment, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the shadows at the side alley like lightning tearing through the night sky!

Lin Zhuxuan only felt a tightening around his waist, and a huge force instantly lifted him up. Then the world spun around, his feet left the ground, and his whole body was firmly carried on a solid back.

A familiar scent of sweat and dust instantly lingered at the tip of my nose.

Lin Zhuxuan raised his eyes in shock. Even though the outline of the face was covered with dust and splashes of dark red blood, there was no way he could mistake it!

"Zheng Xiu?!" Lin Zhuxuan exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with disbelief and trembling, "You're not..." Shouldn't he be thousands of miles away, or resenting himself?

However, the person carrying him was silent as stone and did not respond a single word.

He simply lifted the person on his back to make sure he was stable, and then exerted force with his feet.

Zheng Xiu exerted force on his feet, carrying a person on his back, but his body was faster than the most agile cheetah. Every step he took accurately avoided the gravel and potholes on the ground. Not only did his speed not decrease, but he left the pursuers who were following him behind further and further behind!

The whistling wind screamed in Lin Zhuxuan's ears, scratching his cheeks painfully, but miraculously brought a glimmer of hope for life.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and Lin Zhuxuan could only hold on tightly to the clothes on Zhengxiu's shoulders, feeling the amazing strength and an almost tragic determination transmitted by the muscles under the fabric.

Finally, the chaotic crowd outside the altar was visible from afar, with people crying, running, and pushing each other forming a vast sea of people.

Zheng Xiu didn't slow down at all until he reached the edge of the crowd, then he suddenly stopped.

He loosened his arms, put Lin Zhuxuan down steadily, and then pushed him hard from behind without hesitation!

The force was steady, carrying an unquestionable urgency, pushing him completely to the edge of the chaotic yet relatively safe crowd.

Lin Zhuxuan staggered forward two steps and subconsciously looked back.

My sight passed through the gaps in the fleeing crowd and only caught a glimpse of the tall and straight figure who turned around resolutely without any reluctance.

The figure, against the chaotic light and shadow, was like a lonely sharp sword, resolutely facing the most dense blade torrent of pursuers and rushing back.

Zheng Xiu didn't look back, nor did he even pause for a moment. He drew out the long sword with a cold glow from his waist.

The dragon's roar as the sword was unsheathed seemed to drown out the surrounding noise.

Instead of escaping to safety, he rushed towards the pursuing killer like an arrow shot from a bow, with a tragic momentum of burning himself to death, and took the initiative to counterattack!

"Zhengxiu..."

Lin Zhuxuan's call was drowned out by the noisy voices of the crowd. He felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and it was dry and painful.

The figure seemed to pause for a moment as it charged into the enemy camp. A cold voice, carried against the wind, reached Lin Zhuxuan's ears clearly:

"I still hate you."

The voice was indifferent, and the tone was as hard as ever, with a familiar alienation and resistance that seemed engraved in the bones.

However, the action of turning around without hesitation to face the blade and using himself to divert all danger had already made the most passionate choice before these cold words - love, after all, was one step ahead of hate and made the choice for him.