Chapter 350 – Blood Moon in the Sky, Shocking Changes

Whisper.

In the night sky, a blade slowly unsheathed, silently reflecting a pair of sharp, imposing eyes.

They appeared cold and filled with murderous intent.

Unbeknownst to others, this faint, almost imperceptible sound was like thunderous roaring to the Cremation King, making his hair stand on end.

He looked up!

Shocked!

Under the bright moon, dark clouds gradually dispersed.

A pair of silver wings, a full two zhang wide, quietly emerged. Bathed in the moonlight, they seemed like a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, offering more than just visual delight.

Instead, the Cremation King’s gaze inexplicably shifted downward, unable to conceal his horror as he discovered an unbelievable truth.

At that moment, Sophia spun wildly in place and flung out a golden figure.

“Do not let grievances and grudges cloud your heart, or else I, Ye Kuang, will draw my sword without mercy!” Ye Kuang roared.

In an instant, his body plummeted rapidly, the howling wind and thunder roaring deafeningly in his ears.

It could be said that Ye Kuang’s mind was now devoid of any thoughts, only replaying the scenes from earlier: Gao Qing’s uncertain fate between Life and Death, Pang Hu and Ling Yun fleeing with astonishing speed, Zheng Xiucai’s whereabouts unknown, and only two of the dozen bodyguards left barely clinging to life…

The accumulation of these infuriating facts shattered Ye Kuang’s rationality, no matter how patient he usually was. His rage now ran wild, consumed by the thrill of vengeance.

Cremation King: “Damn it! How can my ultimate move fail? I refuse to accept this!”

As he spoke, the Cremation King was already exhausted, with not a shred of resistance left.

He could only watch helplessly as a cold, silent presence approached, suddenly blooming into a crimson flower. Beneath its seemingly exquisite appearance lay endless killing intent.

In his sight, a figure slowly sheathed the blade, turned around, and strode away without looking back.

Sophia, who had been gradually descending from mid-air, approached Ye Kuang and revealed an indescribable emotion.

As did the two remaining bodyguards, weeping bitterly as they clung to the mangled corpses.

At that moment, all arrogance and self-respect seemed to vanish in an instant, merging completely with the entirety of the Cremation King’s life.

Yes, merging!

If time existed at that moment,

it must have been the second hand ticking forward, one second… two seconds… ticking slowly and steadily.

Unbeknownst to others, Ye Kuang’s brows suddenly furrowed, forcing him to turn abruptly and gaze at the Cremation King.

For in the darkness, an overwhelming sense of resentment and unwillingness suddenly spread, filled with countless intertwined emotions, followed by a silent, faint ripple of destructive energy.

Sophia: “Ye… Kuang, I… feel… my entire body trembling.”

Three seconds!

Four seconds!

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle. Grabbing Sophia’s hand, he mustered all his strength and fled frantically.

Five seconds!

Six seconds!

From mid-air, his hysterical shout followed: “Run!!! Great danger approaches this place… great…”

Seven seconds!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

At that moment, the Cremation King’s entire body began to burn, emitting a chilling sound like bamboo cracking in fire.

Eight seconds!

Nine seconds!

Only then did the two remaining bodyguards snap back to reality, hearing the strange noises before turning their heads to look.At the same time, the ticking of the second hand echoed imperceptibly throughout heaven and earth.

Ten seconds!

Boom… Hiss-crash!

As these thunderous explosions suddenly rent the sky, they abruptly awakened countless slumbering souls.

The scene that unfolded now appeared like a pillar of fire reaching toward the heavens, piercing through the clouds.

Surrounding it were countless rings of flame soaring upward, dyeing everything across half the sky.

The previously invisible wind had now materialized into visible form, traceable to the naked eye.

Resembling layers of swirling crimson tails, it was comparable to the arrival of a legendary great demon.

The bright moon, originally cold and dazzlingly brilliant, suddenly transformed in an instant.

Like eyes weeping blood, gazing upon all realms. Or like a crimson firmament, manifesting in the sky as a wondrous phenomenon.

Wave after wave of scorching heat surged forth, violently disturbing the balance of heaven and earth.

Following the first wave’s impact, even someone as powerful as Ye Kuang couldn’t avoid spitting blood, while Sophia appeared similarly thunderstruck.

Buzzzzz!

At this moment, the surrounding world seemed devoid of all sound.

Only an endless ringing in the ears remained, a mournful dirge resonating across ten miles.

It could be said that only now did Ye Kuang regain some awareness, forcing himself to stand while grimacing in pain.

One had to admit that this Tycoon, the Cremation King, was truly ruthless – preferring to leave no trace of his own remains rather than let his opponents escape unscathed.

Meanwhile, Sophia gradually opened her eyes, her pale complexion suggesting severe illness.

But when her gaze fell upon Ye Kuang, she found him equally ashen-faced.

As their eyes met, both clearly remained shaken by the experience.

Had Ye Kuang not sensed danger and fled beforehand, they would likely have shared the fate of their bodyguards – completely turned to ashes, vanishing without trace.

Ye Kuang: “That old bastard was really vicious…”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but feel strangely emotional, muttering to himself: “But at least we accomplished our mission and finally eliminated that trouble.”

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Sophia’s pupils dilated sharply as she fixed her gaze on the celestial phenomenon beneath the night sky.

Suddenly feeling someone tugging his sleeve, Ye Kuang asked in confusion: “What are you doing?”

“No, look at the moon! Why does it feel different from usual?” Sophia gasped in shock.

Hiss!

Ye Kuang initially paid little mind, but the next moment he too began trembling inexplicably.

They saw the pillar of fire piercing the sky, while below it gradually dissipated. Above the crimson firmament appeared what seemed like a barrier, isolating this region’s Void.

This sudden spectacle was witnessed by all the hidden masters throughout Northern Huan.

Elsewhere.

Within Northern Huan, in a Courtyard House, an aged figure suddenly gazed into the distance, sharp eyes flashing like arrows, appearing both intimidating and profound.

“Hahaha, the Broken Army has appeared in this realm. Now we await only the greedy wolf and the seven killings!”

Regardless of who this ancient figure might be, even all the Tycoons beyond this domain experienced startling changes in their expressions.

The bloody sun crimsoned, anomalous phenomena arising simultaneously.

For whenever a star falls among their ranks of Tycoons, they experience a certain mystical resonance.

This wasn’t mere telepathy, but rather a warning transmitted through some predestined connection: the fall of a Tycoon signifies the approaching chaos.

Meaning the new generation and the old guard would engage in Life-Death struggles for the position of Tycoon.Unaware of all this, Ye Kuang’s heart was entirely preoccupied with the safety of those scoundrels like Pang Hu. During this time, it was only natural that he experienced some emotional turmoil.

“Senior… um… well… those who survive a great disaster are bound to have good fortune later. So, uh… how about…”

“What’s with all the ‘um’ and ‘uh’? What are you trying to say?”

Sophia sounded rather confused as she spoke.

It must be said that although Sophia appeared to be at that age when young girls harbor spring dreams and have boundless fantasies about a beautiful future, she was actually completely inexperienced when it came to matters of the heart.