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Xuan Yang held Qu Si Yang tightly, feeling the warmth radiating from her. Never before had he felt so acutely the fragility and preciousness of life.
That was a close call!
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, which felt as if it might leap from his chest.
In that fleeting moment, he had truly sensed the threat of death; the cold blade seemed to press against his throat.
Qu Si Yang clung to him like a drowning person grasping a lifeline, tears uncontrollably welling in her eyes, sparkling like stars in the night sky.
The joy of surviving a near-death experience surged over her like a tidal wave, causing her body to tremble slightly.
At that moment, she buried her head deep into Xuan Yang's broad and warm chest, listening to the strong, rhythmic beating of his heart.
This steady heartbeat was like a beautiful melody, providing her with endless comfort and reassurance, making her feel an unprecedented sense of reliance and safety.
"We must leave this place quickly!" Xuan Yang said gravely, his voice betraying an unmistakable worry.
He knew very well that the cunning shadow had not truly perished; this terrifying enemy was surely lurking in some dark corner, watching them with keen eyes, waiting for the perfect moment to launch a deadly attack.
Its methods were as vicious as a snake hidden in the grass—once it sensed its prey let down its guard even slightly, it would strike with lightning speed, delivering a fatal blow.
Qu Si Yang nodded obediently, attempting to muster her strength to rise from the ground.
However, the harrowing experience still left her shaken; her legs felt as weak as cotton, barely able to support her weight.
Seeing her condition, Xuan Yang quickly reached out to steady her. They leaned on each other for support and slowly began to make their way down the mountain.
At that moment, the mountain winds howled fiercely, whipping around them and rustling their clothes with a haunting sound.
This noise seemed to cheer them on for their brave escape from danger while also echoing like ominous whispers from the shadows, warning them: the danger was not yet over; the path ahead remained fraught with thorns...
The trees around them swayed in the wind, producing a rustling sound as if countless spirits were murmuring. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground and adding an extra layer of eerie terror to the atmosphere.
Suddenly, a chilling and eerie voice seemed to echo from the depths of Nine Nether Hell, abruptly sounding behind the two of them: “Hmph, trying to leave? It won’t be that easy!”
The voice was like the howling wind sweeping through a deep valley, reminiscent of countless wailing spirits, carrying an icy coldness that penetrated to the bone. In an instant, both Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang felt every hair on their bodies stand on end.
A jolt ran through Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang, as if struck by a heavy hammer, and they instinctively turned around.
What met their eyes made them gasp in horror—a shadow appeared before them like a ghostly specter, silently materializing out of nowhere.
The shadow's form was elusive and indistinct, flickering in and out of sight as if it could dissolve into the darkness at any moment.
Within its Dual Eyes flickered a light filled with resentment, resembling an Evil Spirit from the depths of hell, opening its gaping maw in an attempt to drag them into the endless abyss of darkness.
“Damn it, this guy just won’t quit!”
Xuan Yang cursed furiously, stepping forward without hesitation to shield Qu Si Yang behind him.
In that moment, Xuan Yang resembled an enraged lion, exuding a powerful aura of combat readiness.
His eyes widened, filled with a fierce intensity akin to a peerless sword freshly drawn from its sheath, radiating a chilling light that made it hard to look directly at him.
Upon seeing this, the shadow merely let out an even more sinister laugh.
The laughter echoed like the haunting cry of an owl in the dead of night, reverberating through the still air and sending chills down their spines.
Then it spoke menacingly: “Puppet Master, today is your day to die!”
Before the words had even faded, the shadow vanished from sight like lightning, moving with such speed that it was impossible to track its movements.
It was as if it had never been there at all; only the chilling wind remained, swirling ominously in place.
Xuan Yang's heart sank. He knew all too well that the shadow's incredible speed was unparalleled; one misstep could lead to their demise.
He dared not show any signs of negligence and swiftly mobilized the true essence hidden within his body.
In an instant, the majestic power of the Shadow Puppet surged through his meridians like a roaring torrent, akin to a long-dormant dragon awakening, lowly growling and emanating a heart-stopping aura.
Accompanied by a deep rumble, an unparalleled force erupted from Xuan Yang's body, instantly filling his limbs and bones with explosive energy.
At that moment, the shadow appeared before Xuan Yang like a ghost, silently and without warning.
He saw the blade tightly gripped in the shadow's hand gleaming with a chilling light, resembling a flash of lightning slicing through the night, darting straight for Xuan Yang's throat!
This lethal strike came with such ferocity that it was almost blinding, wrapped in an unmatched killing intent, as if it aimed to cleave Xuan Yang in two on the spot!
However, Xuan Yang was already prepared for this.
In a split second, he nimbly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow.
At the same time, he threw out a punch infused with the terrifying power of the Shadow Puppet, like a cannonball fired from its barrel, crashing towards the shadow's chest with a deafening roar!
There was a resounding thud as the shadow was caught off guard and struck by Xuan Yang's earth-shattering punch.
He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, his entire body reeling backward several steps, stumbling as he struggled to regain his balance.
At this moment, astonishment was evident in the shadow's eyes.
He never expected that Xuan Yang's strength could have increased so dramatically in such a short time; it was truly beyond his expectations.
What made him even more anxious was that as he gazed at Xuan Yang, an overwhelming momentum continuously radiated from him.
This powerful aura resembled that of a fierce beast displaying its might and strength.
At this moment, Xuan Yang had undergone a complete transformation; he was no longer the same as before—he had become incredibly fearsome and intimidating.
"Hmph, it seems I underestimated you after all."
The Shadow let out a cold laugh, but beneath that laughter lay an unmistakable gravity and a hint of unwillingness.
In response to the Shadow's words, Xuan Yang merely scoffed disdainfully and said, "Only now do you realize this? Unfortunately, it's too late!"
Before his words faded, he vanished in a flash, charging toward the Shadow like an arrow released from a bow.
His speed was as swift as lightning, fierce and unstoppable, akin to a hungry tiger that had finally spotted its prey, pouncing with overwhelming force.
Seeing this, the Shadow understood that his opponent was not to be trifled with and dared not show any signs of hesitation.
He took a deep breath, instantly channeling all his true essence, fully focused on countering Xuan Yang's assault.
In an instant, the two were locked in a dazzling exchange of blades and swords, brilliant lights flashing in rapid succession.
Every move they made contained boundless power, causing the air around them to ripple violently from their fierce collisions.
As the battle intensified, the entire valley was enveloped in a deafening roar.
The sounds echoed like the wrath of thunder gods from the heavens above or the growl of earth dragons from deep within the ground—grand and earth-shattering, as if two celestial beings were engaged in a life-and-death struggle.
At that moment, Xuan Yang grew more valiant with each passing second; the power of the Shadow Puppet hidden within him began to surge forth continuously.
With this mysterious and formidable strength empowering him, Xuan Yang's movements became increasingly agile and rapid. His punches and kicks stirred up gusts of wind that howled around him; each strike was unmatched in ferocity, seemingly capable of annihilating all enemies before him.
In contrast, the Shadow gradually found himself at a disadvantage.
beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his face growing paler than paper, and his breathing became increasingly labored.
Yet despite the unfavorable circumstances, the Shadow gritted his teeth and persevered stubbornly, refusing to concede easily.
He realized that he was no match for Xuan Yang, his heart filled with fear and despair.
He could hardly believe that he would be defeated by someone he once regarded as insignificant.
"Impossible! How could you become so strong?" Shadow shouted in terror, his eyes wide with disbelief.
He was unwilling to accept it; he couldn't understand why he had lost.
Xuan Yang sneered, "Because I am the Puppet Master!" He launched a punch at Shadow, unstoppable like a cannonball, carrying overwhelming power.
Shadow let out a scream as he was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground, lifeless. His body twitched a few times before falling still.
Xuan Yang walked over to Qu Si Yang, looking at her pale face, his heart filled with tenderness.
He gently caressed her cheek and softly said, "It's okay now; it's all over."
Qu Si Yang nodded, tears glistening in her eyes as she tightly embraced Xuan Yang. She felt an immense sense of security, as if she had found a safe harbor.
The two stood quietly in each other's arms, feeling the warmth they shared, as if they were the only two people left in the world.
The mountain wind howled, rustling their clothes as if blessing them.
Meanwhile, in a corner nearby, Xuan Qing watched everything unfold before him.
Seeing his son's brave actions and unwavering determination filled him with deep pride.
However, after careful consideration, Xuan Qing ultimately decided to use his powerful ability—freezing time.
With a gentle wave of his sleeve, time seemed to freeze instantly; everything happening around them came to an abrupt halt.
Then, Xuan Qing waved his other hand like an eraser, effortlessly wiping away everything that had occurred during that brief moment.
After doing all this, he took a deep look at his sleeping son, Xuan Yang, and softly said, "Yang'er, don't blame your old man for this. There are some things you are not yet ready to bear." With that, Xuan Qing turned and quietly left.
Time passed, and when Xuan Yang slowly opened his Dual Eyes again, he found himself lying in the familiar surroundings of his home.
The sunlight streamed through the window, warming his face and momentarily disorienting him.
Just then, he heard Qu Si Yang's anxious voice urging him, "Xuan Yang, get up! You're going to be late for school!"
Startled, Xuan Yang sprang up from bed in one fluid motion.
He quickly got dressed, washed up, and then grabbed his backpack as he rushed out the door.
On his way, he noticed that the village still looked the same—familiar streets, houses, and friendly villagers. Everything was so peaceful and serene. Even the esteemed Old Village Chief was leisurely sitting at the village entrance soaking up the sun.
At that moment, Xuan Yang was completely unaware of anything unusual, as if the thrilling experiences he had gone through had never happened.
He was still the boy regarded as a good-for-nothing by everyone, only able to envy Qu Si Yang's astonishing Defensive Ability.
Whenever he accidentally caused trouble, he would unhesitatingly hide behind Qu Si Yang seeking refuge.
Since then, he had never returned to that abandoned temple. Every time night fell and silence enveloped everything, Xuan Yang felt a heat within him that he couldn't quite describe...
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