CHAPTER 422: CHAPTER 275: A HUNDRED YEARS AFTER I ENTER HEAVEN, QINGYUE WILL INHERIT MY WILL

"Let go!" The black-clad maiden’s face changed dramatically. She shouted sharply, trying to break free from Luo Chen’s hands. However, Luo Chen seemed determined, holding onto the dagger tightly.

"Without this sword, you can’t accomplish anything!" Luo Chen roared in agony. His hands were already stained red with blood, yet he showed no intention of giving up.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the black-clad maiden; she hadn’t expected Luo Chen to be so insane. She bit her silver teeth, fiercely kicking Luo Chen in the stomach. Luo Chen felt a sharp pain, but his hands still clutched the dagger tightly.

"If you want to die, then just die!" the black-clad maiden said with a cruel smile. She kicked several times in succession, each kick landing accurately on Luo Chen’s stomach. However, to her shock, Luo Chen still showed no sign of letting go.

Determined light shone in Luo Chen’s eyes. It was as if he had forgotten the pain in his body. He knew this was his only chance; only by seizing the dagger could he truly defeat the black-clad maiden. Therefore, no matter what the cost, he would never let go.

A trace of panic flashed in the black-clad maiden’s eyes; she clearly hadn’t anticipated Luo Chen’s tenacity. She tried to wrest her hands free from Luo Chen’s grip, but found his strength surprisingly immense. The dagger seemed fused with Luo Chen’s palm, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not retrieve it.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, the stalemate between Luo Chen and the black-clad maiden becoming the focus of the scene. The air around them felt frozen, with only their breathing and heartbeat resonating clearly.

Cold sweat covered Luo Chen’s forehead, and his muscles trembled all over. But he still did not show any intention of giving up, biting his teeth tightly and exerting all his strength to maintain this deadlock. He knew that as long as he held on, he would surely find a breakthrough.

At that moment, Luo Chen suddenly let out a roar, using all his strength to snatch the dagger from the black-clad maiden’s hand! The black-clad maiden stared at her empty palm, momentarily forgetting to react. Luo Chen, however, grasped the dagger tightly, a victorious smile on his face. He knew he had finally found the way to defeat the black-clad maiden. This dagger would also become an important weapon in his future battles.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from Luo Chen’s mouth, staining his lapel red. The black-clad maiden looked at him coldly, a cruel smile curling her lips, as her dagger carved another deep, bone-revealing wound on Luo Chen’s body. Luo Chen immediately felt a tearing pain spreading throughout his body, and he couldn’t help but howl to the sky, his voice filled with agony and despair.

"Howl~!" This long howl, like a beast’s roar, echoed through the dense forest.

At this moment, the dull sound of iron hooves suddenly reverberated, like falling rain’s drumbeats pounding heavily on the ground. This deep and powerful sound mingled with Luo Chen’s roar, swiftly spreading through the forest, creating a bizarre and tense atmosphere.

The black-clad maiden frowned, looking cautiously behind her. At this sight, her face instantly turned exceptionally pale, and a flash of terror crossed her eyes.

Hundreds of massive wild spirits were seen charging from afar, their iron hooves trampling the ground and producing a thundering sound akin to muffled thunder. These wild spirits were of various forms, including ferocious beasts like jackals, tigers, and leopards. Usually, they were tyrannical in the forest, but now their expressions were frantic, as if encountering something terrifying.

The black-clad maiden unhesitatingly leaped toward a large tree by the road, trying to avoid the sudden stampede of wild spirits. However, she left Luo Chen alone in the middle of the road. The vast numbers of wild spirits trampled chaotically past, lifting a cloud of flying sand and rocks, engulfing Luo Chen’s figure.

The intermingling sounds of roaring, wailing, and trampling hooves seemed to shake the entire forest. The black-clad maiden stood on the tree, staring intently at Luo Chen, submerged among the wild spirits, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

However, amidst this chaotic confusion, a blood-stained figure suddenly charged out from the horde of wild spirits. It was Luo Chen; he tightly clasped his arms around the neck of an antelope beneath him, lying prone on its rugged back. His eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if battling against fate.