Yun Qianxue, Lin Xinyao, Lan Hanyu, and Yue Yun stood together, their expressions unreadable.
They didn't scream.
They didn't weep.
They had known this was the end from the beginning.
There was no sorrow—only rage.
Nian Shi studied them, intrigued.
"No tears? No pleas for mercy?" He chuckled. "How admirable."
He raised the Blade of Eternity.
"Let's see how long your resolve lasts."
Lin Xinyao stepped forward first, her silver robes fluttering like ghostly banners in the wind. Blood trickled from the corner of her lips, but her posture remained regal—every inch the Moon God inheritor.
"You think you've won," she said, her voice trembling not with fear, but with restrained fury. "But it's uncertain who will win in the end."
"Oh? What are you trying to say?" Nian Shi chuckled. "Are you saying that Yun Lintian has a chance to defeat me?"
