Her smile was ugly.
Disheveled hair, covered in blood, her cheeks cracking further as the corners of her mouth lifted. Blood rain and severed limbs fell from the sky, and the corrosive fog was slowly closing in.
Her life was also entering its final countdown.
This scene was hardly suitable for a duel.
Yet, she looked at Lu Mo just like that—earnest, stubborn, and full of anticipation.
There was a light in her eyes.
Lu Mo looked at Yuxia, and after a moment, she too smiled.
They distanced themselves, as if standing on an invisible arena.
“Alright.” She raised the sword in her hand and answered softly.
Yuxia lifted her head proudly, weak but still calling out her own name: “Yuxia.”
And this time, Lu Mo did not deny her former identity either.
“Mo.”
She spoke the name she no longer needed.
The two assumed offensive stances.
For a moment, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent.
Only the sound of rain fell “pitter-patter,” hitting the pools of blood nearby, like some kind of countdown.
Plop—
Plop—
In an instant, both figures moved simultaneously!
Lu Mo stepped forward, swinging her longsword down fiercely at Yuxia.
Yuxia, unwilling to be outdone, erupted with spatial power.
Sword and spatial force collided violently in that moment!
The final duel had begun!
Yuxia’s vitality was already extremely weak.
Because her body was too severely corroded, she could at most only mobilize Super-tier power.
And for the sake of fairness, Lu Mo also suppressed her own power to the Super-tier.
Super-tier versus Super-tier.
Sword versus God-blood power.
Girl versus God-descendant.
This scene felt somewhat familiar to both of them.
Like when they first met at the finals of the Heavenly Prodigy Tournament at sixteen.
Or perhaps—
This battle was simply the continuation of their sixteenth year.
Yuxia repeatedly activated her God-blood power, divine patterns flickering in the depths of her eyes.
The space before her collapsed layer by layer, transforming into cages, attempting to trap Lu Mo who was stepping through the wind.
Lu Mo remained silent.
Fusion Sublimation Power condensed at the sword’s edge.
With a single slash, the layers of unfolding spatial cages were severed by her by sheer force!
Her sword had always been like this.
Cold, sharp, extreme.
Capable of cutting through anything that stood in her way.
Clearly, she was not a God-descendant, possessing no divine talents or ancient bloodlines.
Yet with mortal power, she forcibly dragged those beings from the high heavens down from their thrones.
Yuxia’s pupils contracted.
But she quickly accepted it.
When she first saw “Mo,” the other had also broken through her combat skill like this.
It was from that moment she remembered this name.
She began searching the world for “Mo.”
Until… now.
She had finally found her.
They were dueling again.
She was excited.
And thrilled.
Mo had become stronger.
Even suppressed to the Super-tier, she could feel that terrifying sense of pressure.
“Sister Mo, after all these years, you don’t seem to have improved much—”
She insisted on saying it, grinning.
“If this keeps up, I’m going to beat you!”
Lu Mo did not answer.
Still silent.
In battle, she was always like an unsheathed sword.
Calm, focused.
She advanced.
As if trying to cut through something.
The sounds of energy explosions constantly echoed around them.
Mixed with the ringing of the sword.
Mixed with Yuxia’s laughter.
Yuxia only felt it becoming more and more difficult to cope.
Lu Mo’s sword intent was continuously growing stronger.
“Not enough… still far from enough!”
“Mo, are you trash?”
Her mouth remained arrogant.
Even carrying a hint of arrogance.
“If you’re only this strong, you should just go back home and get married!”
Yet her voice carried a joy from the depths of her soul.
She was happy.
She was always this kind of person.
Proud.
Stubborn.
Saying one thing but meaning another.
Lu Mo’s figure flowed lightly before her, like a rose blooming in the wind.
While she herself grew heavier, more shattered.
Dark blood constantly splattered.
Her body was corroded more and more severely.
Like a flower rapidly withering.
Yuxia felt she was nearing her limit.
But she did not stop.
Lu Mo did not stop either.
“—!”
The longsword tore through space, slashing down at Yuxia.
She retreated step by step.
Just like that defeat on a summer afternoon when she was sixteen.
Yet the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Bones made cracking sounds.
The corrosive force pierced her skin like blood vessels.
Her body was on the verge of collapse.
But she felt herself growing lighter.
In a daze, she seemed to return to sixteen.
She had found “Mo.”
They were fighting again.
She wore her hair in twin tails, loose clothes, bare feet, bells jingling in the wind.
She arrogantly attacked Lu Mo.
And Lu Mo responded with her sword.
Silently watching her.
Her figure clearly reflected in Lu Mo’s eyes.
She was happy.
Even now, on the brink of death.
She activated her combat skill again.
But Lu Mo was already before her.
A single thrust of the sword directly tore through her skill’s energy circuit.
Crack—
Energy exploded, and she was sent flying.
She felt the bones in her leg shatter in that moment.
At this point, she could no longer even stand.
But…
She was still happy.
Because “Mo” was right in front of her.
Because she had finally fought “Mo” once more.
Because this time—
“Mo’s” sword had fallen for her.
If she hadn’t met “Mo” back then, perhaps she wouldn’t have come this far.
Perhaps she wouldn’t have died either.
But she had met that indifferent girl when she was sixteen.
And had been chasing her ever since.
Regrets?
No.
Not at all.
Because she had met Lu Mo.
All of this was her own choice.
And now, this story was also reaching its end.
The corrosive force pierced her eyeballs.
Her world was rapidly swallowed by a bloody hue.
She saw Lu Mo right in front, thrusting her sword.
Yuxia suddenly smiled.
She dropped her weapon, dispersed all her power.
And charged towards Lu Mo regardless of everything.
She suddenly really wanted to hug “Mo.”
To gently kiss her cheek.
To look into her eyes and say loudly—
Mo, do you know?
What I’ve been chasing has always been you.
Since I was sixteen.
Her emotions were almost overflowing.
In the heavy rain, within the mist.
She almost spread her arms and spoke the words in her heart.
Should she hug her?
Should she tell her?
No.
Absolutely not.
The next instant—
Yuxia arrived before Lu Mo.
And actively met that sword!
Riiip—!
The sound of flesh tearing rang out.
The sword pierced through her heart.
Her entire body was almost pressed against the hilt.
Her head rested lightly against Lu Mo’s chest.
The hand Lu Mo used to hold the sword was pushed back slightly by the impact.
Feeling the last trace of warmth and softness.
Yuxia spoke softly:
“It’s over.”
Her tone carried a hint of relief, and also acceptance.
“Mo, you win.”
“No matter what, I still can’t beat you.”
“I concede defeat gracefully.”
She struggled to lift her head and looked at Lu Mo one last time.
In this moment, she was still that proud Yuxia.
“One last thing…”
“After I die, dispose of my body here. I don’t want anyone to see me looking so ugly.”
“Mm.”
“Alright… my wish is also fulfilled.”
“I won’t bother you anymore from now on.”
“Your world can be peaceful.”
Lu Mo did not answer.
She only looked down at Yuxia, covered in blood and eroded beyond recognition, her gaze complex.
She suddenly felt a bit reluctant.
“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t need pity.”
Yuxia coughed up blood, her tone dissatisfied.
“You were supposed to be the kind of person who disregards everything and cuts down everything.”
Lu Mo originally wanted to say something.
But in the end, she said nothing.
She became cold again.
As if looking at a corpse that hadn’t yet died.
Seeing this, Yuxia instead closed her eyes contentedly.
This was fine, right?
She should have calmly welcomed death.
But as her consciousness gradually sank into darkness.
She felt a chill.
A kind of… extreme loneliness.
As if falling into the deep sea.
Struggling desperately, but to no avail.
She suddenly felt like crying.
But held it back.
Just sink like this.
Sink to the very bottom.
However—
The next instant.
A warmth suddenly enveloped her.
With her last bit of strength, she opened her eyes.
She found that Lu Mo had actually embraced her falling body.
That warmth, that palpitation.
Something she had never possessed in her entire life.
Her defenses completely crumbled in that moment.
Perhaps it was a final rally.
She suddenly had strength again.
“Mo, I’ve already lost.”
“Lost to you, and lost to fate.”
“My road has reached its end.”
“But you’re different…”
She raised her hand, gently touching Lu Mo’s face.
In this moment—
Lu Mo only felt something burning out from within Yuxia, flowing into her.
It wasn’t the corrosive force.
But—God-blood.
The last remaining trace of her God-blood.
It all happened too fast.
Lu Mo didn’t even have time to stop it.
The burning God-blood had already merged into her body.
A trace of ancient divine aura spread within her.
“Mo… keep going.”
“Don’t lose to anyone.”
“Finish walking your path.”
“Go embrace… that fool who belongs to you—”
This was Yuxia’s final sound.
Then, her hand fell limp.
Her body completely lost its vitality.
She was dead.
Fully bidding farewell to this world.
That noisy, bustling girl would never appear again.
The blood rain continued to fall.
The mist still spread.
The battle in the sky raged on.
Lu Mo held her broken body, silent for a long time.
After a long while, she finally spoke softly:
“Actually… you were a fool too.”
Yuxia……….. fucking author……….