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Could it be that back then... it was a desperate battle where one fought against many?
He was surrounded by these sand demons in the desert, fighting until he was exhausted with only a sword.
But he clearly understood the essence of the King's Sword, so how did he end up in such a state?
But if Fan Yunfei were to make a move, why would he need these sand demons?
The wind rose again, and the sound of sand hitting the monument echoed repeatedly in the silence, like the unspoken question of the boy.
The sand grains landed softly on the dry bones, and a very light footstep came from behind.
Almost at the same time
The sword blade cut through the wind, flashed with a cold light, and pierced straight into the rock wall behind him.
Stone chips flew everywhere, and spiderweb-like cracks spread along the sword mark.
Warm liquid dripped onto the sand, making a soft sound.
The stray dog not far away stood frozen in place, a faint bloodstain appearing on its forehead, with dark red blood droplets slowly sliding down its fur.
"Who are you, and why... have you been following me?"
A cold voice came from behind, devoid of any warmth.
Fan Yunfei felt a chill on the side of his neck as the sharp blade pressed against his skin, even the hairs on his body stood on end due to the sword's energy.
So... it was discovered all along?
Mu Qinghan held the sword in one hand, and his once clear eyes now gleamed with a faint scarlet light in the darkness, filled with vigilance and killing intent.
"My name is... Fan Yunfei."
Fan Yunfei remained still, his voice calm.
With a slight sway, the sand swirled and condensed around him, instantly shedding his dog-like form and transforming into a young man dressed in plain clothes.
He had delicate features, but his face was somewhat pale. His gaze fell on the small tombstone not far away, and a layer of sadness gradually filled his originally calm eyes, even his voice became a little softer.
Do you know... where this is?
"Fan Yunfei..."
Mu Qinghan murmured the name, his brows furrowing slightly, the crimson in his eyes deepening.
The seemingly weak young man before me is actually the legendary Demon Emperor who rules the Western Regions and can control the vast desert.
That... the murderer who killed Wang Quan Wu Mu according to the records.
He observed Fan Yunfei discreetly.
His plain clothes were covered in dust, and there were several tears on the cuffs. His face was pale, and even his breathing was shallower than that of an ordinary person. There was not a trace of the aura of a demon emperor.
Or is it a deliberate show of weakness?
Mu Qinghan was filled with doubts. Although he did not move his sword any closer, he remained on guard.
Upon hearing Fan Yunfei's question, Mu Qinghan subconsciously followed his gaze and looked down at the small, sturdy tombstone.
He didn't reply, but simply turned his wrist slightly.
The sound of the sword returning to its sheath was exceptionally clear, like a silent signal.
They temporarily set aside their hostility, but waited for Fan Yunfei to give them an answer.
“He is a genius I have never seen before,” Fan Yunfei said, looking at Mu Qinghan with complex emotions churning in his eyes.
He called me Brother Fan.
The boy in my memory is always vivid.
“He seems to never get angry,” Fan Yunfei’s voice softened unconsciously, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.
"Whether facing the rigid elders in the Dao Alliance or the mischievous children, he always speaks with a smile, and can liven up the atmosphere with just a few words."
"Even monsters who have never seen a human will lower their guard when they see him and obediently come close to him to listen to his stories about the outside world."
“He said, ‘Demons also have family, and the innocent should not die.’ Even when his senior brother scolded him for ‘colluding with the demon race and disgracing the royal family,’ he did not back down an inch.”
In Fan Yunfei's heart, Wang Quan Wumu was like a ray of light.
“He is the sun in my eyes,” he said, looking up as if he could see the boy from back then through the rocks.
"With the sword intent of royal power, sincerity towards others, and concern for all living beings, he should have been a radiant young man, the hope for the future of the Dao Alliance."
The words abruptly stopped, and the tenderness in the air was replaced by a heavy sadness.
"It's a pity... he died young."
Why are you saying all this?
Mu Qinghan's voice suddenly turned cold, and the fluctuations of his magical power intensified dramatically, almost tearing the entire region apart.
"Wasn't it you who killed him? Fan Yunfei!"
He was always neutral towards the demon race, and would even lend a helping hand to those bullied little demons, but he loathed Fan Yunfei from the bottom of his heart.
This executioner who stifled the genius of the Dao Alliance, this murderer who personally killed Wang Quan Wu Mu.
"You were the one who killed him, so why are you acting like this... hypocritically?"
Mu Qinghan's sword hummed in its sheath, ready to be drawn at any moment. Looking at the sorrow on Fan Yunfei's face, he felt utterly ironic.
"I...killed him..."
Fan Yunfei muttered to himself, repeating these words as if confirming something, or perhaps condemning himself.
He gave a bitter laugh, the tenderness in his eyes replaced by pain. "Yes..."
Suddenly, he clenched his fist tightly, and his demonic power leaked out uncontrollably, making the air around him feel hot.
"If I were a little stronger...would I be able to protect Wu Mu?"
His voice was choked with emotion, as if he were trapped in memories, "Wouldn't that mean... he wouldn't have died?"
"Wouldn't that mean... we could kill that old dog Wang Quan Jingxing sooner?!"
Mu Qinghan frowned, "Wang Quan... Jing Xing?"
He was very familiar with this name; it belonged to Wang Quan Wu Mu's father, a hero revered by everyone in the Dao Alliance, and a legendary figure who single-handedly propelled the Wang Quan family to its zenith in history.
Fan Yunfei raised his head, his eyes full of mockery, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cold smile.
"Yes, the biological father of Wang Quan Jingxing, whom you all worship as a hero and who is revered by countless people."
"He is the real murderer who killed Wu Mu!"
Mu Qinghan's pupils shrank sharply, and his killing intent erupted instantly. The moment his sword was drawn, a chilling sword aura soared into the sky, covering an area of tens of thousands of meters in radius.
The ground was cleaved by sword energy, leaving deep, bottomless ravines. Under the pressure of the sword energy, distant mountain peaks were even swaying as rocks began to fall.
Do you know what you're saying?
"Father, how could you kill your son?"
"Stop spouting nonsense and tarnishing the reputation of our predecessors!"
Fan Yunfei looked at Mu Qinghan, who was filled with murderous intent, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed even more.
"That old dog did what you find unbelievable."
He slowly raised his hand, and demonic power condensed at his fingertips, forming a soft ball of light.
"Wu Mu's talent is too high, and he is too kind. He is unwilling to follow his 'ruthless' path, which is an eyesore to him and also an obstacle to his power."
The demonic power flowed slowly through his fingertips, illuminating Fan Yunfei's eyes.
"Want to see the truth of what happened back then?"
He looked at Mu Qinghan, his tone calm.
Mu Qinghan stared at Fan Yunfei's smiling face, then looked at the ball of demonic power at his fingertips, his heart filled with vigilance.
He didn't know whether Fan Yunfei was telling the truth or not, nor did he know what conspiracy was hidden in this ball of demonic power.
"If you are worried, you can seal the demonic power within me first, leaving only this trace."
Fan Yunfei seemed to see through his concerns, opened his arms, and took the initiative to withdraw all the demonic energy defenses around him, completely exposing himself to Mu Qinghan's killing intent.
"This mere trace of demonic power is only used to construct a memory illusion. It can't possibly harm you, the 'Demon Emperor' with top-tier killing power."
His gaze was piercing, fixed directly on Mu Qinghan, his eyes showing no evasion, only openness.
“I know that the so-called ‘historical records’ make you loathe me, but Wu Mu should not have died under mysterious circumstances.”
"Look at your idols, look at the 'heroes' you admire."
"Let's see... the truth of what happened back then."
Chapter 129 The Truth of What Happened Back Then (3)
"Pfft-!"
The human body is too fragile.
The moment the sword pierced his chest, most of his life force had already been lost.
Mu Qinghan clearly saw the expression on Wang Quan Wumu's face.
That was an incredible thing, exactly like myself.
He died without understanding why the person who stabbed him with a sword was his respected father.
Mu Qinghan subconsciously clenched the corner of his sleeve, a sense of indescribable absurdity churning within him.
Can this man in front of me still be considered human?
Even wild beasts know to protect their young, and even tigers, though venomous, will not eat their cubs.
However, Wang Quan Jingxing personally plunged the sword into his son's heart.
Mu Qinghan grew up under the loving care and guidance of her father.
The fatherly love he knew was profound, deep, and selfless.
He never imagined that there could be such a cruel father in the world.