Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2295: Old Lover

“Heh. Your greed truly has no bounds,” Ji Xiaoman uttered coldly.

“What did I do wrong?” Wang Hanyi replied gently. “You know it very well. In this world, whoever has the bigger fist wins. This young man is destined to be torn into pieces by me… In fact, he should be grateful that it was me who came today.”

Ji Xiaoman’s eyes turned cold. “You are right. This world is determined by the size of one’s fist.”

As her voice fell, Ji Xiaoman’s red hair glowed brighter, her entire body emitting a murderous

aura.

Wang Hanyi revealed a gentle smile. “You’ve never changed, Xiaoman… You’re still as beautiful as usual.”

“Shut up!” Ji Xiaoman roared furiously.

A surge of crimson energy erupted from her body, painting the sky with a bloody hue. The air crackled with the oppressive weight of the Law of Slaughter, its chilling aura sending shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned cultivators.

“Enough of your sentimental drivel, Wang Hanyi!” Ji Xiaoman’s voice dripped with venom, her eyes blazing with a murderous intent. “You abandoned me, betrayed me, and left me to rot in that desolate prison. And now, you dare to speak of my beauty?”

She lunged forward, her movements a blur of crimson light, her aura a tempest of slaughter. The crimson mist that surrounded her solidified into a colossal blade, its edge honed to an unimaginable sharpness, its presence radiating a chilling aura of death.

Wang Hanyi, his expression calm and composed, watched her approach with a gentle smile. He raised his hand, the air around him shimmering with a pure, white light. The light coalesced into a protective barrier, its surface rippling with a gentle radiance.

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Bang!

Ji Xiaoman’s blade struck the barrier, its impact sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The barrier trembled, its surface cracking under the strain, but it held firm, refusing to yield to her onslaught.

“Your strength has grown, Xiaoman,” Wang Hanyi said, his voice soft and soothing. “But your anger blinds you. You are consumed by hatred, your heart poisoned by the darkness of slaughter.”

Ji Xiaoman snarled, her attacks growing fiercer with each passing moment. She unleashed a torrent of crimson blades, each one infused with the chilling power of the Law of Slaughter.

The blades sliced through the air, their edges humming with a deadly intent, their trajectory aimed at Wang Hanyi’s heart.

Wang Hanyi remained unmoved. He deflected each attack with a flick of his wrist, his movements effortless and graceful. The white light surrounding him intensified, its purity a stark contrast to the crimson mist of slaughter that enveloped Ji Xiaoman.

“Remember the day we first met, Xiaoman?” Wang Hanyi’s voice was a gentle caress, his words echoing through the chaotic battlefield. “You were lost and alone, your heart filled with pain and despair. I found you, wandering aimlessly through the desolate wilderness, your spirit broken and your soul yearning for release.”

Ji Xiaoman’s attacks faltered, her movements slowing as a flicker of memory crossed her eyes. She remembered that day, the day she had met Wang Hanyi, the man who had promised her salvation, a way out of the darkness that consumed her.

“I offered you a hand, Xiaoman,” Wang Hanyi continued, his voice filled with a melancholic tenderness. “I showed you the path to power, the way to transcend your limitations and embrace your true potential. I nurtured you, guided you, and loved you.”

Ji Xiaoman’s grip on her crimson blade tightened, her knuckles turning white. She remembered the warmth of his touch, the tenderness in his eyes, the promises he had whispered in her ear.

“We were inseparable, Xiaoman,” Wang Hanyi said, his voice a bittersweet symphony of lost love. “We explored the wonders of the world together, our hearts intertwined, our destinies entwined.”

He paused, his gaze meeting hers. “We were in love, Xiaoman. Deeply, passionately in love.”

Ji Xiaoman’s body trembled, her resolve wavering. She remembered the stolen glances, the secret rendezvous, the whispered confessions of love. She remembered the happiness, the hope, the dreams they had shared.

“Shut up! You betrayed me,” she hissed, her voice filled with a venomous hatred. “You abandoned me, left me to face the consequences of our actions alone.”

Wang Hanyi’s expression softened, his eyes filled with a profound sadness. “I had no choice, Xiaoman,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “My father discovered our forbidden love, our transgression against his will. He demanded that I sever all ties with you, or face his wrath.”

He paused, his gaze lowering. “I chose to protect you, Xiaoman. I chose to sacrifice our love to ensure your safety.”

Ji Xiaoman’s laughter echoed through the dimension, its sound a chilling mockery of his words. “Protect me?” she scoffed. “You condemned me to an eternity of imprisonment, an eternity of loneliness and despair. And you call that protection?”

Her aura surged, its intensity reaching a fever pitch. “You are a liar, Wang Hanyi!” she screamed, her voice filled with a primal rage. “A coward who abandoned me when I needed you the most!”

She lunged forward once more, her crimson blade flashing with a blinding light. With a bang, the blade cleaved through the barrier and went straight toward Wang Hanyi’s chest.

Just as the blade was about to reach Wang Hanyi’s heart, he suddenly let out a sigh and raised his hand to grab the blade.

Ding!

The blade was firmly held by Wang Hanyi’s hand, and its terrifying aura immediately vanished. Blood slowly seeped through Wang Hanyi’s fingers as he looked at Ji Xiaoman with endless tenderness.

“Can you forgive me?” he asked, his voice filled with guilt and sorrow.

Ji Xiaoman’s heart trembled. Her eyes flickered with a hint of confusion. She knew the man in front of her very well. It was impossible for him to let himself bleed… Why did he do it?

“We can start over. Please forgive me and return to my side. No one can separate us again this time,” Wang Hanyi said softly, his voice seeming to possess magic, shaking Ji Xiaoman’s

soul.

“You…” Ji Xiaoman was at a loss. Her momentum gradually weakened.

Seeing this, Wang Hanyi smiled inwardly. He knew Ji Xiaoman’s heart was beginning to sway.

“I’ll let you stab me if it can make you forgive me,” Wang Hanyi said gently and slowly pulled the crimson blade toward his heart.

“No…” Ji Xiaoman trembled and instinctively pulled the blade back.

Wang Hanyi smiled and said, “I know deep down you still have me in your heart.”

He took a step forward, approaching the confused Ji Xiaoman.

“Ah, what kind of soap opera is this?”