Refining the Mountains and Rivers

Light laughter came from the giant slab of ice in the silent Fire of Eternal Night. It was clear and piercing, "Mm, I admit that you are a distance away from dying stupidly. At least you noticed it before you died."

Suddenly, a funnel appeared within the black as night Fire of Eternal Night. With a few gulping sounds, the fire was swallowed up.

Slam! Hundred Saint fell to the floor. He had been burnt to a crisp and he was completely dark. However, it was shocking that his will to live was so strong. He was still breathing.

Qin Yu looked at him and could not help sighing. Can't you just die? Why must you make things hard for me?

He was still considering helping him take revenge. However, if Hundred Saint had not died, why would he need to take revenge?

Can't you learn from Thousand Saint? There was nothing to say in terms of cooperation. It was simply burning just to fulfill himself.

There was no need to talk about stupidity. Either way, he was a good man. This was Qin Yu's final conclusion.

Cough cough, death was the ultimate ending for a man!

Thousand Saint began to swing. Not only was he fearful, all his energy was sapped and he was about to break down. He was like an empty shell and he could not even shake.

"You…you…you…"

He could not finish a sentence. Hatred and regret intertwined in his heart. At the same time, he felt bitter - he realized that he was fooled all along.

A trap was a trap; Ten Thousand Saint must have guessed that he wanted to escape so he purposely set a trap.

Then what?

He had jumped into the trap obediently without any hesitation.

Idiocracy could not live. This must have been referring to him. He was stupid to overthink previously.

It was empty!

All empty!

"Ah!" Thousand Saint screamed. He was like a lone wolf who hopped into ice. Staring at the sky, he made a pitiful last cry of life.

How could he be satisfied? How could he not be sad?

As mentioned many times before, when one obtained hope in a desperate situation. It was like a vulnerable bubble that could burst at any moment, giving immense suffering thereafter.

What Thousand Saint experienced was ten or a hundred times worse. It was no longer hope being diminished. His entire life had changed. From the verge of becoming a great lord, he was thrown into the eighteen levels of hell and he would never be able to live again.

The fact that he could still cry and be utterly disappointed was not easy. Could someone else do this? They might have lost their minds already. It was sad and pitiful.

In fact, Thousand Saint had to face the truth. He found out that his situation was even worse than he thought! Because right in front of him, Qin Yu transformed.

Revenge was always better done with his own hands.

After all, he was a True Saint and Qin Yu felt like he should show Thousand Saint some respect by letting him understand how he ended up like this.

Although this might not be what he wanted to know.

Qin Yu felt that it was worth letting him understand.

As such, dead silence filled the air!

Thousand Saint stared at him with a lifeless look in his eyes. He did not make any sound and his eyes grew wider and wider to the point that they looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets.

They did not pop out.

A few moments later, Thousand Saint finally breathed. It was fast and rapid and he struggled to speak his last words. He snorted through his nose sharply.

"You…you…you…"

Once again, he could not finish his sentence even after three tries.

Qin Yu nodded and smiled, "That's right, your eyes are not deceiving you." He cleared his throat and bowed slightly, "I, the ninth disciple of the Peach Garden, greets Thousand Saint."

Ptui -

Fresh blood spurted out but Thousand Saint forced his eyes open. He glared at Qin Yu; the hatred in his eyes was chilling.

He had thought so hard previously and he did not understand. Now he finally had his answer, but this was one that he could not accept.

From the very beginning, he was the one who was fooled. This was so ridiculous, he did not find anything amiss.

If Qin Yu had not revealed himself voluntarily, he would have assumed that he had fallen prey to the hands of a powerful Darkness True Saint forever.

Qin Yu stood up as his smile disappeared and his expression turned calm. He did not find this pitiful.

Revenge was acceptable as long as the innocent were not dragged in. Furthermore, Thousand Saint had always wanted Qin Yu's life. The Red Peak Straits was the second time.

Did he deserve pity if he lost his life after trying to kill Qin Yu twice? If Qin Yu had failed, he would be no better off.

"You…you…shall…die a horrible death."

He struggled to piece a sentence together. It was not nice words.

Qin Yu lightly said, "Perhaps I would die sometime in the future, but you will not be able to witness it…you can go and die."

Blegh blegh -

A weird sound came from Thousand Saint's throat. His neck twisted up in an awkward manner as his bones cracked.

It was evident that he was going through immeasurable pain. However, Thousand Saint smiled.

That's right, he was smiling!

Qin Yu was sure that he did not see anything wrong. His heart clenched and a wave of uneasiness swept past him. He was witnessing something horrifying.

Damn it. One should never let his guard down in life. He should not have wasted his breath on Thousand Saint. Yet, he had not spoken much either…

It was too late for regret. Qin Yu sighed deeply as he pressed his arm down. A large force instantly erupted, breaking apart the dark ice that surrounded Thousand Saint. Right at that moment, his breathing suddenly stopped and his chest seemed to be crushed by the weight of a mountain.

Boom!

A huge layer of ice froze over the northern region of the East Sea. It felt like there was a strong pressure on it that forced it into annihilation!

The Dragon Saint spat out blood. He was injured this time and he was not putting on an act. Shock filled his face and his head lifted to stare up at the sky. A giant eyeball hung in the sky. Looking like the eye of an ancient demon, it was pitch black and it seemed to want to devour everything.

It was cold and destructive!

There was nothing else aside from that.

"Eye of Eternal Night!"

The Dragon Saint shrieked. His face was drained of color instantly.