Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s
Chapter 1057 - 1055, like a shadow

Chapter 1057: 1055, like a shadow

A fierce battle for dominance officially began, and with it, the brutal slaughter commenced.

"Boom!" With another thunderous sound, a golden light revealed an ancient zither abruptly.

"It’s the Ancient Divine Artifact—Fuxi Zither!"

"Even the Fuxi Zither has appeared!"

This drove the cultivators to madness, making the battle even more ferocious. Countless cultivators perished, their blood immediately dyeing the entire land red.

Huang Qianshan and Feng Yunhai joined the fray alongside the crowd. Both of them had considerable strength, ranking second and fourth among the Nine Great War Gods.

A shadow took advantage of the chaos and moved behind Feng Yunhai. With a cold, sinister smile, the figure thrust a sharp sword fiercely toward Feng Yunhai’s back.

"Yunyun!" Huang Qianshan, who had been keeping a close eye on Feng Yunhai, noticed someone attacking her and instantly flashed to her side, blocking the opponent’s strike with his Long Halberd.

"Hua Murong, die for me!" Huang Qianshan glared at Hua Murong, flames roaring in his eyes. To dare ambush Yunyun—he was determined to kill this despicable woman today.

Upon hearing Huang Qianshan’s words, bitterness surged in Hua Murong’s heart. "What’s so special about Feng Yunhai? Is she really worth your loyalty?" How was she inferior to Feng Yunhai? Why did he love Feng Yunhai instead of her?

"She excels in everything. In my heart, she is perfection itself; no one could ever compare to her." Huang Qianshan’s Long Halberd struck mercilessly at Hua Murong.

Feng Yunhai swiftly rushed toward the Fuxi Zither. Given Huang Qianshan’s strength, which far surpassed Hua Murong’s, she had no worries about his safety.

Just as Feng Yunhai’s hand was about to touch the Fuxi Zither, a cold murderous intent surged toward her from the right.

She responded quickly, dodging the attack, and turned to see that the assailant was Song Qingjun, ranked third among the Nine Great War Gods. "So it’s Qingjun War God. Sneaking in a strike—did you perhaps learn that from Murong War God?" Song Qingjun harbored deep feelings for Hua Murong and had made several marriage proposals, but alas, while the prince desired the goddess, the goddess had no heart for him. Hua Murong’s heart was wholly devoted to Huang Qianshan.

Song Qingjun sneered coldly. "Given that we are all part of the Nine Great War Gods, I won’t make this harder for you. The Fuxi Zither is mine. Step aside!"

"You think I’ll just step aside because you want it? Is your face bigger than your butt?" Feng Yunhai retorted mercilessly. Her strength was on par with Song Qingjun; if they fought, she might not necessarily lose. Moreover, as the Phoenix Clan Queen, how could she retreat without a fight?

"You’re courting death!" Song Qingjun snapped furiously. No one had ever dared speak to him like that. He was determined to make this woman understand the consequences of crossing him.

"We’ll see who dies!" Feng Yunhai was never someone who accepted defeat lightly. As Song Qingjun lunged at her, she simultaneously unleashed her weapon to attack him.

Their battle exploded instantly. Around them, Low-Level cultivators were affected by the aura and shockwaves from their attacks, leading to many casualties.

Feng Yunhai felt a sharp pain in her belly and realized she had disturbed her pregnancy. Damn it! She had completely forgotten about being pregnant. Now, it was too late to retreat—she could only end this fight quickly. )

With a flick of her fingers, she muttered, "Time Divine Ability, Stillness!" Song Qingjun’s strength was similar to hers; the Time Divine Ability could only restrain him for two breaths of time. She had to seize this opportunity. Correct content is on

Song Qingjun immediately felt an immense suppression, his body becoming completely immobile.

Seeing that the Time Divine Ability had momentarily subdued Song Qingjun, Feng Yunhai wasted no time in launching her attack.

With her Phoenix Feather Sword in hand, she aimed directly at Song Qingjun’s Purple Mansion.

Just as the Phoenix Feather Sword was about to penetrate Song Qingjun’s Purple Mansion, an overwhelming murderous intent surged from behind Feng Yunhai.

Feng Yunhai’s heart sank, consumed by despair. She was out of options: if she abandoned attacking Song Qingjun to confront the threat behind her, he would surely break free from the Time Divine Ability, leaving her equally vulnerable. Yet, the thought of perishing like this made her unwilling to give in. She hadn’t even had the chance to share the news of her pregnancy with Huang Qianshan.

"Thud!" Her sword plunged deeply into Song Qingjun’s body, but simultaneously, a heavy sound of something falling to the ground echoed from behind.

To her surprise, Feng Yunhai felt no pain. Confused, she turned to see Huang Qianshan lying on the ground. Then she knew—the murderous intent from earlier was stopped by him. At last, she discerned her attacker—it was Ye Xingchen, ranked first among the Nine Great War Gods.

"Qianshan!" Feng Yunhai shouted as she rushed toward Huang Qianshan.

Kneeling down, she cradled his heavily injured body and gently shook him. "Qianshan, wake up. I can’t live without you, Qianshan..." Her heartache was like being gnawed at by a thousand ants, her tears cascading endlessly down her pale cheeks. At this moment, she didn’t care about anything—not any artifacts or power. She only wanted Huang Qianshan to be safe.

Huang Qianshan opened his eyes to look at Feng Yunhai. Trembling slightly, he reached out to her, his gaze filled with deep yearning. "Yunyun... I’m sorry... I can’t stay with you anymore..." Ye Xingchen’s assault had been intentionally directed at him. After seeing his fight with Hua Murong end, Ye Xingchen deliberately launched an attack at Yunyun. Timing it perfectly, Ye Xingchen gave him no opportunity to retaliate, leaving him with only two choices: block the attack and die, or let it strike Yunyun. How could he ever bear to watch Yunyun perish before his eyes?

"No! You won’t die. You must live! I’m pregnant—we’ll be so happy together as a family of three." Feng Yunhai clutched Huang Qianshan’s hand with one of hers, while with the other, she desperately fumbled for the Healing Pills in her Storage Ring, pouring them into his mouth.

Huang Qianshan’s gaze shifted to Feng Yunhai’s still-flat abdomen, a faint smile forming on his lips. "That’s wonderful..." Slowly, he closed his eyes. If there was an afterlife, he would surely find her. Then, they would never part again—they would have lots of babies and live happily together.

"No!" Feng Yunhai screamed in agony, her cries piercing the heavens as teardrops slid down her pale face. Her tears transformed from a crystalline luster to crimson red, becoming drops of blood as they fell onto Huang Qianshan’s lifeless face in her embrace. Without him, how could she continue living? When she married him, she had sworn in her heart that her life was tied to his: as long as Qianshan lived, so would Yunhai; if Qianshan ceased to exist, then Yunhai would also follow him.

"Slash!" A sharp lance pierced through Feng Yunhai’s back.

"Cough!" Blood gushed from her mouth as she slowly collapsed over Huang Qianshan, summoning the last of her strength to tightly hold him. Qianshan, we’re still together—it’s so wonderful! If there’s a next life, let’s become husband and wife again, shall we?

Feng Yunhai placed a final kiss on Huang Qianshan’s face and closed her eyes slowly.