317: Chapter 317 Brother, I'm finally no longer a burden to you.

As Teacher Wang Jin's delicate body, soaked in blood, turned into a mist of blood beneath the Abyssal Overlord's giant palm,

the long blade that had accompanied her countless times, cutting down enemies in the dead of night, let out a mournful cry and snapped into two.

Carrying her unwillingness, it fell powerlessly into the muddy, scorched earth, embedding itself deep into the ground beneath.

"Teacher Wang Jin—!!!"

A shrill, harrowing cry erupted from the depths of Su Wanyue's throat.

This was not the first time she had witnessed Teacher Wang Jin blocking enemies for her in such a way.

Two trails of bloody tears snaked down her stunningly beautiful cheeks.

To witness with her own eyes the woman who had always gently protected her, caring for her and her brother like both a mother and a sister, being smashed to pieces right before her,

the last line of defense in Su Wanyue's heart collapsed.

Consumed by this grief, the suicidal technique known as "Mental Annihilation" finally completed its terrifying charge!

Su Wanyue, who originally only had the cultivation of the Twelfth Stage, paid the price of burning all her Mental Power essence and completely abandoning the vitality of her physical body.

The energy fluctuations erupting around her were climbing crazily at a speed that defied the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

Thirteenth Stage. Peak Thirteenth Stage. Fourteenth Stage!

At the moment it finished condensing, the intensity of this mental storm directly crossed that insurmountable chasm, reaching the limit of the Fourteenth Stage Transcendence Realm.

"All of you... go to hell."

Su Wanyue snapped her eyes open.

Those pupils, once clear as water and always carrying a hint of innocence, had now transformed into two blinding orbs of light composed of Mental Power.

A killing blow on the mental level is often terrifyingly silent.

An invisible, formless, and terrifying mental shockwave capable of returning all things to nothingness centered on Su Wanyue's frail body, sweeping in a fan shape toward that arrogant Abyssal Overlord of the Transcendence Realm and the hundreds of Twelfth Stage kin behind it.

"Roar... ugh."

That high-dimensional Abyssal Overlord, which just moments ago seemed arrogant enough to crush the entire world, stiffened abruptly in place.

Its six flailing arms froze in mid-air.

A flash of fear crossed its several massive, crimson eyes.

It was the fear from the depths of its soul that low-dimensional beings feel when facing absolute erasure.

The next second, jet-black, foul-smelling liquid gushed out from its eyeballs, nostrils, and every crevice of its hard carapace.

This mental erasure, which surpassed the Fourteenth Stage, acted like a blade cutting through dry wood upon contact, instantly piercing its high-dimensional soul, which it had boasted was indestructible.

It didn't even leave it any room to resist.

"Thud—"

It collapsed like a towering mountain.

The massive carcass of the Transcendence Realm Overlord, having lost all support of life, slammed heavily onto the scorched earth, kicking up dust that filled the sky.

As for the group of elite Twelfth Stage kin behind it, they didn't even have time to groan before their souls were instantly and completely dissolved.

They fell in droves, like wheat being harvested.

One strike, clearing the entire field.

The surviving warriors on the Huayu Association's defensive line stared blankly at this incredible scene, forgetting even to breathe.

However, Su Wanyue, having unleashed such a heaven-defying strike, could no longer hold on.

"Thud."

She fell weakly to the ground, gasping for air.

With every breath, her body flickered, and her figure grew a fraction more translucent.

She lowered her head to look at her small, blood-stained hands.

Her vision began to blur.

She realized that her fingertips were turning into transparent spots of light, like weathered sand, drifting away into the air bit by bit.

This was the price of a heaven-defying strike.

It was the total annihilation of both soul and body.

She didn't have much time left.

Su Wanyue turned her head with difficulty to look at the specially made wheelchair behind her.

On the wheelchair, the white-haired, gaunt man still maintained his dazed, foolish expression.

But at this moment, because of Teacher Wang Jin's tragic sacrifice, a faint ripple appeared in the depths of Su Chen's eyes, which had been dead and silent for half a year.

His eyeballs rotated with extreme difficulty, like rusted gears.

As an expert in Mental Power, Su Wanyue could naturally see that Su Chen's soul had originally been tightly sealed by a hexagonal piece of mysterious ice.

But now, a crack had appeared on one side of that hexagonal mysterious ice sealing his soul.

If the entire surface of the six sides were covered in cracks, perhaps Su Chen would wake up.

"Brother."

Endless joy and tenderness welled up in the depths of Su Wanyue's eyes.

She didn't know where she found the strength; she struggled to crawl up from the ground, dragging her legs that were constantly becoming more transparent, and stumbled toward Su Chen's wheelchair.

She reached out her now semi-transparent hands and gently, longingly cupped Su Chen's handsome face.

"Brother, your eyes moved."

"Can you see Wanyue now?"

Su Chen looked blankly at the girl before him, whose body was turning into specks of light and drifting away.

He wanted to raise his hand to grab her, wanted to open his mouth to call her name.

Although he had no consciousness, in his subconscious, he could sense that the woman before him was very important to him.

His lips trembled violently, but he could not utter a word or even a single syllable.

He could only watch helplessly as large drops of bloody tears rolled from his eyes, hitting the back of Su Wanyue's increasingly insubstantial hands, passing straight through, and dripping onto the wheelchair's armrest.

Watching Su Chen's painful struggle and tear-streaked face, Su Wanyue did not cry.

Instead, she bloomed into a bright smile.

"Brother, don't cry."

She leaned forward, gently resting her illusory forehead against Su Chen's.

Even though she could no longer feel his body heat, she still stubbornly wanted to leave her warmth for him.

"Before, I was always a tag-along, a burden."

"Every time we encountered danger, I had to hide behind you, watching you risk your life for me, watching you get hurt."

Su Wanyue's voice grew softer and softer, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Her body, starting from her lower half, had turned into a sky full of fireflies.

"But today, Wanyue protected you."

Her eyes, filled with love and reluctance to part, gazed affectionately at Su Chen.

Using the last ounce of her strength, she whispered softly.

"Brother..." "I am finally not a burden to you."

The moment her voice fell, a sea breeze blew by.

Su Wanyue's stunningly beautiful smile, at the most brilliant moment of her life, turned into thousands of points of transparent starlight.