It seems...

Ye Yinyin’s premonition came true.

Someone was about to die.

Right as Song Kunlun was shouting joyously.

Song Yun, who was held in Song Kunlun’s hand, suddenly opened his eyes.

Yes, that’s right, he suddenly opened his eyes, accompanied by a gasp of breath.

Just like when we hold our breath underwater for a long time and then surface to take a big gulp of air.

Song Yun took a deep breath, and immediately, his chest quickly expanded.

Resurrection.

This is absolutely impossible, because such things only exist in fantasy novels, in reality, when someone is dead, they’re not coming back to life.

Why did Song Yun die and come back to life?

Song Yun himself was unsure.

Song Yun only felt that his soul seemed to be flying leisurely upwards, and then suddenly felt a powerful force rising from somewhere in his body.

The speed at which this power was generated was incredibly fast, if it could be described as light speed, then it certainly was light speed.

Originally, Song Yun, who seemed to have already died, should not have been able to feel this power, because the source of power had died.

Yet, Song Yun felt it.

Moreover, Song Yun felt it very clearly.

Then.

Song Yun felt pain, felt a tearing pain.

This came from his own body.

Although the powerful force rose, the injuries on his body did not improve, and this powerful force made Song Yun’s already heavily injured body even more fragile, almost like a piece of paper.

But it was undeniable.

This force.

Was too powerful.

To what extent was it powerful?

Song Yun was unclear.

Anyway, Song Yun just wanted to awaken, to deeply replenish the oxygen in his previously momentarily suffocated body.

Then, Song Yun woke up.

Then, Song Yun took a deep breath.

This breath reminded one of a word.

Whale suction.

As if a whale was sucking in air.

Song Yun’s entire chest, which had shrunk down, inflated high in less than a second.

At that moment, Song Kunlun’s face showed surprised expression.

Song Yun’s hand was already raised.

His right hand.

The only right hand Song Yun could move.

In his right hand, the Seven Killings Ghost Blade was still held tightly.

The temporary death did not make Song Yun’s hand release its grip.

The Seven Killings Ghost Blade seemed to be fused with Song Yun’s body.

"Planning a desperate counterattack."

Although surprised by Song Yun’s revival again, Song Kunlun was not the least scared.

At this moment, he was brimming with confidence.

Even if Song Yun was in full strength, he couldn’t inflict even a bit of harm on Song Kunlun, so what could the half-dead Song Yun do?

Nothing.

"Since you’re not dead yet, I’ll make sure you die completely."

Song Kunlun did not bother about Song Yun’s swinging hand but raised his other hand directly, spreading his fingers, and slapped it towards Song Yun’s head.

This slap was the hardest one Song Kunlun had used till now, a slap he felt had already surpassed the human category.

This slap could even break a polar bear’s skull.

The Seven Killings Ghost Blade in Song Yun’s hand, also shone with a chilling light, aimed at Song Kunlun’s temple.

Song Yun’s hand grasped the blade tightly.

Due to the immense force, the edge of the Seven Killings Ghost Blade had already pierced Song Yun’s skin, blood trickling down the blade.

"Do you think, this last desperate struggle is useful? Do you think a broken dagger could harm me? Do you think you can defeat me with just one hand? Song Yun, you’re too foolish and naive. Just die."

Song Kunlun yelled, as his slap was about to land on Song Yun’s head.

And at that moment.

Poo.

A sound of a knife sinking into flesh.

Song Kunlun’s hand froze in mid-air.

Then, Song Kunlun, in disbelief, looked at Song Yun.

Song Yun released his grip on the Seven Killings Ghost Blade, his right hand, due to excessive force, was cut deeply with skin almost rotting away, the bone faintly visible, blood pouring freely.

But now, the edge of the Seven Killings Ghost Blade was stuck on Song Kunlun’s head.

To be precise, it was stabbed into Song Kunlun’s temple.

Song Kunlun couldn’t understand how, in its final attack, the already dying Song Yun managed to break his defenses, managed to stab the dagger into his brain, managed to...

Kill him.

The temple is almost everyone’s fatal spot.

And this strike by Song Yun not just broke Song Kunlun’s skin, half of the blade of the Seven Killings Ghost Blade plunged into Song Kunlun’s brain.

The human brain is one’s central control, the most vital part of the body.

The blade of the Seven Killings Ghost Blade had pierced Song Kunlun’s brain matter.

Even with Song Kunlun’s immense martial strength, stabbing into the brain made him instantly lose power, he then collapsed to the ground.

Song Yun’s body also dropped simultaneously.

Thud thud.

Two heavy sounds.

Both fell to the ground simultaneously.

Song Kunlun’s body shook violently, although his brain was stabbed, with his strong prowess, he surprisingly hadn’t yet died.

Song Kunlun’s orifices started bleeding quickly.

"Song Yun."

Song Kunlun glared, as if he wanted to devour Song Yun, screaming, "I want to kill you."

Song Yun lay peacefully on the ground, watching the dying Song Kunlun, calmly said, "I told you, even if I give you two legs and one hand, I can still take you down, you have no chance."

"Then let’s die together."

Song Kunlun roared, trembling, he pulled a thumb-sized remote from his pocket, then clicked a button on it.

"Prince, don’t."

At this moment, someone beside him yelled.

Song Yun looked and it turned out to be the White Dragon King whom he had maimed, yet the White Dragon King hadn’t died.

When Song Kunlun pressed the button, the White Dragon King’s face turned pale.

In Song Yun’s surprised gaze.

Boom. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

A loud explosion.

The entire laboratory seemed to move.

The instant Song Kunlun pressed the button, his eyes rolled and he lost all vitality.