Chapter 1796: Whether He Lives or Dies, It Matters Not

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A simple sentence brought the fallen Ning Wang, who was already prepared to face death at the bottom of the abyss, back from the brink.

Lord Ning, who had been rekindled with hope, opened his eyes. Before he could speak, a beam of light shot out from Jian Xin's left index finger and pierced through Lord Ning's brow in an instant.

King Ning's expression of surprise froze, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared fixedly at Jian Xin.

Jianxin let out a light chuckle and said, "What use is being a prince, or holding power over troops, or dividing the land and wielding great authority In the face of death, what difference is there between you and an ant"

"I'm sorry, I changed my mind again at the last minute. To be honest, I'd rather not offend him than you. He's... quite petty, you know"

The voice seemed to come from afar. When it reached King Ning's mind, it was distant and ethereal. He felt himself falling heavily face-first into the snow, staring up at the sky with wide eyes. The snowfall that had stopped inexplicably began again. A snowflake landed in his eye, and King Ning instinctively blinked. Whether it was the melting water from the snowflake or tears, something slid down his cheek.

The King of Ning fell to the ground, his breath gone.

Jianxin did not care what the King Ning was thinking as he died, nor how many heroes had died before achieving victory, or how many powerful figures had ended their days in obscurity.

He just cared that in the end, he still chose to obey Li Chen's orders.

This makes Jianxin very uncomfortable.

He felt that regardless of whether he was the leader of the White Lotus Sect or a cultivator in the Earthly Immortal realm, either identity gave him enough reason and confidence to ignore Li Chen's words.

But just as he decided to let Ning Wang go, he thought of Gong Huiyu... Then, Ning Wang died.

Whether it was Li Chen or the King of Ning, only Gong Huiyu truly influenced Jian Xin's choice.

Without even glancing at Ning Wang's corpse on the ground, Jian Xin took a step forward and vanished into the wind and snow.

As for King Ning's body, it would naturally be discovered and taken away. After all, this place was only a few miles from the camp of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun. Every half hour, there would definitely be patrols passing through here.

As for what ripples the discovery of King Ning's body would cause, that is none of Jian Xin's concern.

When Jianxin returned to Wulong Mountain, Li Chen and Huangji Tian were sitting in a pavilion, cooking plum wine.

“Back.”

Li Chen glanced at Jian Xin and, with a smile, pointed to the empty seat opposite him. "Come sit here," he said. "In this freezing weather, a cup of plum wine is the best way to warm up."

Jian Xin raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, but she didn't refuse. She sat down directly.

"Prince Ning..."

"He died."

Jian Xin interrupted Li Chen's words, saying lightly: "You don't believe me It's a pity I didn't bring his head back to prove it."

"No need, no need."

Li Chen waved his hand and smiled, "Actually, whether he lives or dies doesn't matter."

Jian Xin frowned, a little confused by Li Chen's words.

And just at that moment, a mighty sound of marching came.

Jian Xin suddenly turned his head and saw, under the vast expanse of white snow line on Wulong Mountain, a team stretching as far as the eye could see advancing in the direction he had come from.

"After watching for so long, it was finally my turn, Jin Jun, to make a move. I just didn't expect that in the first battle, I would be going up against the Yan Yun Sixteen Riders."

The Sovereign of the Supreme Heavens sighed deeply.

This statement caused Jianxin's face to change.

Then, he heard Li Chen say: "Whether King Ning lives or dies is never important. What matters are those who followed King Ning to the end, they must die. The Sixteen Cavalry of Yan Yun cannot be used by me, so they can only turn into ashes."n flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.Yelü Guzanqi scrambled to his feet, shamefaced and too embarrassed to meet anyone's gaze. He hung his head low and hurried after the others.Thus far, the Liao...