TSFLIP Chapter 660

Afraid of hurting Feng Guang in the fight, Yun Ji had no choice but to release her hand and turn his attack toward Xia Yanyu instead. Just as Feng Guang let out a breath of relief, she suddenly felt a scorching gaze on her. Her expression froze—following the direction of that gaze, she saw Jun Yu staring at her with an unreadable look in his eyes.

Damn it, what right did he have to look at her like that!?

The bitterness and resentment from five hundred years ago surged up in her heart. A cold sword appeared in Feng Guang’s hand, and as her memories awakened, her power multiplied. Now, with her sword drawn, her presence was anything but ordinary.

The wind howled around them. The sudden shift made Xia Yanyu and Yun Ji halt their battle and turn their eyes toward Feng Guang.

Feng Guang looked only at Jun Yu. She smiled sweetly, just as she had back then. “Jun Yu, do you remember… what I once told you?”

“I remember.” Jun Yu glanced at the sword in her hand, his expression unchanged. “You said that if there were a next life, you would stab me in the chest so I could feel your pain.”

“That’s right.” Feng Guang narrowed her eyes in a smile. “For all these years, I’ve been dreaming the same dream. I never knew who the man and woman in it were—I couldn’t see their faces. But now… now I can. Clear enough that I can’t help but want to kill you.”

Jun Yu lowered his gaze. “I was wrong.”

She sneered. “Wrong? The mighty Demon Lord making mistakes? Since when?”

“What are you talking about…” Yun Ji stared at Feng Guang in shock. “You said… what kind of dream do you have?”

“What dream? Of course, about that girl called Anuan and the Demon Lord,” Feng Guang answered, tilting her head with an innocent smile.

Yun Ji froze in place.

Xia Yanyu, unlike him, didn’t look surprised—almost as if she had expected this. She glanced at the silent Jun Yu, her clenched fists digging her nails into her palms.

Feng Guang no longer looked at Yun Ji. Her eyes stayed on Jun Yu. “Jun Yu, you love Yanyu, don’t you?”

“Yes.” His answer came without a hint of hesitation.

Xia Yanyu’s lips trembled, her eyes flickering.

Feng Guang smiled again. “So, if I stab you in the heart now, you’ll accept it, won’t you?”

Jun Yu replied, “I will.”

“Good. Truly worthy of the Demon Lord—such courage.” Feng Guang praised him, then raised her sword, the tip aimed straight at his chest. “If you die, then you die a worthy death. If you survive… then everything between us will be wiped clean. Are you ready to pay the price?”

Jun Yu’s expression didn’t change, though his eyes darkened. “Five hundred years ago, the moment you died in my arms, I had already prepared myself for everything.”

“That’s good…” Feng Guang smiled with satisfaction.

“Feng Guang, don’t!” Xia Yanyu cried out.

She began to form a spell to stop Feng Guang, but her magic failed.

A black mist suddenly rose, devouring everything it touched—plants, trees, all corroded into nothingness. Xia Yanyu’s spell hit the mist and dissolved without a trace.

And Feng Guang’s sword had already pierced Jun Yu’s chest.

“Jun Yu!” Xia Yanyu screamed, but the black fog blocked her path.

“This mist…” Yun Ji’s eyes narrowed. “It’s him!”

Blood trickled from the corner of Jun Yu’s lips. His fading eyes fixed on Feng Guang. “Five hundred years ago… I truly did fall for you.”

“The Feng Guang of today doesn’t need that answer,” she said coldly, pulling her sword free.

Five hundred years ago… there had indeed been beautiful memories between them.

Jun Yu raised his hand, almost touching her cheek, when suddenly her entire body was engulfed by the black mist.

When the mist drew back, a man stood behind her—a white-haired man clad in black. His arm circled Feng Guang’s waist, drawing her firmly into his embrace. He looked at Jun Yu, lips curling into a mocking smile, full of disdain.