Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

Chapter 243 It all Ends with painful memories! (Part 4)

The dragon tried to tear the thick red blade, but to its distress, the blade ravaged its face and the rest of its body before making its way towards the old man.

*Boom!*

The grand elder was scared to see how his strike was shattered, and the attack responsible for it was rushing in his direction at full speed.

"NO!!" The look of horror in his eyes deepened as he saw death approaching him in the form of that strike.

"Curse you, Lin Feng!" Those were the only words before he was also cut apart in two pieces by the arc. Even after cutting the man apart, the attack did not have the slightest intention of stopping and charged straight toward the sky, only to fade away before it reached the array formation.

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A little far away,

"Who did you want me to save again?" An old man stood on a faraway cliff with a sun-kissed girl who was shedding tears at the sight of the boy. He looked at the scene with shock and astonishment. Dumbfoundedly, he turned and mockingly asked his granddaughter.

"Brother Tian!"

Holding her chest, Ruo'er tried to call out to the boy, but something in her heart held her back from calling him out loud.

"What happened? You would have rushed to be with him. Did his killing scare you?"

Hearing the teasing from her grandfather, Ruo'er shook her head without looking away from Noah.

"I just don't know if he is the same Brother Tian anymore." Her eyes seemed lost as if trying to search for her old brother Tian in him only to find him nowhere.

Noah stood in the middle of a battle with a sword in his hand and a look of love and longing in his eyes, unfazed by the swarm of cultivators about to launch attacks at him.

There was always a drawback to using power greater than one's reach. The Heart Bearing Strike had the same thing. It was a vulnerability to emotions and losing oneself to it. Noah had gotten himself the chance to experience just that.

At this moment, to him, the sky was the canvas and the people rushing at him were the paint waiting for him to create something his heart yearned for.

*Woosh*

*Fuuuahhhh!*

Seeing all kinds of attacks hurtling in his direction, Noah gripped his fingers around his sword. With his muscles and his mind relaxed, he moved it like a stroke of a brush.

Meticulous and precise, the swords deflected all the attacks before he changed the direction of its movements.

*Slash!*

"Ah~" A head flew in the air, releasing a gush of blood, which was then guided by Noah's blade and the light of the moon to form such a beautiful stroke of outline that it caused the boy to let out a satisfied sound.

*Swoosh!*

*Thud!*

The blood did not seem to be affected by gravity as, one after another, heads flew in the air. Stroke after stroke birthed a perfect outline for an oval face.

"Beneath the moon's light, a tale of sorrow spun,"