Witnessing his beloved die miserably with silver white hair like snow, his face wrinkled and old as if he were an elderly man, tears incessantly streamed from Ouyang Chuchen's eyes as he desperately protected the woman in his embrace, furiously shouting: "Qingyu, wake up! I was wrong... I know I was wrong, I will never abandon you again."
Even though Ouyang Chuchen was heartbroken, how could the dead come back to life? Ouyang Chuchen wept bitterly, his heart aching as if it were being torn apart.
Immediately, his gaze turned icy, and holding the woman in his arms, he left the Divine Pavilion secret chamber and rushed out of the Divine Pavilion.
"Hoo..."
Ouyang Chuchen rose with the wind, at an incredible speed, floating in mid-air, while the woman lying quietly in his arms had already lost all traces of life.
At this moment, Ouyang Chuchen emitted a fiery glow all over, resembling a War God, a dazzling brilliance enveloping him, making him appear extraordinary.
