"Boom—"
The next second, the helicopter exploded in mid-air.
Brilliant like fireworks blooming, but bringing the smile of Yama, causing despair and chilling the heart.
Murong Mingyue's glider was less than ten zhang away from the helicopter.
Seeing this scene, Murong Mingyue's eyes were about to split.
But before she could cry out.
"Rumble—"
The shockwave from the explosion rolled in, instantly throwing the glider into disarray, causing it to plummet wildly.
"Clang..."
Within seconds, the glider crashed to the ground.
Fortunately, the glider was a distance away from the helicopter and not at the center of the explosion, so the impact was greatly reduced.
Fortunately, the glider did not crash directly but fell slowly, so the speed at the moment of landing was not excessively high.
Although Murong Mingyue was disoriented by the fall, her injuries were all external.
Almost at the same time.
"Clang..."
A deafening sound echoed.
Small debris left over from the helicopter explosion, burning and trailing thick smoke, plummeted down rapidly.
They smashed heavily onto the ground.
And they smashed heavily onto Murong Mingyue's heart.
"Little Junior Brother!"
"No—"
At this moment, Murong Mingyue's heart was torn to shreds, her voice hoarse.
"No!"
"It can't be!"
"Little Junior Brother, you won't die, will you?"
Murong Mingyue, like a madwoman, stumbled and ran towards the wreckage of the helicopter.
She fell several times, and got up several times.
Unfazed by the high temperature, unafraid of the flames.
Within two to three meters of the wreckage, Murong Mingyue collapsed on the ground.
Because...
Other than the wreckage, there was nothing else.
"Little Junior Brother..."
Murong Mingyue wailed, tears streaming down her face, "I shouldn't have let you go in..."
Nothing is more painful than losing a loved one.
If there is...
It is the same as now...
Murong Mingyue watched helplessly as Bai Zihe died before her eyes.
"Fourth Senior Sister..."
Just then, a voice came from behind her.
Murong Mingyue could hardly believe her ears.
She immediately turned around.
Behind her, Bai Zihe stood there, resolute.
His gaze towards her was full of tenderness.
"Little Junior Brother, you're still..."
Murong Mingyue leaped from the ground and rushed forward to embrace Bai Zihe, "You... you're alive, that's good, that's good..."
For a moment.
She thought that her little junior brother had already left her.
Murong Mingyue hugged Bai Zihe tightly, afraid that if she let go, he would be taken away by the King of Hell...
Until.
"Cough cough..."
Bai Zihe was suffocating.
Murong Mingyue then realized she might have gone too far and immediately let go.
"Little Junior Brother, you scared me to death."
The tear stains on her face were visibly dry, like a pear blossom after rain, adding a unique charm.
As she spoke.
She also checked Bai Zihe all over.
Only after confirming he was truly unharmed did she relax.
Bai Zihe also felt lingering fear, "Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough and jumped down in time. Otherwise, it would have been really dangerous..."
While Bai Zihe was confident in his own strength.
However, at this point.
Hot weapons were still deadly, and he did not dare to use his body as an experiment.
Murong Mingyue recovered her composure, her complexion improving slightly.
She let out a long sigh of relief, and her beautiful eyes held shock, "Little Junior Brother, what is your current strength, to actually..."
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.
The helicopter was already hundreds of meters high, and suddenly exploded, yet the young junior brother survived unharmed...
It was simply unbelievable.
"Specific strength..."
Bai Zihe himself was unsure.
Last time, during the Battle Department's Road of Life and Death, Lin Yan had said that he was at the early stage of the Yuan Dan realm.
And now, so much time had passed.
Bai Zihe practiced every day, and improved every day.
He believed he was much stronger than back then, but he couldn't say exactly how much.
So he replied, "I don't know what my strength is, but it's very powerful."
"Like Grandmasters or something..."
Bai Zihe said nonchalantly, "One punch each."
Murong Mingyue was stunned speechless.
Grandmasters...
They were the pinnacle of ancient martial artists.
Any one of them could revitalize a family, dominate a region, and become a paramount figure.
Yet, they were spoken of so dismissively by her junior brother, as if he could defeat them with one punch...
It was simply too confident.
However, this was a good thing.
Bai Zihe was her junior brother!
"Did you get the item?"
Murong Mingyue asked casually.
Bai Zihe smiled slightly and extended his right hand, palm open.
A stone appeared there.
Instantly.
Rich spiritual energy swept out, alleviating some of Murong Mingyue's fatigue.