Chapter 483 : The Final War (6)
Qiao Wei trembled, his body wracked with a bizarre mix of awe and confusion. His mouth hung agape, brows furrowed in a question mark etched on his face. The blade in his hand wobbled, its deadly purpose dissolving.
A ragged gasp escaped him as his arm lost strength, the weapon missed its initial trajectory and slashed a wound across Xie Jianshen’s cheek before it clattered to the ground with a metallic clang.
Across from him, a crimson stain blossomed on Xie Jianshen’s cheek, mixing with tears that spilled from the latter’s eyes.
A choked sob, thick with unshed tears, threatened to erupt from Qiao Wei’s throat, but something far more violent surged up first. A metallic tang flooded his mouth, followed by a hot gush that erupted in a crimson spray. Only then did his gaze drop down, finally registering a spear’s pointy tip protruding from his chest.
Qiao Wei’s eyes fluttered close as he fell backward. A pair of familiar arms grabbed him from behind and pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Jianbao..."
Zhang Fengxi wept, tears cascading down his face like a relentless waterfall. Qiao Wei, eyelids fluttering open with agonizing slowness, found himself gazing upon his tear-streaked visage.
The throbbing in his head, a relentless tormentor, gradually receded, replaced by an unsettling yet strangely peaceful sensation that seeped through his body. Exhaustion, vast and all-encompassing, settled over him, threatening to pull him under.
A trembling hand grasped his chin and forced him to stay awake. A soft groan escaped Qiao Wei as he clung to life with everything he had.
"Jianbao, do you remember...?" Zhang Fengxi asked, his voice hoarse from the relentless grip of grief.
Qiao Wei’s lips quivered slightly.