After midnight

The strong wind blew over the hem of Zhang Yang's pants, raising the dust of rubble. In the ruins that had just been razed to the ground, Zhang Yang tried his best to avoid the almost transparent thin silk threads.

It was no secret that An Yan could change the form of pure power at will. But Zhang Yang was arbitrary and he was not well-informed. Apart from the "absolute defense" he had just seen, this was the first time he knew that An Yan's pure power had such a form. It was like the strings of a puppet or the silk spit out by a poisonous spider. Once you get involved, it would be terrible.

In the woods not far away, fog slowly appeared. But Zhang Yang didn't realize it. The tough thin threads in front of him exhausted him. He kept fighting with those thin threads with pure strength until a gust of wind blew and he felt a layer of chilling wetness on his arms and back. Then he suddenly realized that the fog had already formed.

The fog quickly submerged everything. In the fog, the light would become blurred. Therefore, the moment the fog swallowed Zhang Yang, An Yan quickly rushed forward and approached him quietly.

"Ah!" Zhang Yang screamed. Before he could react to what was happening, his right leg was already a bloody mess.

It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts like hell. Zhang Yang almost fell straight to the ground. He tried to struggle but found that he couldn't stand up at all. He covered his right leg with both hands, sweating coldly. Just as he was enduring the pain, An Yan's figure appeared from the mist. He stood about two meters away from Zhang Yang, and then stopped moving.

"Your bones are already broken. I advise you not to struggle any further."

It turned out that the bones were broken, no wonder it hurt so much, Zhang Yang thought. But how could this pain compare to the heart-wrenching pain nineteen years ago. Zhang Yang loosened his bloody hands and used his two strong arms to support himself on the ground, slowly standing up. He knew An Yan was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be defeated so quickly.

Zhang Yang shook his body and said, "An Yan, won't you give your enemy a fatal blow?"

The mist suddenly dissipated, and An Yan reappeared in front of Zhang Yang like a Rakshasa, holding a sharp sword of pure energy. "I won't let you die so easily."

"That's true." Zhang Yang chuckled. "How did you know me at that time?"

"My mother, she left behind a diary."

"I see. So... that's how it is."

An Yan looked at Zhang Yang with pity. He hated him. But when he saw Zhang Yang at this moment, he couldn't just hate him. "He, I mean my uncle, he also left a diary like my mother. So, do you want to know what's inside it?"

As An Yan spoke, he took out the black notebook he had been holding in front of his chest and raised it towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's eyes widened in disbelief, desire and fear intertwined. He unconsciously stretched out his hand to reach it.

An Yan took a step back at this time. He casually turned a page, glanced at the content, and then looked at Zhang Yang vaguely.

"What a pity." An Yan quickly closed the diary and stuffed it back into his chest, then changed his tone and said, "What a pity, Zhang Yang. You will never know what he said or wrote in it. You will also never know that he left a message for you before he was killed by you. I guess my uncle died sitting at his desk. Otherwise, he wouldn't have written his last words on a piece of blood-stained paper for you, writing down the ending you brought to him!"

An Yan roared, his eyes red. He really hated Zhang Yang.

"You are a liar! A liar!" Zhang Yang staggered two steps with a trembling body and almost fell down.

"Your birthday is June 19th, and your name was given to you by your mother. Your original surname was not Zhang, but Zhao. Before she died, your mother changed your surname to Zhang, hoping that one day you would open your arms and embrace the sun. Am I right?"

"How do you know? Did he tell you? No, that's not right. Was it written in the diary?"

"Yes, it's written in this diary. Have you forgotten? My uncle died before I was born. You killed him with your own hands. My father and mother also died. You also killed them with your own hands."

"Yes, it's me, it's all me. Then why don't you kill me?" Zhang Yang roared.

"Don't worry, I will definitely kill you." An Yan raised his wrist, and the sharp sword reappeared in his hand. The blue, thin sword head was only two inches away from Zhang Yang. With a little force, it could pierce his chest. An Yan turned his head and aimed at his heart.

Zhang Yang closed his eyes and his body trembled slightly. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"why."

Zhang Yang opened his eyes nervously and saw that An Yan had taken back his pure power and was looking at him gloomily. "Because I have been waiting for you..."

"Tsk." An Yan interrupted him impatiently, "I'm asking why you betrayed your 'Son of God'?"

"Why?" Zhang Yang murmured.

"You ask me why?" Zhang Yang shouted to the sky again. "Because I hate him."

"I hate him. Some people are born a mistake. We are both mistakes, so why can he be happier than me? Why can he always be so calm and clean? He is not the sun that can save the world. He is the moon that is high above. He stands so high and so ethereal. I hate him. I really hate the way he is. Since his end is already determined, why can't I destroy him!"

"An Yan, you know it best. Because the next 'Son of God' is about to be born, he must perish first. Instead of handing him over to Song Hongtian, isn't it the best outcome for him to be handed over to me?"

"What about my parents?" An Yan was surprisingly calm.

"Your parents died because of you, Anyan. Two 'sons of God' were born in a family one after another. Isn't this the will of God? I destroyed your uncle, and I will destroy you too. 'Son of God' who grew up in darkness and pain, I want to see what the difference is between you and your uncle."

"Do you see it now?"

"No, you are very similar, both of you are equally disgusting." Zhang Yang shook his head.

"Heh." An Yan sneered.

"But he is much braver than you." Zhang Yang continued without caring about An Yan's attitude, "An Yan, you know best what you lost to get here. Zhao Yunqi, Lin Xuanfeng, I don't need to say more, it was your cowardice that killed people who had nothing to do with you."

Zhang Yang observed the expression on An Yan's face while talking, but An Yan looked normal. Yes, that's how he looked, and that's why he hated them so much. He hated them, hated them. He hated An Yan, An Ge, and An Ran even more. He wanted everyone he hated to die.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and raised his head. He transformed into pure power, and a cold look appeared on his face. He wanted to carve a hole in their lives, and that hole would be filled with endless darkness and coldness. Now, he only needed An Yan.

An Yan held the blade of pure energy in his right hand again, and the blue light reflected his clear face. If a person only harbored naked malice, then there would be no need to waste words.

"An Yan, where is your 'guardian'? He is so weak, you probably don't need him."

"I am strong enough. Zhang Yang, you really want to be killed by me. Your corrupt and sinful soul is in urgent need of salvation. You are waiting to go to heaven, but I want to send you to hell." After saying this, An Yan rushed towards him. He slashed with his left knife, slashed with his right sword, and then stabbed Zhang Yang's side with a sudden attack.

"How did you manage to survive until today? You are too weak. You are not worth even a bit of my effort." An Yan said as he pulled the sword out of his body.

An Yan said this, Zhang Yang can conjure pure energy and transform it into the form of a sword, which is rare in the world. An Yan said this just because he wanted to stimulate him, and he was indeed too strong, abnormally strong.

But who would have thought that Zhang Yang, who always thought highly of himself, did not refute. He wiped the blood that flowed from his mouth and said, "I never said that I was strong. After all, An Ran did that to me. After all, I only used a small dagger to kill An Ran."

As if hearing An Ran's name from Zhang Yang again, An Yan's eyes suddenly became fierce. "To Song Yu, to Song Hongtian, and even to everyone else, you are a sharp weapon against me. But in fact, I can tell you that you are nothing to me. Even less to him. From the moment my uncle knew you were going to betray him, he was completely relieved. Otherwise, why do you think he would sit and wait for you to kill him? He, like me, already knew his own end. You are just a tool for him to achieve his goal. How well do you think you know him? He actually doesn't care about you at all. From the moment you chose to betray him, he abandoned you first. Do you know how ridiculous your obsession has been for the past 19 years?"

"No, it's impossible."

"Is it really impossible? Then do you know what his final plan is?"

"Assumption? What idea?"

"I said you didn't understand him. He died for this reason. His death has nothing to do with you. He just used you. Who of you has tortured whom for more than ten years?"

"Hahahaha, he's dead. You can say whatever you want."

"Maybe. You can doubt it. But what I said is the truth. But you will never know it, because it was you who killed him."

"Hahahaha." Zhang Yang laughed until tears came out. "An Yan, you have such a cruel heart."

"How can my thoughts compare to yours, Zhang Yang, prepare to die."

"Wait." Zhang Yang took out a dagger from his pocket. The dagger was small and delicate, with intricate patterns polished to a shine. "An Yan, use this dagger to kill me. It was this dagger that killed your dear uncle."

An Yan took it, he lowered his head and stared at Posa for a while, then raised his head and pretended to stab him fiercely. As expected, An Yan saw Zhang Yang's relieved expression. However, at the critical moment, when the dagger touched the smooth and soft fabric of Zhang Yang's chest, An Yan let go of his hand and threw the dagger to the ground, and the dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The blade of pure energy with a blue glow pierced Zhang Yang's chest, and An Yan whispered in Zhang Yang's ear.

"I told you I'd send you to hell."