The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 2753

Previously on The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady...
In the aftermath of Satan's devastating self-explosion, Shen Yanxiao stands alone amid the lifeless bodies of her companions, grief consuming her. The warmth of the sun feels cold against her heart as she grapples with the loss of those she loved, her only anchor being the haunting memories of their final moments together. As she assumes her role as the leader of the barren land, she tasks Durang with managing their surviving forces, all while her sorrow deepens. Enveloped in despair, she meticulously gathers her fallen friends around her, surrounded by a barrier that keeps others at bay, a silent testament to her heartbreak and newfound solitude.

Once everything was settled, Shen Yanxiao sat in the center of the formation with Xiu resting beside her, looking as though he were merely asleep.

She lifted his head with care, resting it gently upon her knees, acting as if she feared any movement might disturb his slumber.

“I want to offer my thanks to whoever sent me here, yet at the same time, I wish I could kill you.” Shen Yanxiao gazed up at the heavens. She remained uncertain whether this rebirth was a divine blessing or a celestial curse.

Heaven had granted her precious emotions she had never experienced before, only to cruelly tear them away in the end.

“I don’t care about any of you!” Shen Yanxiao exhaled sharply. Suddenly, she threw her hand upward as a brilliant white light condensed in her palm. With a fierce motion, she plunged her hand—surcharged with immense power—directly into her own chest.

“I don’t need it.” Blood spilled from the corners of Shen Yanxiao's mouth. Using her own cultivation, she crushed her very soul. As her power began to leak out violently, she used the force to shatter every ornament adorning her body!

Beyond the barrier, the members of the Allied forces watched Shen Yanxiao’s frantic actions in horror. They wailed for her to stop, but their desperate cries were completely shut out by the barrier she had erected.

The necklace bestowed upon her by Teacher Yunqi shattered, and the sacred artifact she had forged with her own hands crumbled. Shen Yanxiao’s aura grew increasingly faint. She watched as the multi-melting pot on her wrist fractured and fell, the ring on her finger snapped, and the treasures stored within spilled out, only to be ground into fine powder by her rampaging strength.

Wait for me... just wait, we will be reunited soon.

It is said that in the next life, no one will be missing.

Shen Yanxiao closed her eyes peacefully, as if she could see the familiar, smiling faces of Xiu and her companions. They seemed to be standing just a short distance away, waiting for her arrival.

With a crisp jingle, a damaged bead rolled out from the ruins of the ring. Under the relentless assault of the surrounding energy, the bead suddenly cracked open.

A blinding radiance erupted from those fissures, the light intensifying with every passing second!

“My God! Satan, what a troublesome life you lead.” A voice, sounding both shocked and exasperated, drifted out from the brilliance.

The Allied Army outside the barrier stared with wide eyes at the figure slowly manifesting within the light.

It was a holy presence that commanded such reverence that people dared not look directly at it. Long blonde hair cascaded loosely behind the figure, shimmering like golden sunlight.

Clad in white, the man stood within the barrier, his golden eyes narrowed slightly in a look of profound distress.

He lifted his head, his golden gaze fixed upon the sun in the sky. He reached out his hand slightly, capturing a faint black mist within his palm.

“I’ve only been gone for a short while, yet you’ve already tried to ruin the world. I told you long ago that Leah isn’t here. You can’t behave like this, can you? Oh, heavens! What have you done to my lovely children! Xiu! Little Sun! Little Dragon!” The man glanced at the bodies scattered across the ground, his handsome features twitching incessantly.

He raised his hand, casting a golden glow over every figure lying on the earth.

The light gradually sank into their bodies, slowly fading away.

Shen Yanxiao felt that death was imminent, yet a mysterious force appeared out of nowhere, forcefully mending her shattered soul. The speed at which her soul was being restored was even more terrifying than the speed at which she had destroyed it!

She couldn't even die in peace. God was truly playing a joke on her!

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