In Sun Lang's eyes, every life had weight.
Most of them were zero, and a small number were greater than zero. And the weight of these small numbers of lives had extremely precise differences … To him, lives had different values.
Therefore, it was clear at a glance whose life he had to protect first.
Sword Qi flowed and the Blazing Angel circled. Sun Lang pointed with both hands and dozens of sword glows shot out like meteors, sweeping away the sharp Sword Qi of Gold Radiance. According to the order of priority, he controlled the Blazing Angel to block the intercepting Sword Qi and used his inner qi to form a shield to deflect the killing move aimed at Xie Wei. Then, he swung his sword horizontally to save Bai Yuwei.
Finally, he charged at Bai Zhenming.
But this was Rushou's goal … the most despicable sneak attack had been prepared for Bai Zhenming.
With Bai Zhenming's martial arts, he naturally could not avoid the Sword Spirit's deliberate sneak attack. Moreover, the head of the Bai family was muddle-headed and only had his father in his eyes.
With a series of explosions, Sun Lang's right hand strummed like he was stroking the strings of a pipa. Sword Qi shot out like rain hitting banana leaves. But there was a limit to human strength. He had to focus on the safety of everyone and also defend against Rushou's attacks. He did not have much energy left for Bai Zhenming.
This was because in his eyes, life had different values. Bai Zhenming's life was worthless. If not for Bai Yuwei's shout, he would not have even wanted to move.
However, even though he tried his best to deflect the Sword Qi that was attacking Bai Zhenming, a sinister and terrifying edge had already silently shot out. Bai Zhenming, who was running wildly towards his father, trembled violently.
With a soft sound, an arrow of blood shot out from Bai Zhenming's body.
Previously, Bai Yuwei had been struggling with all his might, shouting loudly for his son to escape. At this time, he was more and more sad and indignant at his own powerlessness. If it was in the past, he could easily protect his son's life, but now he was just an incompetent and humble old man. He was about to die and could only watch his son walk towards death.
When he saw the blood spurting out of his son's body, Bai Yuwei opened his mouth wide. A mixture of regret and pain appeared on his face. He clutched his chest tightly, and his face was tense. He wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't. He wanted to cry, but there were no tears.
Sun Lang stopped in front of Bai Zhenming and sealed his wound. He looked at the Patriarch of the Bai Clan with a strange expression … Just now, he had blocked almost all of the attacks. With Bai Zhenming's martial arts, if he was willing to dodge, he might be able to escape with his life.
But he didn't.
Bai Zhenming looked at his father with a sad and dejected expression. His body swayed.
Sun Lang reached out to help him up. "You …"
Bai Zhenming looked at Sun Lang, and his expression immediately became ferocious and hostile. He gathered his strength and slapped away Sun Lang's hand. He cursed angrily, "Bastard!
I won't let you go even if I become a ghost! "
Sun Lang's face turned cold. Without another word, he raised his leg and kicked. "I gave you face, but you didn't want it!"
At this time, Bai Zhenming was already seriously injured. The Gold Obsidian sword aura was surging in his body, and he couldn't dodge this kick no matter how hard he tried. He was kicked in the chest, and his whole body flew out.
Then, he landed beside Bai Yuwei.
Bai Yuwei scrambled to his feet and dragged his heavy body to his son's side. He placed Bai Zhenming's head on his lap, and then clumsily checked his son's injuries.
His divine ability that made the Sky Demon tremble had disappeared without a trace. Without the support of his internal energy, most of his senses were deteriorating. He could only use the most primitive method to check his son's body.
Then, the old man felt a heart-wrenching pain. He was a veteran general of Tianyuan and had seen many life and death situations, so he quickly realized that his son's life was like a candle in the wind.
He had been fighting the Sky Demon his whole life. He had seen countless brave and loyal elite soldiers walk to their deaths and close their eyes forever in front of him.
He thought that his heart was already as hard as stone, but when he was about to die, he had to send his son off … This cruel fate made him feel endless sorrow.
His lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but he suddenly felt a warmth in his right hand. His son had shakily grabbed his hand. The two of them looked at each other, and Bai Zhenming smiled sadly.
He said in a low voice, "Father, I've lost the Bai family …"
Bai Yuwei choked. "It's not your fault, it's not your fault. It's all my fault. I'm useless …"
All of this was a disaster that he had brought upon himself.
At this point in time, all sorts of regrets and lamentations were meaningless.
However, after saying this, Bai Yuwei suddenly felt that his son's grip on his hand had tightened. He looked at his son in surprise, but saw his son shaking his head weakly but firmly.
Bai Zhenming said softly, "No, it's not my fault … I'm useless. I'm old and can't protect the Bai family anymore. It's your son's turn to protect you, but I didn't do it well. I'm useless …"
Bai Yuwei sighed. "None of this is important …"
Yes, it was not important. No matter what the result was, the Bai family would no longer exist. Everything that had happened here was the best punishment for him. He would return to hell with sorrow and despair …
However, Bai Zhenming still stubbornly raised his objection. Every time he opened his mouth, he would use up his remaining vitality. He spoke in a hurry. He wanted to make some things clear before he died.
Bai Zhenming said, "No … it's very important. Father, this is not your fault. I know, I know that all of this is related to you, but we are father and son. It's only right for me to repay my father's debt …"
Bai Yuwei nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, good boy, good boy …"
"Father's praise is not common …" Bai Zhenming forced a smile. He took a few deep breaths and revealed a sad expression. "It's a pity that even though I tried my best, I still couldn't change all of this …"
Bai Yuwei's expression was sad. "You must be very disappointed. This is not an enemy that you can resist. It must be very difficult. You must be hoping that your father can step forward and take over the burden that you can't shoulder, to save the Bai family from this crisis … But, I have disappointed you …"
As the pillar of the Bai family, he did not save the family from this crisis. Everything was caused by him. When the disaster happened and people died, everyone was begging their ancestors to save them. However, Bai Yuwei could only watch helplessly, tasting the helplessness and despair in his heart.
Because his earth-shattering martial arts had disappeared without a trace. The famous Golden Radiant Sacred Sword had chosen to betray him. More importantly, his spirit had disappeared without a trace.
The only thing that existed in this world was a pitiful old man filled with guilt and despair, who wanted to die.
He even chose to wake up, only to die in the hands of one person.
How could such a person turn the tide and save the Bai family from falling into the abyss …
However, Bai Zhenming was still shaking his head. He said in a low voice, "No, I knew it long ago. When I saw Sun Lang coming to visit and Father going crazy, I knew that Father was old and would have to rely on me from now on. I was very afraid and very worried, but I was also faintly excited because Father was old and Father needed me to take care of him. I could finally protect Father …"
He stared fixedly at his father. Having such a father whose name shook the world and dazzled the annals of history was both a blessing and a pressure. It could bring a strong sense of security, but it could also erase a person's fighting spirit. Because his father's achievements were already the peak that a subject could reach, and he would never be able to catch up.
Bai Zhenming slowly smiled. His smile was full of bitterness and regret. He said, "But I messed up. I can't do it. My martial arts are too weak, my brain is not good, my talent is not good. I was born like this. No matter how hard I try, I can't catch up to you. Father, you leave too quickly …"
Bai Yuwei's heart was filled with grief. He said sadly, "Yes, it's my fault. I didn't teach you well. I was always fighting and rarely saw you in a year …"
This time, Bai Zhenming did not object.
His voice became weak, but he still smiled and said softly, "Yes, this is father's fault. I blame father.
You found me a very, very good teacher. You had them teach me how to read, the art of war, the principles, and martial arts. They taught me very diligently and taught me everything. But there was one thing that they couldn't teach me. Only my father could teach me, but he didn't teach me … "
Bai Yuwei felt his son's gradually weakening flame of life. He felt a heartfelt panic and sorrow. Like any other father, he hurriedly said, "What is it?
What is it?
I'll teach you now. I'll teach you now. Don't sleep, don't sleep … "
Hearing this, Bai Zhenming's dimmed eyes brightened. He forced a smile and said, "In these few days, I really hope that father can appear like a god, like a hero, to save me, to save the Bai family. Because I can't do it, because I'm not a hero. Father, although you didn't have the time to teach me personally, you found me very good teachers. But there is one thing that they can't teach me …"
"That is a hero … They can't make me a hero, because they are not …" Bai Zhenming looked at his father and said softly, "Only father can teach me, because you are a hero. But you don't have the time to teach me, so I can't be a hero, to save the Bai family, to protect our people …"
"Father … can you teach me, what is a hero?"
Bai Yuwei was stunned.
Whether it was martial arts, the art of war, or strategy, he could teach him.
But this … he could not teach him.
Because he was no longer a hero.
He was a pitiful worm who had lost everything. He betrayed his fellow soldiers, and was used by the Emperor. His life of fame was wasted, and he could only wait for the end of his life.
How could he teach his son what a hero was?
He looked at Bai Zhenming with grief, but no matter what, he could not say it. He could not deny himself in front of his son, deny that he was no longer a hero.
Because a father was unwilling to show weakness in front of his son … He did not want his son to see his weak side, let alone deny his life's achievements.
Bai Zhenming looked at his father, blinked, and said softly, "I know, because it's not easy to teach, right?
Now, there is no time. Becoming a hero is an amazing thing. I have been chasing after father all my life, basking in your shadow, living as the son of the Sword Saint, listening to your heroic stories, enjoying the glory you bring, I feel very proud. Since I was young, it has been like this. To be the son of a hero, I feel very happy, but there is something that makes me feel disappointed … "
His words became slower and slower, and his voice became softer and softer.
"Because as the hero of Tianyuan, father is very busy, so he did not have time to teach me and let me become a hero … What a pity."
The son of a hero looked at his father, revealing a child-like smile.
It was full of longing for the adults, and full of admiration for his father.
That was the son's earliest understanding of the world … Before he saw the outside world, his father was a towering mountain in his eyes, blocking everything for him.
He said softly, "I'm afraid it's too late in this life. In the next life, father, can you teach me?"
He did not wait for an answer, or rather, he did not need an answer.
The son of the Gold Radiance Sword Saint, the head of the Bai family, Bai Zhenming, lost the light in his eyes.
He died.