Free Web NovelChapter 805 – Ye Feng Wins
Had Lu Xiuzhong taken the stage for the third duel, Zhou Shiyu would never have won. Then, before the fourth duel, Lu Wuhen summoned Lu Xiuzhong and deliberately revealed the news of Lu Xingyuan’s death, inflaming his anger.
Ye Feng had held his own for nearly an hour against early Combined Body Realm assassins from the Sha organization, so he clearly had the strength to crush Lu Xiuzhong. Yet, Lu Wuhen had told Lu Xiuzhong nothing about Ye Feng’s strength, his flames, or any of his other abilities.
Li Guanqi swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Lu Wuhen.
A bold thought took shape in his mind. You’re using me to clear away anyone who threatens you, aren’t you?
Once the thought surfaced, it spread through him like wildfire. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that all of it was Lu Wuhen’s doing.
If the ancient clans remained in seclusion, Lu Wuhen would naturally stand unrivaled among his generation. He was also the most likely heir.
However, Lu Xingyuan and Lu Xiuzhong were both members of the direct line, their strength and talent no less than his own. Now that the reclusive clans had emerged and the Six Territories had fallen into upheaval, either of them could potentially replace him.
A chill ran through Li Guanqi. For the first time, someone else’s scheming truly alarmed him.
Like everyone else, he had assumed Lu Wuhen was simply playing dirty out of fear that the Lu clan would lose. He had never imagined that, with that single, casual move, Lu Wuhen was actually killing two birds with one stone.
Lu Wuhen had trapped Ye Feng and the other two, drained their vital force, planted demonic qi in Cao Yan and Xiao Chen, and, on top of all that, had achieved his secret objective.
Worst of all, even now, with the entire scheme laid bare before Li Guanqi, there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had no choice but to let Ye Feng carry out Lu Wuhen’s plan to the very end, and with his full strength.
Lu Wuhen seemed to sense Li Guanqi’s thoughts. He clasped his hands behind his back and turned slowly, lowering his head to look at Li Guanqi.
Their gazes collided. Sparks seemed to fly between them.
In that moment, Li Guanqi suddenly felt that every assumption he had previously held about Lu Wuhen had been overturned.
This man, so utterly unthreatening on the surface, was like someone wrapped in dozens of robes. Every time someone thought they had seen through him, he shed another layer and proved they had never truly understood him at all.
Li Guanqi looked at the faint smile on Lu Wuhen’s face and his deep, unfathomable eyes. He could not imagine how a man not yet forty could possess such a calculating mind.
He had also wondered whether Lu Wuhen might be “Cang Lu,” but Lu Wuhen’s demeanor was somewhat different. Lu Wuhen was a meticulous schemer, with every move carefully calculated. He was selfish, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
An inexplicable killing intent quietly rose in Li Guanqi’s heart, seeping out bit by bit like water squeezed from a cloth beneath a stone.
Sword Spirit jolted awake from her cultivation. She lifted her head, her gaze seeming to pierce through every barrier.
She furrowed her brow. Then, as if confirming something, she said coldly, “Kill him.”
“Why?”
“Kill him, and you’ll understand. It’s very important!”
Li Guanqi remained calm on the surface, but his thoughts churned beneath. Never before had Sword Spirit demanded that he kill someone. It seemed Lu Wuhen held far more secrets than he had realized.
As Li Guanqi’s mind raced, the battle on the stage reached its fiercest phase.
Empowered by Soul Combustion, Lu Xiuzhong’s strength had reached a terrifying level. However, Ye Feng showed no fear, his aura fully unleashed.
Explosions rang out one after another. The shockwaves hammered the barrier array from all sides, and the platform’s stone tiles had long since been blasted away, reducing the platform to ruins.
Ye Feng sent Lu Xiuzhong reeling with a single strike, cold light flashing in his eyes. At last, he had stopped holding back.
With the Ghost Arm boosting Ye Feng’s power, a chorus of bright, ringing sword cries burst from the Wrathful Slaughter Sword.
Ye Feng became increasingly elusive, and his sword force climbed higher with every breath.
Lu Xiuzhong’s pupils dilated, his face drained of color. An inexplicable chill shot straight to the top of his head.
Ye Feng appeared behind him, a supreme sword force surging upward.
“Asura Nine Slashes, Prison-Break Slash!”
The first of the Asura Nine Slashes. A terrifying sword light descended, cleaving through everything in its path.
Lu Xiuzhong had no time to think. He detonated his white tiger spirit rune and struck back with a single slash.
The sword lights clashed in a roaring explosion. The void shattered for hundreds of zhang in every direction, and chaotic primordial qi flooded the air.
But before that sword light had even faded, Ye Feng’s voice rang out again, this time carrying the wailing of vengeful ghosts. “Asura Nine Slashes, Soul-Refining Slash!”
Boom!
Vengeful ghosts howled. The black sword light seemed ready to swallow Lu Xiuzhong’s divine soul whole. The sword light carried Yin Hellfire, a flame capable of refining souls.
Lu Xiuzhong was stunned. The power behind Ye Feng’s slashes surged. Every strike Ye Feng unleashed was dozens of times more dangerous than before. A single moment of distraction would mean death.
But Lu Xiuzhong’s strength was just as astonishing. He shattered the two sword lights converging on him from either side.
He tore through the void and appeared behind Ye Feng, slashing out a streak of sword light with a flick of his hand.
“Great Three Profound Sword Slashes!”
But the instant he teleported, the spirit qi around them ran wild, and fragments of sword light scattered everywhere.
The moment Lu Xiuzhong appeared, two sword lights bore down on him from front and back, as though Ye Feng had foreseen exactly where he’d land. And Ye Feng met Lu Xiuzhong’s own three slashes without a flicker of fear.
“Asura, Lethal Slash!”
“Asura, Heaven-Shattering Slash!”
Two sword lights tore through space and arrived in an instant. Before they had even landed, two more streaks followed close behind.
“Asura, Boundless Slash!”
“Asura, World Annihilation!”
Boom!
Terrifying sword light descended from the skies. Lu Xiuzhong’s head snapped to the side, veins bulging at his forehead.
Blood poured from the wounds all over his body. As he watched that final sword light descend from the heavens, a sense of helplessness rose within him.
His sword arm had long since gone numb. He had lost count of how many times he’d swung his sword. No matter how many attacks he launched, Ye Feng crushed every one of them.
Lu Xiuzhong tried to lift his blade, yet somehow he couldn’t raise his arms.
He looked down and realized his arms were long gone.
The World Annihilation slash descended with a thunderous crash, a faint echo of the day Sword Spirit had raised her own blade.
Boom!
A single strike split the thousand-zhang martial stage clean down the middle. Every onlooker swallowed hard at the sight.
Ye Feng’s Daoist robes hung in tatters. He was drenched head to toe in blood, his wounds too numerous to count.
He stood in midair holding a severed head, his chest heaving.
Blood blurred his vision. He casually tossed the head into the air.
Whoosh!
He flicked out a wisp of sword qi, nailing Lu Xiuzhong’s skull to the mountain gate above.
With that, Ye Feng braced his hands against his knees to catch his breath. After a moment, he straightened his back, rising like an unsheathed blade.
He extended his left hand toward the Lu clan, his thumb pointing upward.
Then he turned his wrist, slow and deliberate, until the thumb pointed down.
Hair loose and disheveled, Ye Feng lifted his head and looked down on the Lu clan ranged across the distant cloud boat, every one of them shaking with indignation. His voice came out ice-cold.
“Trash.”
