Free Web NovelChapter 151: Chapter 150: How Are the Peach Blossoms This Year?
Luu Fangliang’s injuries worsened after the ambush, and now he could only struggle desperately against Yuh Yang. Although Yuh Yang had also been wounded, his injuries were merely superficial.
If their battle continued to the end, Yuh Yang was certain to survive, while Luu Fangliang was doomed to die.
Wen Qingye seemed to have made up his mind. He calmly watched the five Divine Wind Guards before him, took out a Pill Bottle, and poured several pills straight into his mouth.
"A quick battle!"
"Kill!"
Seeing this, the remaining Divine Wind Guards had only one thought in their minds: kill Wen Qingye and get revenge. With a collective roar, they charged toward him.
"Four Symbols Sword Technique, Second Form! Heaven Burning Fire!"
Wen Qingye had little Primordial Qi left, but he had to withstand this tidal wave of an attack.
His One Thought Sword began to glow with a blazing light. The very air around the Sword Body distorted as flames shot toward the sky, carrying a terrifying momentum.
"Dragon Elephant Fist!"
"Feiyu One Sword!"
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The immense forces of Primordial Qi collided again. Wen Qingye couldn’t take the impact; his body was sent flying backward, blood pouring from his mouth as the Yangchun Wooden Box tumbled to the ground.
The massive blood loss made Wen Qingye dizzy, his head throbbing. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper.
When the crowd saw the Yangchun Wooden Box, a glint of greed appeared in many eyes. Anything stored in a box made of Yangchun Wood had to be a High-Level Heavenly and Earthly Treasure.
Wen Qingye shifted the sword in his hand and glanced at Luu Fangliang.
Luu Fangliang seemed to have come to the same realization. The spear in his hand began to spin rapidly, gathering a powerful current of air at its tip. The current was so bitingly cold it felt as if it could freeze a man’s very bones and blood.
Luu Fangliang raised his arm and thrust the spear at Yux Yang. The very air seemed to freeze solid wherever the weapon passed.
"Brat, watch me shatter your Third-class Spear Skill!"
Yux Yang laughed heartily. His footwork was like flowing water as he closed the distance, then thrust a palm strike forward.
"BOOM! BOOM!"
A piercing sound assaulted everyone’s ears, making them ache from the force. Many with lower cultivation paled and took a step back.
Yux Yang also staggered back, his expression twisting. After all, Luu Fangliang was a Refining Spirit Second Layer Heaven expert. Moreover, his mastery of the Eighth-Grade Martial Arts Spear Technique was so complete it was like an extension of his own arm, exuding a formidable power.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
In that fleeting instant, the crowd saw Wen Qingye’s body suddenly convulse as if it were exploding. Blood erupted from his meridians, spraying into the air.
The blood, boiling like fire, danced in the air like a spray of blooming flowers.
Everyone froze, their expressions full of confusion.
Clenching his sword in his right hand, Wen Qingye bit down so hard that blood trickled from his lips. He then charged toward Yuh Yang.
"Three Swords of Inquiry: All Life One Sword!"
Wen Qingye’s entire body blurred into a red shadow. As he raised his sword, a staggering power erupted in all directions, an irresistible aura surging to its absolute peak.
The sword strike seemed to descend from the heavens itself, its target all of creation! It was a strike that decided destinies!
All Life One Sword!
Yuh Yang could see nothing but this one sword. Heaven and Earth seemed to lose their color. The world’s fortunes and follies, its fleeting splendor and inevitable decay—all were contained within this single strike!
"Earth-Splitting Coiling Dragon Claw!"
Yuh Yang was still retreating rapidly, but he had no choice but to form his hand into a claw. Instantly, his hand was enveloped in a golden halo as he thrust it forward like the claw of a Flood Dragon.
"HISS!"
One sword, one claw!
They clashed relentlessly in mid-air.
The rampaging Sword Qi shattered the Claw Qi. A cold glint swept past, as gentle and serene as a wisp of Qingfeng. An expression of shock appeared on Yuh Yang’s face before it froze completely. He stood perfectly still.
Silence!
The area fell completely silent.
That sword strike, which seemed to contain all the world’s fleeting splendors, had left everyone stunned. It struck a deep chord within their hearts.
"SWISH!"
Just then, a figure shot out like lightning, snatching for the Yangchun Wooden Box on the ground.
"It’s Yangg Wei! Yangg Wei from Du City!"
"How could he be so despicable?"
"He’s ruined the Yangg Family of Du City’s reputation in one fell swoop."
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The onlookers couldn’t help but grow furious. Wen Qingye and his companion had dared to defy the world and kill someone from the Divine Wind Country, an act that had already earned them a measure of awe. But now, someone had the audacity to steal their prize.
Wen Qingye felt his blood burn with rage. He swept his sword out, the movement as startling as a thunderclap and as swift as lightning.
"DRIP!"
Yangg Wei stood frozen, his eyes filled with terror. A thin, bloody line appeared on his cheek.
"That scar I gave you will be the greatest honor of your life!"
Wen Qingye’s voice was weak and flat, yet it carried an immense power.
After speaking, Wen Qingye flicked his sword, and the Yangchun Wooden Box flew lightly into his hand.
"Let’s go!" Luu Fangliang shouted, sweeping his spear to knock back the Divine Wind Guard. Wen Qingye nodded, and the two of them leaped away, fleeing into the distance.
"Don’t let them escape!" The Divine Wind Guards’ eyes were bloodshot; in that instant, they went berserk.
"Flash of Cold Light!"
Luu Fangliang’s spear shimmered with cold light as he jabbed toward the five men. The sharp Spear Qi pulsed with a cold glint and unrestrained killing intent. Startled, the five subconsciously dodged aside.
The massive Spear Qi slammed into the ground, sending dust and debris flying everywhere.
By the time the dust settled and the five guards came to their senses, the area was empty. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
’They escaped!?’
The Divine Wind Guards stood stunned and crestfallen. Their eyes were vacant, filled with a mixture of resentment, grief, and lifelessness.
"Revenge! We must have revenge!"
"Revenge?"
"Revenge? And what if we get it? Our brothers are gone."
The Divine Wind Guards froze. ’That’s right... what’s the point of revenge? Can it bring them back?’ freewebnovёl.ƈom
"Hahahaha! Dead! They’re all dead! What’s the point of us being alive?" one of the Divine Wind Guards suddenly cackled, his laughter bordering on madness.
His laughter was filled with desolation, loneliness, and grief.
’A promise made... must it be kept?’
"We didn’t ask to be born on the same day, in the same month, in the same year, but we swore to die on the same day, in the same month, in the same year..."
A flash of a blade across a throat. A fountain of blood sprayed into the air—ghastly, beautiful, and heart-shaking.
"We didn’t ask to be born on the same day, in the same month, in the same year, but we swore to die on the same day, in the same month, in the same year..."
"We didn’t ask to be born on the same day, in the same month, in the same year, but we swore to die on the same day, in the same month, in the same year..."
The words echoed in the air, one after another, unsettling the Heart Spirit of every person present.
Several cold glints of light danced through the air as more blood sprayed forth. That splash of red stirred people’s hearts, simply because the blood was red, and it was burning hot.
"The peach blossoms in the pear orchard were in full bloom that year. I wonder what they’re like this year...?"
As the last man fell to the ground, a dead silence descended upon the scene. No one spoke a word.
