Super Gene Hunting Ground

Chapter 1288: Chapter 1276: Severed Hand to Save a Son

Long Jing cried hoarsely and shouted:

"Brother Wang, let my son go. I’ll have Yang Xiao promise not to kill you. I... I’ll even give you the position of Emperor of Great Dragon, how about it?"

As she spoke, Long Jing looked at Yang Xiao and said anxiously:

"Yang Xiao, hurry and agree to Ao Tian. Promise not to kill him, say it, quick!"

At this moment, in Long Jing’s heart, her son was of course the most important. As for the imperial throne, power, money—everything else could be thrown away.

Yang Xiao stared at Long Aotian and said solemnly:

"Long Aotian, as long as you let Long Xiao go, the hatred between you and me can be wiped clean, I won’t pursue it anymore. Of course, you can still come seek revenge on me, I’ll be waiting anytime.

But if you dare lay a finger on Long Xiao, I swear here before everyone, no matter if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will hunt you down, and your wife and children can forget about escaping my revenge."

Long Aotian let out a gloomy, sinister laugh and said:

"Yang Xiao, you’re overthinking it. My wife and children, you’re welcome to kill, hehe. But today, if you don’t cripple your own hands, I’ll kill your son and die together with you.

Even if I have to die, bearing the crime of being heartless, unrighteous, denying kin, and committing ten thousand evils, I still want you to watch your own son die before your eyes, so you suffer for the rest of your life.

Hahaha... I want you to understand, even if you can defeat the Emperor of Great Dragon, so what? You can’t even save your own son,

hahahaha..."

At this moment Long Aotian was already grief-stricken to madness, as if he had fallen into demons.

Everyone present stared at Long Aotian in horror. None of them had expected him to be so utterly devoid of conscience, using his own nephew’s life to threaten Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao was about a hundred meters away from Long Aotian at this time. Although he was confident he could kill Long Aotian, he could not guarantee that his son Long Xiao would remain unharmed.

Long Aotian suddenly shouted:

"Yang Xiao, I’m going to count down from ten now. If you don’t sever your own hands, I’ll kill your son. 1, 2,"

Long Aotian was completely insane, pushing the pressure to the limit, not allowing Yang Xiao the slightest time to think.

He was going to gamble with his own life, betting that Yang Xiao would choose to compromise in order to save his son.

If Yang Xiao didn’t save his own son, then he would kill Long Xiao, which would count as fiercely taking revenge on Yang Xiao. Even if he died, he believed his younger sister Long Jing would never again pay any attention to Yang Xiao for the rest of her life.

If Yang Xiao, in order to save his son, really cut off his own hands, that would be no different from crippling his Martial Arts and waiting for death.

Even if Yang Xiao was an Emperor Level Realm Extraordinary Expert, without his hands, he would be unable to Zhan Sheng Long Aotian. Long Aotian could kill Yang Xiao on the spot.

"3, 4..."

The agonizing choice was laid out before Yang Xiao.

The previous time, it had been a choice between his lover and revenge. In the end, he chose revenge and killed the Emperor of Great Dragon. He knew he would thereby lose Long Jing forever. Even if Long Jing still loved him, it would be impossible to spend the rest of her life with her father’s killer.

Now Long Aotian was forcing Yang Xiao to choose again, between saving his son and saving himself.

Although Yang Xiao had only recognized his son today, his love for the boy was in no way less. This was, after all, the son he had with Long Jing, his own flesh and blood. How could he possibly stay calm watching his son die before his eyes?

Long Aotian roared madly:

"Yang Xiao, didn’t you say that aside from revenge, you would do anything for Long Jing, including giving up your life?

Now is the time to fulfill your promise. To sacrifice a pair of hands for your son—do you dare?

Haha... 5, 6, 7..."

The atmosphere had frozen to the extreme. Everyone could feel a suffocating taste in the air.

This kind of blood kin slaughtering each other made everyone tremble inwardly.

In the distance, the Second Elder of the Genetic Store let out a long sigh and said:

"Long Aotian, why force things this far? You slaughtered tens of billions of your fellow clansmen, and Yang Xiao seeking revenge on your Great Dragon Empire is only reasonable.

Now you’re using your nephew’s life to take revenge on Yang Xiao—how is that not a kind of harm to yourself as well? Your nephew is, after all, also a member of your Long Family Royal Family, isn’t he?

Long Aotian, I, this old man, have always refrained from interfering in other people’s family disputes. Today, I’ll make an exception once.

I’ll act as guarantor. You let Long Xiao go, and I guarantee Yang Xiao will no longer pursue and kill you. How about it?"

Long Aotian gave a cold laugh and said:

"Hehe, Second Elder, when my father was killed by Yang Xiao, why didn’t you come out to persuade Yang Xiao? Why didn’t you act as guarantor then?

Coming out now to play the good guy and put on false compassion—do you find that fun?

The affairs of our Emperor of Great Dragon don’t need you to worry. Mind your own business."

The Second Elder, upon hearing this, was angry inside, but could only sigh helplessly and shake his head.

Long Aotian once again roared at Yang Xiao:

"Yang Xiao, the time left for you is running out. I’ll count the last three numbers. When I’m done, if you haven’t severed your own hands, I’ll kill your son.

1, 2,"

"Big Brother, don’t hurt my son!"

Long Jing cried out, heartbroken as if her insides were being torn apart.

"Wait!"

Yang Xiao shouted loudly and took two steps forward.

Everyone present stared blankly at Yang Xiao, not knowing how he would choose.

Long Jing stood to the side, looking at Yang Xiao. She didn’t know what to hope for. She hated Yang Xiao, yet she also didn’t want to see Yang Xiao sever his own hands.

But what about their son Long Xiao?

For Yang Xiao and Long Jing, this moment was endless torment and pain.

Yang Xiao turned his head to look at Long Jing.

"Jing’er, I, Yang Xiao, owe you for this whole lifetime, and I owe our son as well. I said just now, apart from not giving up revenge, I can do anything for you, including giving up my life."

"Yang Xiao!"

Long Jing, her face covered in tears, looked at Yang Xiao, choking so hard she couldn’t form words.

Yang Xiao gave a miserable smile.

"I know that you and I have fate but no share in this life. Fate toys with people. I never thought that meeting you all those years ago would actually end in such a tragic conclusion today."

"Yang Xiao!"

Long Jing’s heart had already shattered.

Her father, her lover, her son, and her empire all forced her, at the same time, into the torment of an impossible choice.

She wanted her father-king safe and sound, wanted her lover by her side, wanted her son’s laughter, wanted her empire strong.

Yet fate偏偏 decreed that choosing one meant destroying the others.

This was absolutely the most painful thing in the human world.

If she could trade her own life for all of this, she would not hesitate in the slightest.

Yang Xiao held the Bronze Divine Sword in his right hand and laid it on his own left hand.

"Yang Xiao, don’t!"

Long Jing’s body went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

The maid Xiao Lan hurriedly supported the Princess.

Yang Xiao walked toward Long Aotian step by step.

Wanyan He shouted loudly:

"Brother Yang, don’t! If you sever both your hands, Long Aotian will definitely kill you, don’t be impulsive!"

Yang Xiao turned a deaf ear, moving slowly yet firmly toward Long Aotian.

Everyone’s hearts were in their throats, their breathing almost stopped, as they stared blankly at Yang Xiao.

When there were still forty to fifty meters between them, Long Aotian shouted:

"Stop! Yang Xiao, if you take one more step forward, I’ll kill your son."

Long Aotian’s sword was already pressed against Long Xiao’s neck; a thread of blood slowly seeped out.

Yang Xiao stopped and said to Long Xiao:

"Son, your father has never properly taken care of you, but now, your father has decided to do something for you, to fulfill a father’s duty."

Long Xiao had already stopped screaming at this point. He looked at Yang Xiao,

"Dad, are you going to cut off both your arms to save me?"

Yang Xiao nodded.

"Son, from now on you’ll stay with your mother, you must listen to her. You’re a man; when you grow up you have to take care of your mother, understand?"

Long Xiao nodded and said:

"Dad, I... I don’t want you to cut off both your hands."

Then Long Xiao turned to Long Aotian and said:

"Uncle, can you let my dad go, please?"

Long Aotian sneered:

"Your mother was just now begging your father to spare your grandfather. Did your father spare your grandfather?"

Hearing this, Long Xiao fell silent and stared at Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao looked at Long Aotian.

"Long Aotian, you don’t need to make things hard for Long Xiao anymore. I promise you, I’ll sever both my hands. However, I have one condition: when I cut off my left hand, I want you to release Long Xiao."

"Hahaha... As long as you cut off both your hands, Long Xiao is my nephew after all; I’ll naturally leave him a way to live. Begin. This is your last chance. I’ll count to three. If you don’t sever both your hands, I’ll immediately kill your son.

Three—"

Long Aotian immediately shouted "three," deliberately dragging the sound out a little.

The Bronze Divine Sword in Yang Xiao’s hand flashed and hacked straight down at his own left hand.

How sharp was the Bronze Divine Sword’s killing aura?

Like a Longsword slicing into water, it made no sound as Yang Xiao’s left hand was chopped off and dropped down.

Blood sprayed out in an instant.

Yang Xiao cried out "Ah!" in a voice filled with agony.

Everyone exclaimed "Ah!" in shock.

Clearly, no one had expected Yang Xiao to actually swing his sword and sever his own left hand.

When Long Aotian saw this, he burst into wild laughter:

"Hahaha... Yang Xiao, so you had your day too, hahaha..."

In his狂笑, Long Aotian released his grip on Long Xiao, and the Longsword at Long Xiao’s neck was also withdrawn.

Long Xiao froze for a moment, then instinctively took two running steps forward, rushing toward his mother Long Jing.

Long Jing, meanwhile, was stunned for an instant, then let out a shrill, heart‑rending cry,

"Yang Xiao!"

Almost at the same time, Yang Xiao’s figure blurred, and the Bronze Divine Sword in his hand stabbed toward Long Aotian forty to fifty meters away. The Evolution Ability within his body suddenly surged out madly, pouring into the Bronze Divine Sword.

The Bronze Divine Sword instantly erupted with dazzling light; its Killing Aura soared in a flash to over a hundred meters, cleaving through the void like Lightning as it pierced toward Long Aotian.

"Chi!"

With an extremely soft sound, the sword’s Killing Aura bored through Long Aotian’s body.

Long Aotian’s laughter cut off abruptly. He stared at Yang Xiao, eyes wide in disbelief.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Xiao swung the Bronze Divine Sword, and the raging Killing Aura instantly split Long Aotian’s body in two.

With a "pa," Long Aotian’s body fell to the ground.

He was utterly dead!

However, his eyes were wide open, filled with endless terror!

Yang Xiao took out two Essence Blood Pills and put them into his mouth, then picked up the severed hand from the ground and pressed it back onto his broken arm.

A severed limb could be reattached. With Essence Blood Pills and an Emperor Level Realm Transcendent Evolutionary Cultivation, this kind of injury couldn’t possibly stump Yang Xiao.