762: Chapter 265: Chang’an’s Death_4 762: Chapter 265: Chang’an’s Death_4 “Ha ha.”
Yan Chixia burst into laughter, his figure flashed, and he vanished from sight.
It was just a spontaneous outburst and wasn’t aimed at anyone in particular.
Li Chang’an smiled faintly and left the place as well.
Just at that moment, a figure appeared, looking like an old farmer from the fields.
Sun Wukong, having traveled quite a distance, suddenly felt a violent shock through his body, and he whirled around.
“Yinghuo, you dare!”
Sun Wukong roared, and a terrifying intent to kill burst forth, sweeping across the Nine Heavens.
Everyone was terrified and looked in the direction of Sun Wukong, not understanding what had happened.
They could feel that Sun Wukong was furious, his killing intent surging over them like a vast tsunami.
What happened?
Immortal Sages from all quarters turned their gaze in that direction, filled with deep bewilderment.
Yinghuo smirked, and with a grab of his hand, Li Chang’an was caught in his grasp.
A blinding sword light erupted from Li Chang’an, trying to break free from that grasp, but it was completely futile.
The hold of the aggressor was like the weight of the entire world pressing down on Li Chang’an, drowning him in despair.
Not far from where Yan Chixia had parted, he sensed the commotion.
He rushed over in a frenzy, murderous intent boiling within him.
“Demon Fiend, release my disciple!
If you dare harm him, I swear I will tear you to pieces,”
Yan Chixia bellowed furiously at Yinghuo.
Yinghuo simply turned his eyes to glance at him, and an enormous force of Primordial Spirit power surged out, arriving in an instant.
Yan Chixia felt a terrifying force envelop him.
He had no power to resist and was sent flying in an instant.
“Pu.”
Yan Chixia spat out a mouthful of blood, suffering a terrible blow.
“Insignificant ants.”
Yinghuo smiled faintly, then squeezed his hand forcefully.
“Pu.”
Li Chang’an exploded into pieces, his Primordial Spirit crushed to bits.
His soul dissipated, never to return.
Yan Chixia lay on the ground, spouting another mouthful of blood.
Darkness overcame his vision, and he passed out.
Sun Wukong was nearly upon them at this point.
Yinghuo’s face bore an honest and simple smile, devoid of any malice as he said to Sun Wukong, “Great Sage, this is because you provoked me first.
Killing one of your friends is your punishment, and this is just the first, definitely not the last.
Be careful now.”
As his words fell, Sun Wukong arrived.
The Jingu Bang struck down on Yinghuo’s body.
But the staff, filled with grand magical power, simply passed through Yinghuo’s body.
It was just an afterimage.
Yinghuo’s true body had long since escaped.
Sun Wukong’s expression turned ugly, and he performed an Immortal Technique, Resurrection.
But there was no response from Li Chang’an’s flesh and blood.
His eyes of Golden Flame immediately revealed that all of Li Chang’an’s Aureole had been wiped clean, totally disappeared.
Even with Sun Wukong’s skill at resurrection, there was no saving him.
Yinghuo was ruthlessly thorough in his murder of Li Chang’an.
Sun Wukong’s face was the color of iron as he howled, “Yinghuo, you wait for Old Sun!
Even if I have to search every corner of heaven and earth, I will kill you.
Between you and me, it will not end until one is dead.”
His heart was surging with murderous intent.
If Yinghuo had targeted him, Sun Wukong might not have felt anything.
But Yinghuo had struck down Li Chang’an, hitting Sun Wukong’s breaking point.
In his view, Li Chang’an was an innocent man who had been killed by Yinghuo, filling him with guilt and something he couldn’t accept.
If the target had truly been his friend, affected by his own troubles, but Li Chang’an was not.
He was just someone Sun Wukong had saved once, someone who looked up to him.
Nu Ba brought over Yan Chixia and infused a stream of mana, rousing him.
Upon seeing the mass of flesh before him, he immediately used an Immortal Technique.
It was the same resurrection spell, but again, it was fruitless.
If even Sun Wukong could not bring him back, let alone Yan Chixia.
“Why?”
Yan Chixia was dumbstruck.
He had not expected his disciple to perish like this.
Killed by a fearsome opponent, his soul utterly destroyed.
Just moments ago, he had been so full of vigor, ready to join the Heavenly Court, to fight demons and dispel evil alongside the Court’s mighty warriors.
Yan Chixia looked at Sun Wukong, clenching his teeth, he demanded, “Great Saint, I wish to know who that man is?”
“You can’t defeat him.”
Sun Wukong sighed.
Even if Yan Chixia became the Great Heavenly Venerate, he could not match Yinghuo.
Supreme—a daunting title.
In any era, it signifies the absolute strongest.
Even Sun Wukong’s current power was no match for him.
Yinghuo chose not to kill Sun Wukong outright because he knew Wukong, even though not his equal, was not easily killed.
Most importantly, if Sun Wukong entangled him, and others came to Sun Wukong’s aid, Yinghuo wouldn’t be able to escape.
If he were surrounded, Yinghuo would have nowhere to run.
But Yinghuo was patient; he could spend tens, hundreds of years, even thousands or millions of years to eliminate an adversary.
Sun Wukong wasn’t his ultimate target.
His quarry was the Water God.
Yet, because Sun Wukong dared to help the Water God, he had to face Yinghuo’s retaliation.
Yinghuo was a paradox among the Ancient Gods.
He was cautious and could hide for endless ages.
However, he was also fiercely tyrannical; anyone who even hinted at provoking him, he would annihilate, not sparing even the potential for offense.
The reason he struck at Sun Wukong was that Sun Wukong had brought the Water God to the Heavenly Palace, seemingly to help the Water God fight against him.
Therefore, he took action against Sun Wukong.
In reality, Sun Wukong had no intention of fighting him.