“Damn you, I’ll tear you to pieces…”
The scene of his father being eaten by the flood dragon, as described by Wan Yunting, had already flashed through Yan Changjian’s mind, causing him to lose control of his emotions. He had lost all reason, falling into a frenzied state. The broadsword in his hand was swinging wildly, his sole desire to kill Wan Yunting.
Clang clang clang…
Wan Yunting, holding the Junzi Sword, retreated while continuously blocking Yan Changjian’s frenzied slashes. He knew that mentioning his father’s death had thoroughly provoked Yan Changjian, driving him to lose his mind and enter a berserk state. He watched as the broadsword swung erratically, causing Wan Yunting’s sharp eyes to narrow as he searched for the opportune moment to strike.
“Did Yan Donghai really die?”
Meanwhile, the onlookers, including Lu Chenzi, Zhou Ruoxi and Ji Ruxue, Zhang Xianer and Zi Qing, Qi Xiu and Chong Ling’er, Lu Shuang, and He Shanyue, were all unsure whether Yan Donghai, the founder of the Divine Sword Sect, had truly died at the Boundless Daoist Temple.
“Absolutely impossible.”
Meng Yan’s eyes widened. However, watching his master, Yan Changjian, wildly slash at Wan Yunting, he already had an answer, as he was the one who personally sent his grandmaster to Mount Wuliang. “My grandmaster’s martial arts have reached the pinnacle, and his swordsmanship is unmatched. How could he possibly die at the Boundless Daoist Temple?”
“What was Yan Donghai doing at the Boundless Daoist Temple?” Zhang Xianer on the other side suddenly asked with confusion.
Zhou Ruoxi’s willow brows furrowed, her autumn eyes anxiously gazing at the man battling Yan Changjian. She said coldly, “The Divine Sword Sect has connections with the Divine Eye Main Religion. Naturally, Yan Donghai went to the Boundless Daoist Temple to target Master Wan!”
“I understand now, it’s the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles on him!”
Qi Xiu and Chong Ling’er immediately grasped the situation. Everyone knew that the Divine Eye Main Religion wanted to obtain the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles from Wan Yunting.
Seeing Wan Yunting being pushed back by Yan Changjian’s frenzied onslaught, Zhou Ruoxi felt extremely worried. However, due to her identity, she could not immediately intervene to help the man.
So, she turned her gaze towards Ji Ruxue, who was standing by the side with her arms crossed, holding a box. Ji Ruxue, sensing Zhou Ruoxi’s unusual glance, smiled slightly with her fiery red lips and said, “Don’t worry, sister, he can handle it!”
These words were for Zhou Ruoxi. Her autumn eyes couldn’t help but gaze deeply at Ji Ruxue, a sudden feeling of discomfort arising within her…
“Ah…!”
Suddenly, a scream echoed from the other side. On a hill in the dark, hazy Gobi Desert, Yan Changjian was sent flying down. His entire right arm was severed and flew off, still tightly gripping the broadsword which fell into the sand. Then, with a thud, he crashed heavily onto the ground…
“Pfft…”
He spat out a mouthful of blood, cradling his severed arm with his left hand as he lay on the ground, letting out a shrill cry…
“Master…”
Meng Yan, seeing this, rushed over in horror to help Yan Changjian up from the ground. He discovered that a silver needle was still lodged in his neck. In just a few seconds, the potent poison on the needle had caused purplish-black bloodstains to spread across Yan Changjian’s entire neck…
This was precisely what Wan Yunting had done. While fighting him, he had continuously provoked Yan Changjian, causing him to completely lose his reason. Wan Yunting then seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack with a poisoned silver needle and severed his right arm with a single sword stroke.
“Wan Yunting, I’ll kill you…”
Meng Yan saw Wan Yunting leap down from the several-meter-high hill. He charged forward with his sword, but Wan Yunting, wielding the Junzi Sword, unleashed a sword energy that sent Meng Yan screaming and flying backwards, where he landed on the ground and wailed…
“You…”
Yan Changjian, lying on the ground clutching his severed arm, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets. As the poison in his neck spread, purplish-black bloodstains gradually covered his entire face. Blood spurted incessantly from his severed arm, flowing onto the sand. He weakly reached out his left hand towards Wan Yunting, who was slowly approaching with his sword, but he couldn’t utter a single word.
Wan Yunting remained expressionless, his sharp eyes looking at Yan Changjian with cold indifference. He said, “Go down and have a good reunion with your father.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Changjian’s trembling left hand, which was reaching out, fell lifelessly to the ground. His eyeballs, filled with poison, turned purplish and he gradually lost his life…
“This…”
Lu Chenzi and his disciples, who had rushed over, looked at the dead Yan Changjian. They still couldn't believe that the dignified sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect, whose martial realm had reached the peak of Gang Jin Wai Gang, had met such a tragic end at Wan Yunting’s hands.
Let alone them, Zhou Ruoxi and her junior sisters Lu Shuang and He Shanyue, as well as Qi Xiu and Chong Ling’er, were all astonished, staring at the lifeless sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect. Such a martial arts expert had been killed by him.
This caused Qi Xiu and Chong Ling’er to exchange glances, a feeling of inexplicable dread creeping into their hearts.
If they had made a move against Wan Yunting earlier for the Snow Mountain Sect’s martial arts manual, they would likely be the ones dead now.
This made the senior brother and sister secretly swallow, their gazes towards Wan Yunting becoming fearful, and they dared not speak further.
“Sect Leader Lu, do you wish to continue?”
Wan Yunting wiped the blood from the blade of the Junzi Sword with his sleeve, then looked coldly at Lu Chenzi and his frozen, dazed companions.
Immediately, Lu Chenzi snapped back to reality. He hastily waved his hands and shook his head pleadingly, “Master Wan, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have accepted benefits from the Divine Eye Main Religion and caused trouble for you at the Martial Arts Tournament. I beg Master Wan to show mercy and spare my life.”
Wan Yunting sheathed his sword into a scabbard that was not originally for the Junzi Sword. Without even looking at Lu Chenzi, he turned to Zhou Ruoxi and the others and said, “It will be dawn soon. As for how they are dealt with, that’s up to you.”
Ji Ruxue, holding the box containing the Snow Mountain Sect’s martial arts manual, cast a glance at the others with her foxy eyes and followed Wan Yunting’s footsteps, heading in the direction of the Death Valley’s Hell Gate…
“Hey, you’re just leaving like this?”
Zhang Xianer called out as she looked back. Zhou Ruoxi’s autumn eyes calmly watched the man leave, saying nothing.
Wan Yunting waved his hand and left with Ji Ruxue.
Zhou Ruoxi and her junior sisters Lu Shuang, along with Zhang Xianer and Zhao Xuyan, Qi Xiu and Chong Ling’er and Zi Qing, and the dazed Lu Chenzi and his companions were left behind. Seeing Wan Yunting depart, his suspended heart finally relaxed.
However, a sword was suddenly placed at his neck, startling Lu Chenzi, who quickly said, “Sect Leader Zhou, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing?”
Qi Xiu stepped forward, his voice filled with anger, “You colluded with the Divine Eye Main Religion. Of course, we’re taking you back to be dealt with by the representatives of the major sects at the Martial Arts Association…”
How Lu Chenzi and Yuan Gaowu were to be dealt with was no longer Wan Yunting’s concern. He and Ji Ruxue walked slowly across the desolate Death Valley…
The night sky was hazy, with a spectacular Milky Way stretching across it. Wan Yunting placed the Junzi Sword on the back of his neck, hooked his hands behind his head, and tilted his head to gaze at the night sky, walking leisurely. He felt much more relaxed.
Ji Ruxue wore a red dress and a red cape, her proud snow-white peaks standing tall and erect. A red snake whip was tied around her slender waist, and her plump, perky buttocks perfectly showcased her curvaceous, graceful figure.
Her dark red hair was tied into a high ponytail, swaying behind her head with her seductive steps. A few strands of dragon beard hair in front of her forehead fluttered in the wind. She held the box in her left hand, used her right hand to brush away a strand of hair, and cast a sidelong glance at Wan Yunting beside her with her foxy eyes. Her fiery red lips revealed a captivating smile. “Where are we going?”
Wan Yunting also turned his head to look at her, gesturing with his eyes towards the box Ji Ruxue was holding. He asked, “Did you bring Hongtila here for this as well?”
Ji Ruxue smiled and nodded, “You could say that. But my main purpose was to find the Divine Serpent that founded our Divine Serpent Clan!”
Wan Yunting smiled, not particularly caring about the so-called history of their Divine Serpent Clan.
“What about that black flood dragon?” Ji Ruxue asked curiously.
Wan Yunting replied, “Didn’t I tell you? It’s that intelligent snake I encountered in a cave in Ling Mountain, Jiang Province. However, it seemed to be evolving at the time, and it was at its weakest when I injured it and drank some of its blood.”
“The reason it appeared in the Kunlun Mountains and sought me out was purely to have me take it to Death Valley to seek revenge on your Divine Serpent!”
“Revenge?”
Ji Ruxue’s foxy eyes widened in surprise. Wan Yunting nodded, “It told me that the Divine Serpent ate its mother back then, hence the revenge.”
As for the enmity between the flood dragon Liu Xiaohei and the old snake, perhaps only the snake itself knew.
“So that’s how it is.”
Ji Ruxue nodded, then sighed, “It seems my wish to restore the Divine Serpent Clan is impossible.”
Wan Yunting glanced at her, smiling, “Are you the only one left in the Divine Serpent Clan now?”
“There are still some clan members in Thailand, but with them, nothing significant can be accomplished.”
As she spoke, Ji Ruxue’s foxy eyes narrowed, and she teased Wan Yunting with a smile, “However, I never expected you to have so many adventures during this period, and now you’re being labeled as an unorthodox path by those people. Haha, it’s truly amusing.”
Mentioning this matter, Wan Yunting gave her a lingering glance, which made Ji Ruxue chuckle. She then hooked her arm through his with her right hand and said coquettishly, “Since you’re no longer favored by those righteous sects, why don’t the two of us simply establish our own faction?”
Wan Yunting glanced at her and asked, “Establish what kind of faction? Restore your Divine Serpent Clan? Or restore the Snow Mountain Sect?”
Ji Ruxue replied, “Of course, the Carefree Sect! You inherited all the martial arts of the Carefree Sect, and I know the White Rainbow Palm. The two of us can re-establish the Carefree Sect and stir up chaos in the martial world together. How great would that be?”
Thinking of Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong, Wan Yunting’s mood suddenly soured. He shook off Ji Ruxue’s arm and strode towards the outside of Death Valley, saying, “Not interested.”
Ji Ruxue’s pretty face froze. She could clearly sense the man’s sudden change in mood, but she was unaware of the matters concerning Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong, so she didn’t know why Wan Yunting’s mood had soured. She quickly chased after him and forcibly hooked his arm again, asking, “Then what are your plans for the future?”
“No plans.”
Wan Yunting replied with low spirits, “I plan to find a place to go into seclusion for a while, then return to the capital.”
Ji Ruxue was speechless and said, “Are you planning to be a turtle hiding in its shell?”
Wan Yunting turned his head and glanced at her askance, smiling and nodding, “You’re right. I plan to hide in the capital and not go anywhere. The Divine Eye Main Religion can’t do anything to me.”
Ji Ruxue said, “That doesn’t sound like your personality. Are you really going to just swallow this humiliation?”
Wan Yunting glared, stopped walking, and turned to shout at Ji Ruxue, “Then tell me, how can I kill the main god of the Divine Eye Main Religion?”
Ji Ruxue’s expression turned blank. Her foxy eyes gazed at the man who had suddenly become agitated, knowing that the Divine Eye Main Religion had caused great psychological pressure for Wan Yunting at Serpent Island in Thailand.
After speaking, Wan Yunting continued to walk forward. Ji Ruxue caught up and said, “Haven’t you considered compromising?”
“Back in H Country, the main god of the Divine Eye Main Religion wanted to adopt you as his godson. If you had compromised and given him the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, wouldn’t everything have been resolved?”
“Hmph.”
Wan Yunting snorted coldly, his eyes filled with hatred. He said coldly, “There are no more chances for compromise. Either he dies, or I perish!”