Chapter 303: Chapter 301: Falling from the Heavens
The Celestial Fate Ancient Realm, Ninth State.
The territory of this Ninth State was larger and more prosperous than the Sixteen States.
The entire Ninth State boasted over a hundred thousand masters. Among them, a full eighty had earned a place on the Hundred Kings List and the Thousand Marquis List.
There was even one supreme expert who had reached the ninth rank on the Venerable List.
This person was Yinn Tianzong of the Nine Sins Hall from the Cyan Yang Dynasty. His power had reached the level of the Half-Step Union Palace Realm, and he possessed a Celestial Tier Martial Soul, making his combat prowess incredibly formidable.
With overwhelming force, he had expelled all masters from outside the Cyan Yang Dynasty from the main city.
Anyone who wished to enter the Cyan Yang Dynasty’s territory to redeem points had to surrender eighty percent of their Cyan Radiance Stones to him.
This had allowed Yinn Tianzong’s points to soar as high as nine hundred million!
Recently, Yinn Tianzong had begun another round of plunder.
The Cyan Yang Dynasty, along with the many masters Yinn Tianzong had subjugated, began to slaughter and pillage for Cyan Radiance Stones throughout the Ninth State. The entry fee was also raised from the original eighty percent to ninety percent.
This caused countless masters who were unwilling to submit to rise up in resistance.
However, Yinn Tianzong’s strength was too immense. Even masters ranked in the top ten of the Hundred Kings List were no match for him.
The painstakingly formed alliance crumbled, and the masters within it were mercilessly hunted down by Yinn Tianzong’s subordinates.
At this very moment, on a boundless plain in the western part of the Ninth State...
Thirty-odd figures were sprinting frantically. They looked utterly wretched, each of them stained with blood to some degree. If Jiang Chen were here, he would have easily recognized the attire of these desperate figures as belonging to the disciples of the Saint Martial Sword Sect.
At the head of the group, White Tiger, ranked tenth in the Saint Martial Sword Sect’s Inner Sect, was leading a band of masters in a desperate flight.
His expression was extremely grim.
His left arm had been cleanly severed and was hastily wrapped in cloth strips. Blood soaked the fabric, yet he didn’t even knit his brow. Instead, his worried gaze shifted to the young woman on his back. "Ling’Er, hang in there a little longer. You absolutely cannot fall asleep, you hear me?"
"Brother, I... I can’t hold on. I’m so tired, and it hurts so much..." Lying on White Tiger’s back, Bai Ling’s face was as pale as snow, haggard and weak.
"Don’t you dare sleep! If you fall asleep, you’ll never see Father and Mother again, you’ll never see Grandfather again..." White Tiger roared.
His eyes were already bloodshot.
He thought back to the main city of the Ninth State, Haifeng City, where he had led a group of masters to resist Yinn Tianzong’s oppressive policies, only to be ruthlessly crushed by the Cyan Yang Dynasty alliance led by Yinn Tianzong himself.
Countless masters had been slain.
White Tiger himself had sacrificed an arm just to break through the encirclement with a few dozen masters from the Tenth Hall.
But Bai Ling was grievously wounded, her life hanging by a thread.
Bai Ling’s pearly white teeth bit her lower lip, a look of despair clouding her pale face. The figure of a young man surfaced in her dark eyes as she murmured, "If... if he were here, he would definitely have a way to help us, right?"
"Who?"
White Tiger faltered for a moment mid-sprint.
Bai Ling’s consciousness was nearly gone as she mumbled, "Jiang... Chen... If... if he were here..."
"Jiang Chen?"
White Tiger was taken aback, then gave a bitter laugh. "What nonsense are you spouting? That Jiang Chen probably died in some desolate wilderness long ago. And you’re still hoping he’ll show up to help us? Besides, what could he do even if he did appear? The one hunting us now is Xie Zesen, a master ranked in the top thirty of the Hundred Kings List and fourth in the Nine Sins Hall’s Inner Sect. Even I’m no match for him..."
"HAHAHAHA, White Tiger, let’s see where you run to now!"
A wild, arrogant voice suddenly boomed from the horizon.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—
Figure after figure tore through the air. A full two hundred people appeared, completely surrounding White Tiger and his group.
The leader was none other than Xie Zesen, ranked twenty-eighth on the Hundred Kings List and the fourth-ranked master of the Nine Sins Hall’s Inner Sect.
Xie Zesen had a burly build, like a human-shaped bear. He stared coldly at White Tiger’s group, licked the corner of his mouth, and revealed a bloodthirsty expression. "White Tiger, do you people from the Saint Martial Sword Sect only know how to flee like beaten dogs? And you’re supposed to be one of the top ten masters of the Saint Martial Sword Sect’s Inner Sect. What a disappointment!"
Like White Tiger, Xie Zesen also possessed an Earth Tier Ninth Grade Martial Soul.
However, by following Yinn Tianzong in the Ninth State, he had obtained a large number of Cyan Radiance Stones, which he used to redeem a Celestial-Tier Low-Level Martial Skill. His cultivation had also broken through to the Half-step Heavenly Destiny Realm, which was why he was able to crush White Tiger.
It was he who had severed White Tiger’s arm!
White Tiger’s face darkened. "Xie Zesen, are you really going to hunt us to extinction?"
"What do you think?"
Xie Zesen grinned, his greedy eyes sweeping over Bai Ling on his back. "But, I could leave you a way out. Just hand over that little beauty on your back to me, let me have some fun with her, and I guarantee I won’t make things difficult for the rest of you!"
"Xie Zesen, stop daydreaming! I’d rather die in battle than hand my sister over to you!" White Tiger roared.
Bai Ling was his younger sister.
Even if it meant his own death, he would never hand over Bai Ling.
Xie Zesen’s expression changed abruptly. He laughed sinisterly, "In that case, you can go and die!"
SHINK—
The two hundred experts instantly launched their attack.
"ROAR!"
"Fight to the death!"
"We’d rather die than surrender!"
Even though they were outnumbered several times over, these masters from the Tenth Hall showed no fear. Gripping their Combat Weapons, they charged forward to meet the enemy!
White Tiger gently placed Bai Ling on the plain. Gripping a Battle Blade in his one remaining hand, his gaze turned grim. "Xie Zesen, come and fight!"
"Hahaha, at your peak, you might have caused me some trouble. But now? You’re just a cripple. I can take you down with one hand!" Xie Zesen sneered smugly.
The two instantly clashed.
Terrifying True Essence Light surged and swelled. White Tiger’s combat ability was indeed heaven-defying; fighting with his life on the line, he actually managed to cause Xie Zesen some trouble.
Xie Zesen’s face turned ugly, a venomous light flashing in his eyes. "White Tiger, I gave you a chance. Since you don’t cherish it and insist on seeking death, don’t blame me for what comes next! Take this—Tornado Demon Blade!"
Tornado Demon Blade.
This was the Celestial-Tier Low-Level Martial Skill Xie Zesen had obtained in Haifeng City. Once executed, the blade’s light howled like a hurricane, easily knocking the Profound Weapon from White Tiger’s hand.
Immediately after, Xie Zesen dove in, his fists slamming brutally into White Tiger’s chest.
"WAAGH—"
White Tiger cried out in pain as he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground and gouging out a large crater.
Xie Zesen closed in, pressing the cold edge of his Battle Blade against White Tiger’s neck. He wore a savage and triumphant smile. "White Tiger, you’ve lost!"
"Then kill me!"
White Tiger glared at him defiantly.
Xie Zesen chuckled coldly. "Kill you? No, no, no, I won’t let you off that easily!" He looked toward Bai Ling and sneered, "Little girl, if you don’t want me to kill him, you’ll strip naked, kneel before me, and serve me well. Otherwise, I’ll carve up White Tiger slice by slice right in front of you!"
Trembling, Bai Ling looked at White Tiger, her eyes filled with despair. She shakily got to her feet and reached for her clothes.
White Tiger roared in despair, "No... Ling’Er, run! Don’t do something foolish!"
"I can’t let you die for nothing..."
Despair was etched on Bai Ling’s face. She undid her sash and let her outer robe fall, revealing her smooth, fair shoulders. Xie Zesen and his men all gulped audibly, their eyes glowing with a predatory green light.
"Hurry up, hurry up and take it all off!" Xie Zesen urged, his face flushed with excitement.
White Tiger closed his eyes in despair. "No... Don’t..."
However, just as Bai Ling was about to remove her undergarments, a ripple suddenly appeared in the void. A godlike figure abruptly stepped out of the spatial distortion, descending from the heavens like a Divine Spirit and landing between Xie Zesen and Bai Ling...
[Second update! Little Tian is working on the third!]
