Chapter 150: Chapter 149: Still Standing
The crowd watched the brutal battle, all of them rising to their feet.
"What a fierce young man! Who is he? Is he from our Celestial Martial Country?"
"Sigh... Most of the Divine Wind Country’s experts may be gone, but the ones who remain are not to be underestimated."
"Such a shame, what a shame..."
.......
Wen Qingye’s face was pale. The One Thought Sword was covered in blood, giving it a beautiful yet demonic glint. His right hand, trembling from the continuous shocks, began to shake uncontrollably.
"Ah! I’ll kill him!" The youngest of the Divine Wind Guard, who had been protected at the rear, saw that most of his comrades had fallen. His eyes turned bloodshot as he grabbed his sword and charged at Wen Qingye.
"No, Eighteen!" the few remaining Divine Wind Guards shouted frantically.
SQUELCH!
Wen Qingye’s blood loss was rapidly accelerating, and even his limbs had slowed considerably. The youngest Divine Wind Guard’s sword plunged straight into his abdomen.
GURGLE~
Wen Qingye’s body trembled, but he gritted his teeth against the pain. A faint smile touched his lips, as if he had anticipated this. With a sudden swing, his One Thought Sword flashed like a beam of light, its speed chilling to the bone.
THUD!
Wen Qingye planted his sword into the ground to support himself. Forcing a smile, he looked at the five remaining Divine Wind Guards. "I said it before. Whoever stands in my way today dies!"
Wen Qingye’s voice wasn’t loud, but his words landed with resounding weight, carrying an inexplicable power. The remaining Divine Wind Guards glared at him, their eyes blazing with fury, killing intent, and hatred.
The crowd at the auction house saw Wen Qingye’s forced smile and couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath. ’That kid can still manage a smile, even now.’
’Good! Well killed!’
Everyone present was applauding in their hearts. Their chests heaved, and their blood boiled with excitement.
"Third Prince, look..." the middle-aged man said, looking at the Third Prince.
The Third Prince waved his hand dismissively. "This has nothing to do with us," he said in a low voice. "First, it’s not convenient for us to intervene. Second, we would expose our identities."
The middle-aged man sighed, watching the distant scene helplessly, his fists clenched tightly.
Just then, a figure was sent flying heavily into a wall, smashing the opening to the auction house even wider.
"Hmph. So what if you’re powerful, boy?" The old man hosting the auction emerged from the side, a sinister smile on his face.
Luu Fangliang struggled to push himself up, his head spinning.
Yux Yang was breathing heavily, his expression grim. He frowned and said, "We can’t let these two go. Detain them for now. We’ll decide their execution when Lord Fang and Lord Zhuo return."
The old man nodded and said with a strange laugh, "Very well. We’ll do as Lord Yux says."
Wen Qingye caught this development out of the corner of his eye. The old man was at the Ninth Heaven of Refining Essence. He had just taken advantage of the fight between Luu Fangliang and Yux Yang to launch a surprise attack, severely injuring Luu Fangliang.
Luu Fangliang slowly pushed himself to his feet. "Wen Qingye, you go first," he said coldly. "I’ll hold them off. You have people you care about. I don’t."
"Hahaha! Thinking of leaving? You’re dreaming!"
The old man saw that Wen Qingye was bathed in blood, clearly an arrow at the end of its flight. Furthermore, his cultivation was only at the Refining Essence Eighth Layer Heaven. A vicious glint appeared in the old man’s eyes as he quickly closed in on Wen Qingye.
’Courting death!’
Wen Qingye sneered inwardly. He yanked the One Thought Sword from the ground. With a few rapid flicks of his wrist, a Sword Aura like a bolt of white silk shot out, locking onto the old man’s throat.
The old man’s face fell in alarm. He hadn’t expected Wen Qingye, despite being covered in blood, to still be so ferocious. He slowed his advance, gathering a large amount of Primordial Qi in his palm to strike at Wen Qingye’s Sword Aura.
"Die!"
Wen Qingye gritted his teeth and swung his palm forward. The sword strike was merciless, instantly shattering the old man’s Primordial Qi.
THWUMP!
The old man’s entire body was swept by Wen Qingye’s massive Sword Aura. In an instant, his corpse was hacked into several pieces. Blood rained down and limbs flew through the air, causing many of the faint-hearted to turn pale with fright.
Before Wen Qingye could even catch his breath, several chilling gusts of wind assaulted him from behind. He knew it was the Divine Wind Guard, and his heart grew cold.
SHIING! SHIING!
The crowd’s breathing hitched, and they broke out in a cold sweat for Wen Qingye.
At that moment, Luu Fangliang swept his Long Spear, forcing the Divine Wind Guards back. He then grabbed one of their swords with his bare hand and threw a kick.
That Divine Wind Guard reacted quickly. Unable to pull his sword free, he immediately flipped backward, narrowly dodging Luu Fangliang’s kick.
DRIP. DROP.
Luu Fangliang paid no mind to the wound on his hand. Even as blood dripped to the floor, he simply threw the sword away, embedding it violently in a wooden pillar.
"If you’re going to leave, then go now!" Luu Fangliang said coldly, his eyes fixed on the Divine Wind Guards ahead, but his words were meant for Wen Qingye.
"I haven’t finished killing everyone. Why would I leave?" Wen Qingye laughed loudly.
"Arrogant whelp!"
Yux Yang roared and slapped his palm forward. The surrounding Primordial Qi seemed to be sucked dry, condensing into a vast, boundless force. One look was enough to tell the extraordinary power of this palm strike.
"Undying Seal Technique, Second Form! Separation and Death Shatter the Heart!"
A black and white stream of energy flowed between Wen Qingye’s palms. A strange Hand Seal slowly materialized in them as the Eight Trigrams Disc on his back spun continuously, mobilizing all the Primordial Qi in his body.
The Hand Seal shot out from Wen Qingye’s palms, growing larger and larger as it flew, making the very air tremble.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Under the force of the collision, Wen Qingye’s body was sent flying like a paper kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into a wall. He couldn’t stop himself from spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Even at his peak, Wen Qingye was no match for Yux Yang, let alone now, when he was so severely injured.
Luu Fangliang let out a great shout, thrusting his Long Spear to repel the five Divine Wind Guards, then charged toward Yux Yang.
"How audacious! You two whelps have killed so many people from my Divine Wind Auction House! Flaying you alive won’t be enough to quell the hatred in my heart!"
Yux Yang shrieked and once again charged forward to meet Luu Fangliang.
Wen Qingye felt as if his entire body was being torn apart. The pain was unbearable, and he felt he no longer had the strength to even lift his sword.
But he knew that if he didn’t stand up now, he would never stand up again.
’No, I can’t fall! I still have people I care about!’
Wen Qingye gritted his teeth. His clothes were soaked in a mixture of sweat and blood. The wounds on his abdomen and arm were especially horrifying—many could see the stark white of his bones, a sight that made their hearts turn cold and their scalps tingle.
Wen Qingye slowly pushed himself to his feet. He swayed unsteadily, holding his sword, looking as if a gust of wind could knock him over.
Everyone in the hall stared at Wen Qingye in astonishment. A dead silence fell, broken only by the booming roars of Primordial Qi from Luu Fangliang and Yux Yang’s clashing attacks.
’He can still get up! How tenacious! What unbreakable will!’
Watching the young man with the faint smile on his face, the crowd couldn’t help but shudder, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
One of the five Divine Wind Guards stepped forward. He stared intently at Wen Qingye and said, "You’re a true man, and I respect you. But today, either you die, or we do. It’s unavoidable."
The Divine Wind Guards tightened their grip on their weapons. From the moment Wen Qingye stood back up, they knew this would be a battle to the death.
Wen Qingye’s gaze was as calm as still water, without the slightest ripple of change.
He knew that the Divine Wind Guards before him couldn’t stop the two of them. The only real obstacle was Yux Yang. As long as Yux Yang was killed, everything would be resolved.
