Chapter 191: Chapter 190: I Will Slaughter Your Entire Yao Family
The two exchanged a punch, then both retreated several steps. Violent Primordial Qi overflowed, spreading outwards before dissipating.
Wen Qingye and Yao Chijian both gasped for breath, staring at each other.
"Incredible! How incredible!" Yao Chijian’s gray hair was slightly disheveled. He laughed heartily, his eyes fixed on Wen Qingye, blazing with a frenzied battlelust.
Although Wen Qingye’s forehead was covered in sweat, his arms trembled violently, and a dull pain throbbed in his gut, his expression remained proud and defiant.
Yao Chijian couldn’t help but shake his head as he looked at Wen Qingye. ’What a pity. If only this boy were a member of my Yao Family.’ He glanced over at Yao Qi and sighed helplessly. The gap between the two was as wide as heaven and earth.
Wen Qingye observed Yao Chijian. The old man’s sun was setting; he was likely approaching the end of his lifespan. His cultivation had even begun to regress; his peak Refining Spirit Fifth Layer Heaven cultivation was on the verge of dropping to the Refining Spirit Fourth Layer.
"Again!"
Yao Chijian roared, his feet pounding the ground as he rushed toward Wen Qingye. The Primordial Qi throughout his body spun continuously, flowing from his every limb and meridian.
"Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves!"
Yao Chijian sent another ferocious palm strike toward Wen Qingye. The palm’s raging gale kicked up the surrounding floorboards, rubble, and wood splinters.
Watching the storm-like Palm Seal approach, Wen Qingye took a deep breath, a flicker of resolve in his eyes. Without hesitation, his hands began to shift through a series of gestures. A black and white Eight Trigrams Map seemed to materialize behind him, spinning with Profound Mysteries.
"Undying Seal Technique, Second Form! Separation and Death Shatter the Heart!"
Wen Qingye’s hands continued to change, his palms shifting as a Hand Seal slowly emerged, growing larger and larger.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
A series of sonic booms echoed over the entire Yao Family estate. The surrounding masters were all dumbfounded, watching the two combatants in disbelief. This was a battle that would shake Kaiyang City.
"How old is that Wen Qingye? He’s a monster!"
"Wen Qingye is truly extraordinary, fighting Yao Chijian to a standstill."
"You really can’t judge a genius by normal standards. Wen Qingye’s talent is just too astonishing."
The crowd murmured in shock as they watched Wen Qingye stand against the wind, his sleeves fluttering.
At this moment, Yao Chijian’s face was deathly pale, and his hand trembled uncontrollably. His aged body, standing in the wind, truly resembled a leaf in the autumn wind—bleak and desolate.
"Do you still want to fight?" Wen Qingye wiped away the blood from the web of his thumb, unsure if it was his own or Yao Chijian’s.
"Fight? Why wouldn’t I? This old man hasn’t lost yet!" Yao Chijian cracked his neck and bellowed.
Others might not have known the state of Yao Chijian’s body, but how could Wen Qingye not? Yao Chijian was in his twilight years, a candle flickering in the wind. His cultivation was regressing, and after such a long, fierce battle with Wen Qingye, he likely wouldn’t live for much longer if they continued.
Yao Chijian looked at Wen Qingye, a determined glint in his eyes as the blood in his veins began to boil. ’I refuse to just sit in bed waiting for my time to come. Today, I will have my fill of battle!’
Yao Chijian’s gaze held a hint of a plea. Some people were like that. Even in death, they had to die on their feet.
Wen Qingye sheathed his sword, his expression calm as he looked at Yao Chijian. "As you wish!"
The crowd watched the two men at the center of the conflict. They could feel the battle intent radiating from both Wen Qingye and Yao Chijian deep in their souls. Seeing the faltering Yao Chijian, some of the older-generation experts couldn’t help but sigh.
"Eight Steps Soaring Palm Technique, Second Form!"
Yao Chijian strode forward, shattering the rubble beneath his feet. His palm, surging with roiling Primordial Qi, whistled through the air toward Wen Qingye.
As Yao Chijian rushed toward him, Wen Qingye slowly took a step forward. He raised his palm, letting it float in the air. Suddenly, the surrounding Primordial Qi erupted into a violent, trembling tumult, letting out a soft hum.
Everyone could feel the Primordial Qi in the area gathering as if guided by an unseen force.
"This final move is one I comprehended from your own techniques. Maple City!"
As Wen Qingye spoke, the surrounding Primordial Qi slowly transformed into blood-red maple leaves. A sky full of red light danced above the Yao Family’s estate in Kaiyang City, like a flurry of blooming blood flowers.
Exquisite!
Brilliant!
The crowd stared at the blood-red maple leaves that had appeared overhead, momentarily forgetting everything. Their eyes were fixed on the leaves dancing in the sky.
Yao Chijian also paused, looking up at the heavens filled with a dense canopy of blood-red maple leaves that drifted out over all of Kaiyang City.
Before long, the sky above all of Kaiyang City was filled with the dancing, blood-red maple leaves.
’What in the world is happening?’
A deep question formed in everyone’s mind as they stared blankly at the blood-like maple leaves above their heads.
"Hahaha! Good! Very good! Then I shall test this final palm strike!" Yao Chijian laughed and charged at Wen Qingye, his aura surging even more powerfully. In that instant, he seemed to have returned to his peak, his cultivation reaching the Transformation Realm.
Maple City! A sky like blood!
Wen Qingye stepped forward and met Yao Chijian’s attack with a palm of his own. With a muffled thud, both men froze in place.
The endless maple leaves danced in the sky, then began to drift down gently.
An unknown amount of time passed. The sky was clear of maple leaves once more, restored to its bright, azure clarity.
Yao Chijian looked at Wen Qingye, a faint smile gracing the corners of his mouth.
THUD!
Blood trickled from the corner of Wen Qingye’s mouth. He watched Yao Chijian collapse to the ground, remaining silent. ’Perhaps this death is the best end for him. A man who truly spent his entire life pursuing the Great Dao would never be willing to die lying in a bed.’
Yao Qi, standing nearby, felt a surge of delight. He immediately glared at Wen Qingye and shouted, "Wen Qingye, how dare you kill my grand-uncle?"
Wen Qingye replied coolly, "In a deathmatch, how can there be murder?"
Yao Luojun’s expression was grim, his eyes holding a hint of hesitation. He hadn’t expected that not only would they fail to kill Wen Qingye, but Yao Chijian would die instead. For him, the Patriarch, this was a massive blow.
Yao Luojun stared at Wen Qingye and said in a low voice, "Wen Qingye, since you fought a deathmatch on behalf of the Gao Family, it’s now your turn. The Yao Family has no small grudge against you. I wonder, do you dare to accept this deathmatch?"
At this moment, Yao Luojun truly didn’t dare to kill Wen Qingye outright. For one, it would invite public condemnation. For another, Wen Qingye’s talent was truly exceptional; if he killed him without justification, the Celestial Martial Country’s Royal Family would surely not let the matter rest. Only by killing Wen Qingye in a deathmatch would he leave them with no grounds for retribution.
Wen Qingye’s eyes locked onto Yao Luojun as he walked forward, one step at a time.
"A deathmatch? Fine. But if you lose..." As Wen Qingye spoke, he came to a stop right in front of Yao Luojun. His eyes were like ice from the Nine Netherworld, piercing straight into Yao Luojun’s heart.
"I will slaughter your entire Yao Family!"
