Chapter 630: Chapter 515: Torturing Life Saber_2
Although the ideal is very plump, reality is very cruel, even a severely injured Venerable Jile was not someone he could contend with, just two punches, and Lu Chenzhou, drained of spiritual power and with unsteady footsteps, was knocked to the ground, his face covered in blood.
Struggling to get up from the ground, Yang Xiao winced as pain made the corners of his mouth twitch. His left arm was broken, hanging in a twisted position below his shoulder, several ribs on the left side were also smashed. Although Venerable Jile had only one magic artifact, he was genuinely fierce. The female ghost clinging to his back continued to drain his spiritual power, making this foe even more troublesome than the City God Master.
He swung the broken stick in his hand, aiming a fierce strike at Lu Chenzhou. Venerable Jile, with bloodshot eyes, experienced excruciating pain tearing through his groin that made him wish for death. Yet, when he swung the stick again, intending to deliver a fatal blow to Lu Chenzhou, the unexpected happened—his left arm suddenly became uncontrollable and flew off as he swung.
Accompanied by a scream, Venerable Jile saw a horrifying scene—his left arm inexplicably broke at the elbow, exposing bones and muscles at the break, and spurting a great deal of blood.
Not far behind him, Yang Xiao’s broken arm was also drenched in blood, the elbow sporting a fierce wound deep enough to expose bone. He stood there, gasping for breath, his eyes bloodshot, and the handle of the kitchen knife he was clutching was also stained red with blood.
This was the ability of the kitchen knife. Earlier, when he was blown away by a punch from Venerable Jile, he also managed to wound the opponent with the knife. Once the blade was smeared with the opponent’s blood, he could trade his own injuries for double the damage on the opponent, and just now, he had sliced into his own left arm with the knife.
Since his left arm was already useless, trading it for the opponent’s intact arm was a profit soaked in blood.
From his last engagement, he had also noticed that Venerable Jile’s left arm was the strongest, not knowing what sort of martial skill it was.
Venerable Jile, having lost an arm and still not recovered, saw Yang Xiao, already drenched halfway in blood, charging at him with a staggering step. Reacting, Venerable Jile turned around, attempting to use his right arm to block Yang Xiao’s knife, hoping to seize the blade. But to his surprise, just as his right hand was about to grab the kitchen knife, it vanished from Yang Xiao’s hand, replaced by a horsetail whisk, and the next second, it swept across his right hand, striking his body hard.
"Pu—"
In Venerable Jile’s eyes filled with terror, his right arm disintegrated instantly, and the massive impact flung his entire body away, indescribable pain flooding his body, making him scream out a ghastly and wrenching cry, unlike any human sound.
That strike also drained all of Yang Xiao’s spiritual power. His body wobbled a few times, his vision darkening repeatedly, nearly toppling to the ground.
The fact that the strike didn’t finish off Venerable Jile was unexpected for him, but simultaneously, he realized that the same level of magic artifact’s attack resulted in different injuries against different opponents. His strike could have killed an Evil Cultivator Venerable like Granny Hong, but couldn’t kill the number one Venerable of Xiu Sect.
But it didn’t matter anymore; Yang Xiao glanced at Venerable Jile with something resembling pity. The former grandeur of this person, he was better off dead now.
Ignoring the already shattered left arm, along with his right arm, the whole lower half of his body had turned into a viscous mass of blood, muscle, and tendons, with twisted bones and torn organs mixed in. Only a head and the upper part of the chest were vaguely recognizable. There wasn’t much left of this Venerable Jile that could be identified as human.
This scene also shocked Lu Chenzhou; he had only seen Yang Xiao use this move to fend off clowns before, never imagining that it would be so horrific when deployed on a human.
With the defeat of Venerable Jile, the female ghost that had troubled Yang Xiao also disappeared. In a pool of revolting flesh and blood, Yang Xiao stirred around with a stick, eventually flipping out a dirty, unrecognizable veil from beneath a kidney.
Yang Xiao remembered this item; that female ghost had been wearing this veil on her face while dancing seductively for him in the palace.
Yang Xiao threw the veil onto Venerable Jile’s face, scoffing, "The so-called number one Venerable of Xiu Sect, not worth a hit!"
"Hai...hai hai hai..." Lu Chenzhou, for some reason, suddenly began to cough violently, as if he had been choked.
"Lu, are you okay?" Yang Xiao walked over to him, bending down to try to help him up, but Lu Chenzhou shook his head desperately, his expression pained: "Don’t, don’t touch, my waist... it seems broken."
It didn’t matter where it was broken, as after the time ended and they left, they would fully recover, though they indeed had to endure some pain.
Seeing Yang Xiao approaching, Venerable Jile, who had become invalid, pleaded loudly: "Don’t, don’t kill me..."
Yang Xiao crouched down, pulling off his mask, revealing a middle-aged, fat man with a face full of horizontal flesh, now in such pain that his eyebrows were knotted together.
"Yang Xiao, I can tell you a secret in exchange, you... you spare me, our Xiu Sect... Ahhh!!"
Mid-sentence, Venerable Jile screamed out in agony as Yang Xiao lightly swept his chest with the horsetail whisk, peeling off an entire patch of skin, "You have no right to bargain with me. You can also choose not to speak, but I have many ways to make you talk."
Venerable Jile, tortured by extreme pain, shouted: "This secret is very important to you, it’s about... about that kitchen knife in your hands!"
Yang Xiao, who had just paused about to pluck out Venerable Jile’s eyeball, froze for a moment. He then held the horsetail whisk a few inches above Venerable Jile’s head and said coldly, "I hate being lied to. If I find out you’ve lied, I’ll peel off your face."
