Chapter 1109: Chapter 1108: Tragic_1
"Illusion Sea Fury!"
Without any semblance of probing, the West Sea Martial Emperor made his move with a world-renowned lethal technique.
Layer upon layer of deep blue waves surged violently, one layer overwhelming the next, each subsequent wave intensifying upon the one before. The terrifying force seemed almost to collapse the very heavens, causing even the travelers at the foot of the Endless Risky Peak to feel their hearts tremble.
Flying Crane extended his left hand, striking forward like the beak of a crane, with golden feathers appearing abruptly, shooting towards the advancing tide at a breathtaking speed. The initial volley was not intense, but within a fraction of a blink, the sky was filled with golden feathers, transforming into a golden sea.
"Heavenly Crane Spread Feather!"
The elders of the Crane Feather Gate trembled with excitement as they watched the scene unfold.
Clang!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The mountains, rivers, sun, and moon all dimmed in the face of this strike.
Many onlookers from various cities stood atop their roofs, agape and speechless.
Based on the energy they could sense, the duel between the Martial Emperor and the master of the Ghost Carriage should have already ended. Could it be that another Forbidden Martial Emperor had taken action? What in the world was happening at the top of Endless Risky Peak?
The sea, rippling with endless waves, parted as the West Sea Martial Emperor, his presence as overwhelming as a rainbow, walked upon the waves. Behind him, the tide suddenly inverted, like the gaping maw of a giant sea beast, swallowing him and Flying Crane together.
The next instant, a soul-shattering explosion echoed from within the waves.
"You’ve hidden quite deeply."
The Daxia Martial Emperor inwardly gasped.
This killing technique of the West Sea Martial Emperor bore a certain resemblance to an Array System. It was known that Array Systems originated from arrays, and the West Sea Martial Emperor was one of the rare geniuses who combined arrays with martial arts. Though it seemed his proficiency was not high, the power it transformed into was not to be underestimated.
The Daxia Martial Emperor had no doubt that given enough time, the other’s achievements would not be inferior to his own.
Splash, splash, splash.
After thousands of explosions, the waves finally burst apart, turning into a dense fog that swiftly covered tens of thousands of miles. Two bursts of light tore through the fog again.
One came from Flying Crane and the West Sea Martial Emperor, the other from Beigong Jue and the Western Region Martial Emperor. The Daxia Martial Emperor stood at the farthest distance, only making a move to intercept when the Western Region Martial Emperor tried to flee.
"Daxia Martial Emperor, what are your intentions?"
The Western Region Martial Emperor, drenched in blood, bellowed angrily.
The Daxia Martial Emperor spoke indifferently, "The Beigong mystery has yet to be clarified. It would be better for everyone to stay."
Upon hearing this, the Western Region Martial Emperor trembled with rage, understanding all too well what the other was suggesting—believing Beigong Jue’s words, seeking to draw out the Six Lotus Sect.
The experts of the Sky Wolf Palace also looked displeased. Were it not for the overwhelming strength of the Daxia Martial Emperor, they would have undoubtedly attacked in a fit of fury, seizing the chance for their master to escape.
Just then, the same blood-colored spear light that had heavily injured the Martial Emperor and the master of the Ghost Carriage returned, thrusting viciously at Beigong Jue, who had lost both arms but was still ferociously defiant.
"You think to do it a second time before my very eyes?"
The Daxia Martial Emperor seemed to have anticipated this, extending his hand and squeezing forcefully in front of him.
Crack, crack, crack.
The blood-colored spear light crumbled into pieces. Within it, a red silhouette became visible, its voice sharp and cold: "Why bother opposing me? Those who have done so have never met a good end."
"Perhaps you misspoke. It is those who oppose your Six Lotus Sect that never meet a good end. However, I’ve always liked challenging things others dare not."
The Daxia Martial Emperor observed the figure, entirely unconcerned.
"Hehe, many have said the same in the past, and now, their bones have rotted away," the silhouette retorted, not denying its affiliation with the Six Lotus Sect. This revelation shocked everyone present—could it be that everything Beigong Jue had said was true?
The Western Region Martial Emperor’s expression was ferocious, filled with a madness borne of hatred.
He clearly understood his Martial Uncle’s intentions. Once Beigong Jue laid out the details of the massacre, the truth no longer mattered. Whether he admitted it or not, people would harbor doubts about him.
And with the capabilities of the Divine Strategy Academy, Sky Net, Ignorance Pavilion, and even Qin Building, tracking down clues and following the trail, the truth would eventually come out.
Most importantly, had his Martial Uncle not stepped in, then even if he didn’t die today, he would have had a hard time escaping. It was all because of Beigong Jue, this residual poison of the Beigong Clan, that the Six Lotus Sect’s plans, years in the making, were disrupted—he deserved to die!
With a roar, the Western Region Martial Emperor went mad. He allowed Beigong Jue to shatter his left leg, then his right leg slammed directly into his opponent’s chest. Had Beigong Jue not retreated quickly, his entire chest would have been kicked through.
Beigong Jue shouted murderously, ignoring his spilled intestines, and his legs flew out, kicking phantoms one after another. The Western Region Martial Emperor, having lost both arms and one leg, could not withstand the assault and was repeatedly hit.
Falling to his current plight, he knew his chance of survival was slim. With a ghastly smile, he said, "Back when your Beigong Clan was rampant, did it not get wiped out overnight? I personally slaughtered eighteen heirs of your clan, and I enjoyed myself with three of your misses—the taste is unforgettable to this day. Beigong Jue, that includes your sister, hahaha..."
Beigong Jue’s eyes became vertical slits, and in a fit of rage, he spurted blood. Shi Xiaole had never seen such a terrifying expression on him. In a flash, Beigong Jue smashed half of the Western Region Martial Emperor’s body into pieces.
The Western Region Martial Emperor, prepared, wrapped his right leg around the other’s left leg and wrenched it fiercely, ripping Beigong Jue’s leg out. The two, their eyes red with killing intent, clashed again rapidly. The scene was so bloodthirsty and brutal, it made everyone’s scalp tingle.
On the other side, Flying Crane’s duel with the West Sea Martial Emperor was equally perilous and astonishing.
The two clashed back and forth, either exchanging long-range killing moves or engaging in close-quarters combat. Many times, by a hair’s breadth, they almost found each other’s weaknesses, aiming to deliver a fatal blow—there was no room for the slightest carelessness.
"Get lost!"
Seeing that the Western Region Martial Emperor was about to be defeated, a red shadow grabbed a blood spear and shot forth like lightning. But the Daxia Martial Emperor didn’t retreat an inch. His weapon was a pair of iron rings hidden in his sleeves, and with a whoosh, the rings sent the blood spear flying back.
Their battle soared to the heavens and plunged into the earth, their momentum overwhelmingly surpassed the other two battle groups.
Massive cracks spread like black lightning as the three battle groups fiercely fought, causing space storms to spill out and form tornadoes. Even with the Array System’s protection, they nearly blew away numerous mountains, terrifying the warriors of the Martial World watching, yet they couldn’t pull themselves away.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Somehow, half of Beigong Jue’s body had been pierced through, and only with the protection of his Vigorous Air was he spared. His right leg entangled with that of the Western Region Martial Emperor, he used his head as a battering ram.
Thud!
Their heads collided, producing a solid, wall-crashing sound that made countless onlookers’ hearts shrink and their bodies go cold.
Both warriors had a dent formed in their skulls. Blood flowed from Beigong Jue’s seven orifices as he unleashed a long-held spiritual attack from his eyes, while at the same time, he spat out a jet of blood towards his opponent’s throat.
The spiritual attack was blocked by another spirit wall—becoming a Forbidden Martial Emperor meant the West Sea Martial Emperor had no weak point either.
He twisted his body forcibly, and as the blood spear pierced his collarbone, he delivered another heavy blow to Beigong Jue’s head, causing internal organs to shatter into blood mist, bursting out from Beigong Jue’s back.
FAR away from Endless Risky Peak, at the bottom of a large mountain, there lay a village.
Ling’er listlessly sat on a large rock at the village entrance, swinging her legs and stretching her neck from time to time to look outside.
"How strange. Grandpa said he would come back and find me soon, so why hasn’t he returned yet? And the same goes for Wooden Grandpa—did he find Grandpa or not?"
Ling’er pouted, secretly deciding that for the next two days she would ignore those two annoying grandpas, to let them deeply reflect on their mistake. If they didn’t coax her, they would see if she showed them a good face!
The faint sound of distant explosions pricked Ling’er’s ears, and she thought about asking her grandpas about it when they returned—they definitely would know. It was a pity Shi Xiaole wasn’t there; otherwise, he could have kept her company.
As she played with her braids, an ominous and sorrowful emotion suddenly spread through Ling’er’s chest—an impending sense of loss that left her feeling weak, her eyes instantly welling up with tears.
"What’s the matter? Why am I feeling this way?"
Ling’er frantically wiped away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more they flowed. Unfamiliar with despair, all she knew was that her heart hurt, as if it had been torn in two, leaving an empty void.
"Grandpa, Grandpa!"
Clutching her head, Ling’er suddenly screamed and fell off the two-meter-tall boulder.
Not far away, a couple quickly rushed over, alarmed by her fall.
The couple, unable to have children, took to Ling’er immediately and adored her. Moreover, the strange man had given them five hundred taels of silver, swearing them to take good care of the girl. Naturally, they were terribly worried.
But what shocked them happened just as Ling’er was about to hit the ground: a giant black eagle swooped down and steadied her gracefully, flying up to a height of ten meters.
"Big Black, can you take me to find Grandpa, please? I have to find him!"
The black eagle, a friend Ling’er had not long known, was also the only friend she could rely on at the moment. With a cry, the eagle agreed readily.
"To that direction!"
Ling’er pointed towards where the explosions were coming from, trusting her instincts. Possessing the Flawless Sacred Bones since birth, she vaguely sensed a thread of her grandfather’s aura.
One day and one night passed, and the intense battle at Endless Risky Peak reached its most critical juncture.
"Double Ring Breaking Clouds Open!"
The Daxia Martial Emperor manipulated the yin-yang iron rings, forming infinite threads of energy that rushed back and forth, constantly repelling the red figure. Still, a few strands of spear light broke through, continuously attacking the Daxia Martial Emperor.
Both of their martial strength was deep and profound, their power almost evenly matched.
"Sea Boundary!"
An immense sea of waves formed a barrier, drawing Flying Crane into it. The West Sea Martial Emperor’s talent dazzled everyone; he was starting to master this move in this evenly matched duel, its power visibly increasing by leaps and bounds.
Yet Flying Crane was no pushover. After disappearing for a thousand years, he showed everyone what the Golden Generation was made of.
In his hands, flock after flock of mystical white cranes formed auspicious patterns, not only breaking the barrier but also injuring the West Sea Martial Emperor. Unfortunately, the indestructible nature of the Martial Emperor’s barrier meant that Flying Crane couldn’t lend a hand to Beigong Jue for the time being.
The most brutal duel was between Beigong Jue and the Western Region Martial Emperor. Both had lost their limbs and were using their heads and torsos as weapons. Each move was costly, killing a thousand of the enemy at the expense of eight hundred of their own. Eventually, much of their life force was spent.
"Die!"
Seizing the opportunity, Beigong Jue bit down on the Western Region Martial Emperor’s neck, blood drenching his face. The Western Region Martial Emperor retaliated fiercely, sinking his teeth into Beigong Jue’s head and ripping off a large piece of scalp and skull.
"Grandpa!"
In a far-off place, Ling’er, with her keen eyes atop the black eagle, saw everything and stiffened. Hit by the blast of residual energy, the eagle’s wings broke, and Ling’er couldn’t help but scream as she plummeted from the sky.
