Chapter 1118: Chapter 1117: A Corner of Catastrophe_1
"To think he actually escaped, how could we let him escape?"
Atop the Endless Risky Peak, various geniuses from the Western Region had iron-gray complexions, looking so terrible it was frightening.
Under the siege of so many high-ranking experts from the Emperor List, especially the top fifty, aside from the Forbidden Martial Emperor, there was absolutely no one in this world who could escape alive, absolutely none.
Yet right under their noses, witnessed by everyone, that Kirin, who was only at a half-Supreme Lord level in martial arts, fled with an elder and a child, without even a broken arm.
Even though everyone hesitated to strike for fear of damaging something precious, the outcome should not have been like this. Had it been anyone else, they would only face capture or death.
More than hating Shi Xiaole for killing their Martial Emperor, what truly made it impossible for the geniuses of the Western Region to let go was another cruel, undeniable fact—they didn’t want to admit that in terms of talent and strength, no peer in the current age could match the Kirin!
Even many thought privately, given time to the Kirin, surpassing the Martial Emperor wasn’t impossible, despite his martial arts being only at the half-Supreme Lord level.
"My disciple."
Dezhi Shangshi looked at the dazed Fiery Flame Child Emperor.
Fiery Flame Child Emperor came back to his senses and said, "Master, rest assured, this defeat is just a Chapter in my life. What’s important isn’t the outcome, but the lessons learned. In this life, who can truly be undefeated? It’s just a matter of sooner or later. Your disciple will work even harder."
A person with a fragile mind might shine in one region, but could never become the genius leader of a faction in the Martial World. Fiery Flame Child Emperor considered himself no coward; any failure would only make him stronger.
Kirin, if you’re still alive, I will personally take my revenge!
"That was thrilling. To think he couldn’t be killed even like that, tougher than a cockroach."
Ren Mengzhen sheathed her sword, and her charming, plump red lips couldn’t help but curve upwards slightly.
The term "cockroach" was something she learned from Shi Xiaole, which seemed to refer to something that couldn’t be beaten to death. In Ren Mengzhen’s opinion, Shi Xiaole was way more formidable than a cockroach.
The Sect Leader of Dreamy Sect glanced sidelong at Ren Mengzhen and inwardly cursed her for picking up a windfall.
She understood better than anyone that her disciple’s talent was first-rate, but in the grand scheme of the world, it wasn’t that remarkable.
Yet among the vast sea of people, her disciple had stumbled upon the Kirin, a monster that appeared once in a millennium. It wasn’t a pie from the sky, but a golden egg. With Ren Mengzhen’s current talent and progress, breaking through to the Void Origin Realm was only a half-step away, and her future achievements feared to far outshine her own.
"Father, I want to join Nine Heavens Mountain."
At the side of Heaven and Earth Surprised Swan Castle, Duanmu Qiangren, the young castle master, spoke to Duanmu Longteng. He had fantasized about it before, but never with such urgency and intensity. One could say Duanmu Qiangren was utterly convinced by the Kirin.
Duanmu Longteng glanced at his son and after a moment’s thought, said, "If you have the ability to join, I won’t object."
His daughter had already joined Nine Heavens Mountain, and whether they acknowledged it or not, the ties between Heaven and Earth Surprised Swan Castle and Nine Heavens Mountain couldn’t be severed. Whether his son joined or not, it actually didn’t matter anymore.
However, Duanmu Longteng was still pleased to deepen the connection between the two.
As for the troubles stirred up by the Kirin, the more prominent a figure, the more and greater the troubles before they truly soared into the skies – it’s a natural law and could also be seen as a test by the heavens. From another perspective, aside from the Kirin, who else could cause such enormous trouble?
"In the future, do not mention Ling Shangyun’s vendetta, and if you encounter the Kirin, be sure to make a detour."
The Sect Master of the Evil Blade Sect, Evil Sword Emperor, suddenly ordered his sect’s experts with severity.
Including the Different-eyed Sword Emperor, everyone bowed their heads, not uttering a word of rebuttal. In fact, even if the Evil Sword Emperor hadn’t spoken, they would not dare provoke the Kirin again.
The opponent was simply too terrifying; with such power, he could probably slay the Sect Master with a single sword strike, especially for the Different-eyed Sword Emperor, whose feeling was most profound.
He couldn’t even imagine, if there were to meet again, what level Shi Xiaole would have reached. As for being hunted by the entire Martial World, honestly, the Different-eyed Sword Emperor wasn’t very optimistic.
If the Kirin sincerely hid in Nine Heavens Mountain, who could touch him? Even if he didn’t return to Nine Heavens Mountain, with the Kirin’s disguise skills and survival abilities, finding him would be as difficult as searching for a needle in a haystack, as hard as ascending to heaven.
In short, from this day forward, the Different-eyed Sword Emperor would rather die than provoke someone like the Kirin again.
Yao Mie Sheng slowly withdrew his gaze, seemingly still unable to wake from his astonishment. Other experts of the Burial Martial Association somewhat knew the Young Sect Leader’s thoughts, and could only sigh to themselves.
Now, Yao Mie Sheng had already stepped into the Void Origin Realm, and in combat power, reached the pinnacle of the human realm. At his age, he was undoubtedly a prodigy of the current time.
Yet his rival was Shi Xiaole, who won all battles, almost godlike.
From the Young Sect Leader’s first defeat to Shi Xiaole until now, it was clear to any observant person that not only had the distance between them not closed, but it was also ever-widening. If the Young Sect Leader became too obsessed, he might one day be engulfed by his inner demons.
A world-shaking battle concluded with an outcome no one had expected.
The news spread, causing a sensation throughout the world.
The Martial Emperor and the master of the Ghost Carriage both injured, the Six Lotus Sect rising from the ashes, the resolution of the Beigong mystery, the legendary East Victory becoming known, and the Kirin very likely obtaining the secrets of East Victory...
One shocking piece of news after another, like a tsunami, spread to every corner of the Martial World, even affecting the courts, because the matters of East Victory related to the entire East Victory continent, and no power wished to remain ignorant.
For a time, the world was abuzz, with debates heard everywhere, and everyone describing and discussing the startling changes that occurred on Endless Risky Peak.
The fervor brought about by the world-shocking battle was still on the rise, and even many sects that were preparing to return chose to stay temporarily due to the secrets of East Victory.
So much so that few noticed, a great-disaster-that-would-affect-all was brewing in certain corners, like the foaming waves before a tsunami, stirring under the calm.
...
"You, you are Burial Martial Artists?"
A gaunt middle-aged swordsman, his face filled with terror, pointed at the group of mysterious people opposite him, wearing grey clothes wrapped in chains.
Behind the middle-aged swordsman, several people were scattered on the ground, either dead or injured—all of them top experts from the Divine Sword Sect, with the lowest cultivation at the ninth level of the Divine Barrier Realm. However, under the effect of the Hell Burial Souls Fragrance, they were even worse off than ordinary people at the moment.
"Good that you know. If you don’t want to die, don’t resist. Take them away."
The leader of the mysterious people waved his hand, and immediately, the Burial Martial Artists stepped forward, dragging the members of the Divine Sword Sect into the dense forest, binding them, and throwing them into the carriage.
...
On the hillside, the masters from the Western Region’s Treasure Ship Pavilion were desperately resisting. What made them grind their teeth in frustration was that the Dragon Gate Realm martial artists, whom they could usually kill with a single palm strike, were now humiliating them at will.
They resisted for about a quarter of an hour.
Apart from a few who were killed, all the masters of the Treasure Ship Pavilion became prisoners.
...
"Burial Martial Association, so you were lying in wait here!"
The leader of the Sky Edge Pavilion, Duanmu Ling, bellowed loudly. Around him, Sky Edge Pavilion experts continuously screamed as they fell.
Qiu Yuchu was also among the crowd. She watched the encircling Burial Martial Artists and wanted to exert force but felt too weak. Hit in the back by an iron chain, she spewed blood and fainted on the spot.
Soon after, all the Sky Edge Pavilion masters, including Duanmu Ling, were utterly defeated.
At the same time, many of the Martial World’s top forces were either on their way to or returning from Endless Risky Peak when they fell victim to ambushes by the Burial Martial Artists, with none of them escaping successfully.
However, because there were so many forces from the Martial World headed toward Endless Risky Peak, and the Martial World’s attention was not focused on this, no one noticed for a while.
...
Cliff Peak City.
Inside a luxurious estate.
"Miss, everything has been taken care of."
Listening to the report from her subordinate, Golden Rainbow Fairy put down her teacup and revealed a sweet smile, "Take all those people back to the Burial Martial Association secretly. If anyone has thoughts of resisting, kill them. Those who don’t obey, kill them too."
"Yes!"
As the person reporting withdrew, among the two men and two women following Golden Rainbow Fairy, the girl in pink spoke regretfully, "It’s a pity that the Hell Burial Souls Fragrance is in such limited supply, and it’s too troublesome to produce. Moreover, it doesn’t affect the Forbidden Martial Emperor; otherwise, at Endless Risky Peak, we could settle everything once and for all!"
The girl in pink was pretty, but the words she spoke were chilling to the bone.
"Don’t worry, that day won’t be far away. Moreover, the top-level forces are already on guard against our association because of the last incident with imprisoning the Young Master. We shouldn’t act too rashly for now. Let’s wait for the results of Medicine Saint’s research."
In this world, there shouldn’t be any strife or slaughter, landscapes like paintings, only made dirty and dangerous because of the existence of martial artists. If one day all martial artists are eliminated, maybe the world will be a bit more peaceful, right?
Golden Rainbow Fairy leaned back in her chair, looking out at the warm sunset outside the window, her diamond-shaped lips slowly curving.
How beautiful!
...
"Brother Shi, Brother Shi, wake up. Don’t leave Ling’er behind. Please wake up. Ling’er has already lost Grandpa; I can’t lose you too..."
In the dim cave, a little girl with swollen and red eyes from crying was shaking the figure full of bloodstains on the ground, tears falling in strings.
In the end, the little girl seemed to lose her strength and collapsed in the man’s embrace. When she awoke, overcome with grief, she couldn’t help but cry silently again, her large eyes losing their luster.
So tired!
This was Shi Xiaole’s first reaction upon regaining consciousness.
In the battle at Endless Risky Peak, his spirit had been drained to its lowest, his body repeatedly suffering serious injuries, which even the way of life and death martial arts could hardly heal.
To outsiders, his escape might have seemed carefree, but they didn’t know that it was Shi Xiaole’s last bit of effort. If he had been any closer to the Mysterious Trace Emperor and the others at that time, he surely wouldn’t have escaped.
Right, how is Ling’er?
Shi Xiaole forced himself to open his eyes, and Ling’er, who happened to see this, was so thrilled that she seemed reborn, throwing herself into Shi Xiaole’s arms, hugging him with all her might without letting go.
"Ling’er, are you alright?"
Shi Xiaole asked softly.
Upon hearing this, Ling’er cried even harder.
"Ling’er is fine, but if something happens to Brother Shi, Ling’er won’t want to live either."
