Chapter 934: Chapter 933 Brother Shi_1
For a Martial Emperor at the Void Origin Realm, killing a Terrestrial Immortal might not be as effortless as blowing away dust, but it’s still as easy as flipping one’s hand, let alone Yang Feng, who is not a Terrestrial Immortal but merely a Lord.
At ordinary times, Zheng Xiqi could have shocked him to death with just his aura, but he deliberately took action, envisioning a scene where Yang Feng was turned into a mist of blood. Out of the corner of his eye, he indeed saw Qu Wuyan’s spirit unsettled, and Chu Siming seizing the moment to exploit her lapse, advancing rapidly.
The three maidservants were as if frozen in place, especially Rong Shu, whose face drained of color, her eyes shattering like glass, devoid of any hope.
Pleasure surged in Zheng Xiqi’s chest.
"In the end, I still have to die."
A thought flashed through Yang Feng’s mind, filled with too much unwillingness and regret.
He had yet to explore one ten-thousandth of this colorful world and the colorful Martial World.
The grace and high hopes of his master could only be repaid in the next life.
Crown Sword Marquis, dear brother, will you know of my death here, will you miss me?
Brother Shi, to part from you like this, I didn’t expect it to be the last time. Will you forget me, your friend with mediocre talent?
...
One face after another flashed through Yang Feng’s mind, finally settling on that night under the moon, that smiling face so innocent and moving. Xiaoyu, where are you?
No matter if you were sincere or merely polite, I wish you a lifetime of happiness. Goodbye!
He closed his eyes tightly.
"Brother Yang, it has been hard searching for you."
The anticipated pain did not come. Instead, a familiar magnetic voice sounded by his ear, making Yang Feng tremble all over, unable to believe as he opened his eyes.
A pale-faced middle-aged man was looking at him, a sword at his waist, winked at him: "Brother Yang, I didn’t arrive too late, did I?"
It was that voice.
Yang Feng knew that man was adept in the art of disguise, and even though it was not a familiar face, it still made him dazed: "Am I dreaming?"
At the most desperate moment, the person he had admired the most in his life stood before him, and even if it were a dream, it brought warmth to Yang Feng’s eyes and a sourness to his nose, stirring a sense of unreality.
Reuniting with an old friend, Shi Xiaole was equally excited and simply tore off his disguise mask.
"Shi, Brother Shi!"
Yang Feng laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face.
Shi Xiaole patted his shoulder, secretly frightened.
From Heavenly Will Sect to Wind Thunder City, even using the Divine Eagle, it took him seven days, and yet barely in time, or his good friend would have died at the enemy’s hand.
He didn’t dare to imagine what it would have been like had he not tamed the Divine Eagle.
"Who are you, sir, to interfere in the matters of Happy Valley? Are you tired of living?"
Zheng Xiqi was indifferent to Shi Xiaole catching his palm.
The palm strike just now was casual, and to create a deterrent effect, he deliberately slowed it down several times. Even an Eighth Tier Earth Immortal could catch it, so it was no surprise for Shi Xiaole with his peak Divine Barrier Realm cultivation revealed.
"The one who’s tired of living is probably you."
Shi Xiaole slowly turned around.
"This is bad!"
In his excitement, Yang Feng suddenly jolted. He suddenly remembered that Zheng Xiqi was a highly esteemed Martial Emperor of the Void Origin Realm; how could Brother Shi be his match?
It must have been the letter sent by Xiaoyu that Brother Shi saw, leading him to come here risking his life. It is I who have harmed Brother Shi. Yang Feng grabbed Shi Xiaole and rushed toward Zheng Xiqi, his body suddenly expanding as he chose to self-detonate.
"Brother Shi, go!"
"Don’t, Brother Yang!"
The former was a loud shout from Yang Feng; the latter came from Rong Shu. The girl appeared as if her soul had left her body, crying her heart out as she watched this unfold.
A profound power acted on Yang Feng, causing the energy he had accumulated to scatter back to his limbs and bones. He uncontrollably drifted to the ground. Shi Xiaole stepped forward: "Brother Yang, do you have so little faith in me?"
"Brother Shi, it’s not a matter of faith..."
Zheng Xiqi saw everything, laughed out of extreme anger: "There’s no need to argue, I’ll send you all on your way to the west." As a Martial Emperor of the Void Origin Realm, when had he ever been ignored?
Concentrating fifty percent of his power in the palm of his hand, Zheng Xiqi sneered cruelly as he released his palm energy, which roared like wind and thunder, intending to annihilate everything in the world.
Shijian, Huamei, and Rong Shu, the three women, also reacted, each exerting their full strength, boldly meeting the palm energy. Perhaps they weren’t worth mentioning, but they could help a little, and today was a dead end anyway.
Qu Wuyan struggled against Chu Siming, but her gaze drifted toward that peerlessly graceful young man.
The Daxia Dynasty was unlike the Flying Horse Dynasty. Unless one deliberately inquired, how many had heard of Shi Xiaole? It was through Rong Shu that Qu Wuyan came to know of this man. After some investigation, especially hearing that he had withstood two moves from Murong Chun in Sky City and survived, she thought of sending him a message.
After all, at that time, Zheng Xiqi had not revealed the strength of the Void Origin Realm, and she thought he would be a great help. But now, it seemed she had dug a pit for him.
Her thoughts were brief, but slower than a flash of sword light.
Like a startled swan, as if the world itself had just begun, under this sword strike, time itself seemed to stop flowing, with only the sword Qi formed from the wind speed, rushing toward Zheng Xiqi with unstoppable velocity.
Because the sword was too fast, in Qu Wuyan’s eyes, it seemed as if Shi Xiaole made the first move, and Zheng Xiqi could only passively counterattack in haste.
Hisss...
The palm force that roared with rage had barely touched the Sword Qi when it instantly split evenly in two like cheese meeting hot soup, or thin paper meeting a blade, bursting out with an extremely exaggerated curve, blowing apart the three-foot thick iron walls on both sides, causing the ground to shake violently.
The aftermath rolled towards Shi Xiaole and his four companions but was immediately shredded by a layer of Sword Qi, leaving them unharmed.
In contrast, Zheng Xiqi was caught off guard, managing to muster only thirty percent of his strength when the Sword Qi reached him, and he desperately slapped out with a roar. Immediately, he lost more than half of his palm to the Sword Qi’s cutting force, and the momentum did not stop there; it took with it a third of his left shoulder as well, his fresh blood just began to spurt before disappearing the next moment.
"Ah, you, you’re so crafty, hiding your cultivation level?!"
Zheng Xiqi’s eyes were bloodshot as he subconsciously thought Shi Xiaole was a Void Origin Realm Martial Emperor.
"There’s no need to hide anything from you."
With the Spring Fury Sword in hand, Shi Xiaole lightly swung the second sword.
In an instant, centered around Zheng Xiqi, within a ten-meter radius, explosions were everywhere, Sword Qi condensed to the extreme, terrifying to the extreme, causing even Chu Siming, a fellow swordsman, to watch with his eyes twitching rapidly.
It was the fourth form of the refined Wind Tribulation Sword Technique, Wind Fury.
"Flying Flower Breaking Illusionary Gate!"
A glaze-like shield protected Zheng Xiqi, and the Sword Qi hammering on it produced a harsh collision sound.
Shi Xiaole could see that his opponent’s martial way was akin to the Gold Martial Way, but with less sharpness and more robustness; having reached the mid-term of full strength, defense was extremely prominent.
"I want you dead, Heart-plucking Heavenly Earth Hand!"
An invisible hand suddenly extended from the glaze shield, ignoring the distance of time and space, viciously reaching for Shi Xiaole to crush him.
But Shi Xiaole was indifferent, as if he saw nothing, merely raising his sword for another strike of Wind Fury. This time, however, he pushed the Wind Sword Way to its limit.
Boom, boom, boom...
The previous battle with the three major sects had weakened the array system of Happy Valley, and under the impact of the two forces, it was like a Heavenly Collapse and Earth Shattering; the grand hall built of three-foot gold and iron was reduced to ashes in moments, and wide cracks appeared in the ground, spreading ceaselessly towards the distance.
The invisible hand was still two feet from the top of Shi Xiaole’s head when it suddenly shattered into pieces, and the glaze shield protecting Zheng Xiqi shattered as well.
"How can this be..."
Zheng Xiqi’s face paled in fright, his scream drowned out by the tide of Sword Qi; in the blink of an eye, his body was covered with hundreds of cuts, with the Sword Qi constantly invading his body, struggling to clear it out for a while.
This youngster, who emitted a very young aura, was so powerful that he was definitely above Qu Wuyan!
In his terror, Zheng Xiqi didn’t hesitate to flee, but Shi Xiaole chased after him from behind and launched three consecutive sword strikes, forcing him into a precarious situation and severing his right leg, though he managed to save his life.
"You brat, just you wait, there will come a day..."
Zheng Xiqi was mid-oath, swearing bitterly, when a piercing, high-pitched cry came from above his head. Looking back, a shadow loomed. He realized his viewpoint had risen; a golden Divine Eagle soared past, spinning a headless corpse in mid-air, which thudded to the ground.
The body looked somewhat familiar—yes, it was his own!
This was Zheng Xiqi’s last sight.
"Gold Thunder, block him."
Shi Xiaole gave an order to the Divine Eagle and himself rushed towards the fleeing Chu Siming.
"Young hero, we have had no grievances in the past nor recent disputes, why must you press so hard?"
Chu Siming couldn’t believe how quickly the Divine Eagle moved, being intercepted in the blink of an eye; his ferocious charge fruitless, he soon faced the joint attack of Shi Xiaole and Qu Wuyan, turning his face ashen.
"You would surely hold a grudge against me, and besides, you are no good person."
Shi Xiaole was no longer the green youth he used to be; he knew when to be merciful and when to be ruthless.
In this battle, Chu Siming resisted desperately, even resorting to secret techniques, yet he was no match for Shi Xiaole. Under the combined attack of two and an eagle, it took only a dozen moves before he was pulverized.
All was settled.
What was slated to be Qu Wuyan and others’ last stand had turned upside down in a moment; they escaped unscathed, yet three great Void Origin Realm Martial Emperors had been buried.
And the sole reason for this earth-shattering change was this extraordinary youth.
Including Qu Wuyan, everyone was dumbstruck, unable to believe what had happened.
"Brother Shi, you, you’ve become a Void Origin Realm Martial Emperor?"
Yang Feng asked in a trembling voice.
He remembered the Martial Emperor had only reached the Void Origin Realm at the age of sixty-two.
"Not yet."
Shi Xiaole sheathed his sword and shook his head.
Hiss!
The crowd inhaled sharply.
This denial was more shocking than an affirmation. Without the cultivation level of the Void Origin Realm, yet capable of fighting Void Origin Realm Martial Emperors—wasn’t this battle power too terrifying?
Yang Feng suddenly remembered past events; while everyone else’s progress slowed, how was it that Brother Shi’s was increasingly fast?
This man, unfettered by any rules, was destined to shake the world!
"Thank you, for saving my life, I will never forget this debt."
Qu Wuyan, normally cold and detached, understood the ways of the world, thus her expression of gratitude was exceptionally sincere.
