Chapter 77: Chapter 69: Fallen Eagle
There was a time when, as Du Chengfeng grasped the great saber, all he thought of was slaughter.
The saber in hand was meant to cut something, to draw blood and kill, and he understood that, for it was, after all, a saber. So when he didn’t need to use the saber in his everyday life, if this saber still tried to influence him, he would steadfastly fortify his will and deeply remember why he lived, thus commanding the saber, integrating it as part of his combat strength.
Of course, sometimes, like when the saber’s evil qi accumulated excessively, he needed to clarify why he killed, why he went to kill, finding a suitable outlet for both the saber’s evil qi and killing intent. This would dramatically increase his power, causing his killing intent to surge, making him think that was the limit of his strength.
But now, he touched upon something else.
The saber didn’t shout for blood and battle as before, nor was there any boiling killing intent in his chest. With one saber in hand, not only did he have no desire to kill and see blood, but he became increasingly calm.
This saber lay quietly in his palm, waiting for his command.
Waiting, to charge forward with him courageously.
"Then, let’s go."
Raising the saber, Du Chengfeng charged toward the big bird in mid-air.
A blinding crimson light slashed toward him, a terrifying power capable of breaking city gates, but immediately, a blazing saber light tore it to shreds.
A few broken slivers of crimson light fell upon Du Chengfeng, but were all blocked by the layer of flames enveloping him, not harming him in the slightest.
The fire surrounding him protected him like comrades fighting alongside him.
"Gaahhhhh——"
The flesh and blood bird in mid-air screeched hoarsely, and between its flapping wings, thirteen massive bone-made scimitars suddenly emerged.
The wings flapped, and the immense bone scimitars fell like divine retribution from the heavens.
Yet Du Chengfeng remained still, not dodging or evading.
"Is this what you’re calling okay..."
Raising the saber high with both hands, Du Chengfeng gazed towards the sky.
With his spine straightened, his strength surged like a thousand pounds!
"Then come!"
Buzz——
Fiery light shot to the sky, like a soaring dragon.
The thirteen enormous bone scimitars turned to ash instantly, dissipating between heaven and earth.
And the saber in Du Chengfeng’s hand lost half its blade.
"Aren’t you kidding me?"
Du Chengfeng was rendered speechless for a moment.
Even the restored saber couldn’t bear such a ferocious move as the Dragon Form Slash, so what was the point of making that swing?
"...No, not quite right."
Du Chengfeng paused in surprise.
Simply because the blazing light on the half-broken saber was still there.
The pulse of the handle still resonated in his palm; this saber hadn’t died.
Even the broken blade tip on the ground hadn’t died.
"Heh heh heh heh heh——"
Just as Du Chengfeng hesitated for a moment, the blood and flesh bird in mid-air took off.
"Run! Quickly run! When we eat more, when we eat bigger..."
"Run? Where do you want to go?"
Du Chengfeng suddenly raised his head, staring hard at the blood and flesh bird in the sky.
The half saber handle in his hand spun half a circle, turned into a reverse grip.
Ordinary grip, better suited for chopping, but in a reverse grip...
Buzz——
A fiery blade over five zhang long shot out from the broken end, like a giant spear.
Du Chengfeng had never learned precision throwing, but in that moment, he knew instinctively—the flames around him corrected his movements, adjusted his posture, transmitting every minute detail into his heart, making this novice’s form seem like it had been through countless refinements.
At that moment, Du Chengfeng even vaguely sensed Yang Sanlang’s shadow in himself.
"Come, let me show you my skill."
It was like someone whispered softly in Du Chengfeng’s ear.
"Come on, let’s go."
"Let’s go."
It seemed like he was talking to the saber in his hand or something ethereal.
With a three-step run, Du Chengfeng swung his arm.
The fiery light split the sky.
Two blinding crimson lights slashed, but they didn’t slow that fiery light one bit, and when the thirteen enormous bone scimitars came flying, they were pierced entirely by that blazing light.
"Gaahhhhh——"
The bird monster named He Xiqing flapped its wings desperately, using its last strength.
"I will not die here! I will not die here! I must still fly! I must fly higher! Azure is the color of the sky! I must still..."
Poof——
The blazing fire blade pierced the giant flesh bird’s chest and belly, pinning it to the sky entirely.
Beneath the azure sky, the blood and flesh bird’s body was pinned and crashed down with a roar.
The flames in its chest burned its body, and He Xiqing could feel it, felt the blue sky of dreams getting further away, and He Xiqing could see—but couldn’t understand, couldn’t understand why, when he’d given so much, when he’d given everything he had when he’d become so strong, and even gained the wings to fulfill his dreams.
But why, why...
Thud——
The enormous body slammed down, splattering massive amounts of blood.
Half his organs were burned by the fierce flames still attached to his body, He Xiqing could feel, but at least he was still alive, hadn’t just died—if he fled immediately, he had a chance to survive, just needed to eat more, to kill more, in this crazy world where killing made one stronger, he would surely...
"I told you, you’re not leaving."
Just as the monster named He Xiqing was about to flee, a tiny figure stood before him.
He Xiqing glared with his bird eyes, unsure how this tiny creature got in front of him, but he knew it was time to fight desperately.
But when those thirteen scimitars were drawn again, He Xiqing saw something, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hee hee hee hee! You have no saber! You’re without a blade!"
Looking down at the fiery blade pinned to his chest, He Xiqing’s heart was full of ecstasy.
Yes, so what if he was badly wounded?
Now, this monster was without a battle saber, while he held thirteen!
Victory was bound to be...
"Think again?"
Just when He Xiqing raised the thirteen scimitars, the fiery light appeared once more in that small figure’s hand.
He Xiqing saw clearly.
It was the broken, half saber blade.
"To be honest, gutting a pig doesn’t need a great saber."
Saying this, the half blade swung down.
Most of He Xiqing’s body was instantly incinerated, including his head.
And Du Chengfeng, too, pulled the half broken saber he had thrown from the corpse.
The two broken blades joined seamlessly.
Amidst the blazing light, the two-handed saber was as good as new.
