Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty Six – Lil’ Fire (1/2)

Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty Six – Lil’ Fire

Chief Elder praised, “Mo Cloud Sea is really full of tigers and dragons, Tian Huan has tens of thousands of disciples yet there is just one that is at Xian Er’s level. I hadn’t expected Mo Cloud Sea to have more than three. Even this old man is jealous.”

Zuo Mo said with a snicker, “Why be jealous. If Chief Elder comes to Mo Cloud Sea, to say of nothing else, you can pick your position. Also, Chief Elder’s shen glyph study will definitely be spread far and wide.”

Zuo Mo’s tone was teasing, yet his expression was still cold and authoritative. It gave people a strange feeling of dissonance.

Chief Elder shook his head and laughed, “Mister Zuo is really funny. After today, Mo Cloud Sea will turn from prosperity into stagnation and decline. The future is not as bright as Tian Huan. If you will join Tian Huan, I am willing to abdicate the position of Chief Elder.”

Zuo Mo sighed softly. “I have always admired people of grandmaster level like Chief Elder, and never thought that I would face one in battle. We really have to sigh at fate. This one was thinking that if Tian Huan lost the Chief Elder, lost Li Xian Er, then what would it be like?”

Both sides were smiling as they spoke as though they were lamenting over fate. Yet their words were blades as they used their speech to put the other under greater pressure.

Chief Elder laughed. “Mister Zuo is right, today’s battle is about the fate of us both. If I die, Tian Huan will decline, and if Mister Zuo dies, Mo Cloud Sea will be defeated without any need to attack. Mister Zuo is too confident, you should not have come yourself! This old man does not think of returning alive today, Mister Zuo, do not have hopes.”

Zuo Mo said amusedly with a dark expression. “Anyone can speak the words, if there aren’t a thousand people that wants ye’s life, there’s at least eight hundred. Old man, if you are able, come! Ye’s waiting!”

The presence on the two sides continued to rise.

At this time, everyone knew that speech was unable to affect their enemy. Both sides had strong resolve. This was fated to be a battle where only one side would be left standing.

Wei Sheng’s gaze was as sharp as a sword. He held the God-Killing Blood Sword, streaks of blood covering it. The air seemed to be filled with the tang of blood.

Fighting spirit burned inside his body. The Chief Elder surpassed everyone he had ever met in strength. If he could survive the battle today, he would be able to advance another step on the path of the sword.

He had reached the border of a breakthrough by struggling in the killing essence sea of the God-Killing Blood Sword.

Suddenly, he knew that the battle in front of him was his chance to have a breakthrough.

The blood in his body seemed to pulse with the bestial breathing of the God-Killing Blood Sword. Wei Sheng’s emotions calmed and he suddenly spoke, “Shidi, let me try!”

Zuo Mo was slightly shocked. However, when he saw Eldest Shixiong’s clear gaze, he immediately understood.

Eldest Shixiong wanted to use this battle to prove his sword path!

For some reason, Zuo Mo was filled with emotion. Eldest Shixiong was forever faithful to his heart, he persisted in his sword path, never knowing fear, and not fearing hardship.

”Shixiong, be careful!” Zuo Mo did not waste words. While he knew it was dangers, he knew Shixiong’s resolve when he saw Shixiong’s determined gaze.

This was the devoutness of a man, who had once been a lowly sword servant, to the sword!

There was no heated reverence, only silent persistence. Not immersed in power, not pursuing power above all else, from beginning to end, persisting in pursuing the path of his sword.

To the sword, to the heart!

This was his philosophy, this was his pursuit.

Looking at Eldest Shixiong standing tall, Zuo Mo suddenly thought of the jade scroll that Eldest Shixiong had given him back at Wu Kong Mountain.

The steely words inside, wasn’t that Wei Sheng Shixiong’s belief?

Zuo Mo was full of admiration. In this era where killing was a daily occurrence and people only spoke of benefits, the number of people like SHixiong that only pursued the belief in their hearts was so small it was almost negligible.

Wei Sheng slowly raised the blood sword in his hand.

Chief Elder shook his head. “Little Child, you are not a match for this old man.”

“I know,” Wei Sheng said gravely. “However, if I do not try, I will never know some things.”

Chief Elder was silent for a moment before saying, “It is fortunate that you are not a disciple of Kun Lun.”

Wei Sheng did not ask what Chief Elder meant. His shen power rippled as it was channeled to the limits. His gaze was grave, and the upraised God-Killing Blood Sword stabbed towards Chief Elder!

Without any flourish, no variation, just like a disciple that had just started to learn the sword, a simple and basic stab!

That this most basic and simple stab was filled with unparalleled beauty and balance.

It was as though all the light in the world was attracted by this simple movement.

The God-Killing Blood Sword in Wei Sheng’s hand gave out a seemingly joyful hum.

This unique hum seemed to pass into the depths of the ground. The camp under them started to tremble lightly.

The people that were fighting on the ground looked in shock at Wei Sheng in the sky with astounded gazes. Not just the ground, even the sky was trembling slightly at the same rhythm.

The entire area was shaking.

This light vibration was strange. It could easily permeate the body. Those that were slightly weak felt dizzy, and those that were stronger had expressions of terror.

A blood red sword energy that was not dazzling moved towards Chief Elder at a seemingly slow speed.

Chief Elder’s eyes brightened and he couldn’t resist praising, “Great strike! Without any adornment! On the true path of the sword!”

He had a sufficient prediction of Wei Sheng’s strength and hadn’t expected that this simple malegave him such a great shock. This strike was not as blinding as Wei Sheng’s previous move but it was a level above.

Facing such a sword strike, he did not dare to be overconfident. He took a deep breath, the minuscule changes of the world passing to his mind through the shen glyph. A feeling of everything in the world was in his control formed.

“Sky open!”

A low shout came from the shen glyph covered figure.