Chapter 563 – With the Arch of a Brow, the World Laments (1/2)
Chapter 563 - With the Arch of a Brow, the World Laments
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
A shrill, frightened, and urgent voice called out, ”Protect the lord!”
'Lord' was a term of respect, and the person that could be addressed so respectfully on this mountain path was naturally Chen Changsheng. Those cultivators were unable to deal with the snowflakes falling from the sky, but they still rushed to get in front of Chen Changsheng. Even Zhong Hui with his cold face rushed over with his sword. For a moment, the mountain path was filled with the sound of people flying through the wind…and then came the sounds of clothes and flesh being cut open!
The thin snowflakes were like the sharpest divine weapons, cutting open everything they encountered!
The mountain path was sprinkled with blood that froze into deep-red beads of ice that rolled all over the place.
The cultivators stood in front of Chen Changsheng, carrying both heavy and light injuries. No one had died, but their bravery was gradually fading away.
Just who was this middle-aged scholar? Just which Saint was he?
He was not a Saint.
He was the antithesis of all Saints.
With a pale face, Liu Qing thought of these words, then with a grunt, he wielded his sword and swiftly thrust!
A sword glow like a bolt of lightning rose up from the stream bank.
Xiao De had waited for this moment. He also began to move, even more swiftly than Liu Qing.
Veins bulged out on his face, reddish brown fur sprouted out of his skin, and his Qi became wilder. He rushed at the middle-aged scholar!
The middle-aged scholar finally turned his gaze away from Chen Changsheng. He turned to them and then arched his brow.
With the arch of his brows, the world shook.
The sword glow by the stream suddenly vanished. With an ear-aching sound, the sword in Liu Qing's hand was chopped in half.
Liu Qing himself fell on the grass, a bloody line appearing on his wrist from which blood incessantly shot out. He was in an absolutely wretched state.
Xiao De was even worse off. Before he had been able to get out of the stream, he had been slapped into the water by the might of the world.
With a slap, he fell down on one knee, water splashing everywhere, blood splashing everywhere!
His wild metamorphosis and the blood technique meant his body was harder than steel, but with this kneel, his kneecap was smashed into a fine powder!
But he had only fallen down on one knee, not completely kneeled in the water. This demi-human expert grit his teeth and, with a frenzied howl, did his utmost to continue forward!
Liu Qing was the same. One side spewing blood, one side holding a shattered sword, he continued thrusting forward. Moreover, at some point, his left hand had come to grip the severed part of the sword!
The middle-aged scholar was far too powerful. Even when they discarded any grudges and acted together, it was still impossible for them to win.
But they could not just stop, they could not just lie down or kneel.
Because before demons, humans and demi-humans would never surrender!
Seeing these two rushing over with wounded bodies, grimly resolved to die, the middle-aged scholar revealed the hint of a smile on his lips.
As he smiled, the mountains and rivers became bright and beautiful, but still silent and clear, lonely and cold, because there were no humans amongst these mountains and rivers, and also no demi-humans.
Before him, all humans and demi-humans must die.
The deeper the smile on the middle-aged scholar's face, the deeper the wounds became on Liu Qing and Xiao De's bodies, all the way until one could see the dense white bone!
With two plops, Liu Qing and Xiao De finally collapsed amidst the persimmon trees in flowers of blood, ultimately unable to reach the middle-aged scholar.
Liu Qing closed his mouth, his face pale and not saying a word. As an assassin, since he had to die, he should die quietly.
On the other hand, Xiao De howled in rage like a wounded beast, pained and unwilling.