Chapter 42.2 (1/2)

Book 2 - Fame SpreadsChapter 42.205 Apr 2017Note:2/10

He'd maintained a powerful strength on his arms from beginning to end. It was as if a huge grinding machine had been slowly whittling away their Internal Energy.

This kind of feeling was indeed quite frightening. Zhuang Yuan and Xiao Yilin would have rather had a swift death like Xiao Yifan instead of dying such a slow and tiring death. However, as of now, their life and death was no longer in their control. It only followed Yiming's baton, continuously spinning along with it.

It lasted until one of the two had completely exhausted himself, causing He Yiming to sober up.

This moment, Zhuang Yuan's eyes no longer had the haughtiness, astonishment, fury, or resentment from before, and like Xiao Yilin, there was only confusion, and loss.

Under complete exhaustion, he could no longer preserve any emotion. Perhaps his only thought at this moment was to forget everything and just close his eyes.

The reason he could still survive was almost purely instinctive which was supported by a desire to live.

For some reason, He Yiming had no feeling of excitement. He only sucked in a deep breath, struck his hand out, which split Zhaung Yuan's arms and gave a silent push at his chest.

Powerful True Qi frantically rushed out, instantly turning his entire internal body into powder.

Zhuang Yuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a breath, which sounded like a sigh of relief, escaped his mouth. He seemed to have sobered at the last moment, but his eyes only seemed to contain delight of finally being free.

He Yiming's gaze swept on the ground. He then raised his head and looked at the sky.

Darkness still covered the the sky, but he knew, it would be day soon.

The three individuals on the ground obviously could not be left as they were. Although He Yiming knew nothing about their master, except that his name was Lu Xinwen, since he could raise such disciples and by his disciples confidence in him, he couldn't be any weaker than them, and in fact, might even be in Xiantian realm.

Encountering such a figure out of nowhere, even He Yiming couldn't help but let out a helpless sigh.

He grabbed up the three individuals from the ground. Although their weight was much higher than that of Reclining Moon Blade, they still didn't bring him any inconvenience.

Moving in large strides, he advanced towards that section of high mountains where he'd refined Reclining Moon Blade.

Although his speed couldn't be compared to that of the Xiao brothers, with the support of True Qi, it wasn't any below than that of Zhuang Yuan.

When the first ray of the dawn appeared, he'd already climbed up the mountain.

Fiercely striking the ground a few times, he opened up a huge pit. Thinking for a bit, He Yiming reached out and took off the armguards from the bodies of the Xiao brothers, then again searched their bodies for a few moments.

The most precious object on their bodies was undoubtedly the bottle that contained Essence gold cores. In addition to this, they had some money in form of gold ingots. As for the Xiantian agility technique's scripture which He Yiming had hoped to find was not with them at all.

After collecting these things, He Yiming dumped the three corpses into the pit and covered it with surrounding dust by his sweeping his feet.

Suddenly, He Yiming recalled the dark-clothed man he'd encountered during Cheng family's birthday banquet.

Back then, he'd only wished to s.n.a.t.c.h the scripture he was carrying but ended up directly killing him due to the formidable might of [Splitting Mountain Thirty-Six Forms].

However, that was not his first killing. Therefore, he'd dealt with it rather calmly.

However, this moment, he thought that his actions at that time didn't seem different than the current actions of Xiao Yifan, except that the latter was too vicious and merciless.

He slowly sighed as he thought to himself, 'Is it possible that there are such frightening thoughts and notions in the depths of every person's heart? The only difference being that a few are strong enough to act on it, while the absolute majority are not and could only hide such thoughts in their hearts?'

The corner of his mouth curled into a bitter smile. If it was truly as such, this world was simply too dreadful.

Suddenly, a water droplet fell on his head.

He astoundedly raised his head. Somewhere along the line, fine streams of rain had already begun to softly fall on the forest.

For some reason, an inexplicable gloomy feeling welled up inside him. He suddenly sprang to his feet and ran up the mountain as fast as he could.