Chapter 463: He Is A Dragon! (2/2)
Lu Xingkong was still staring unblinkingly at the sky with fierce eyes.
Mu Dingyi deserved to die.
He did not care whether Mu Dingyi was the Sword G.o.d of West Wind or not, whether or not he was the guardian of the Kingdoom, or whether he was the Old immortal of Still water——he was the person who challenged Li Muyang, the one who tried to killed Li Muyang.
Therefore, he deserved to die.
If he did not die, then the man who died would have been Li Muyang.
He only cared about one thing: Where was Li Muyang?
“Where is my grandson Li Muyang?” Lu Xingkong was burning with worry.
He was aware of the destructive power of the sword.
He knew that the average person would not perform the blood offering to a sword unless he was a madman——
When Mu Dingyi came out of the body of water and fell to the ground, it was quite clear that it was difficult for him to kill Li Muyang.
However, he was not willing and did not want to stop there.
For Pride? Dignity? Or a martial artist's pursuit of the strongest power——
He performed a taboo sword move to burn his life.
Was that respectable?
“Pah.” Lu Xingkong scolded. “Old dog, you can die if you want, but why do you want to take away my grandson?”
Liu Qingming was just as anxious. His eyes were blood-red, and he darted to the ditch above the ground, moving from a large pit to another large pit. He had again searched all the deep ditches of the whole Sword G.o.d square, worried that Li Muyang was wounded by that sword and fell into one the deep ditches.
Unfortunately, he couldn't find him anywhere.
“Li Muyang——” Lu Qingming simply ignored his image, nor did he care about his ident.i.ty, yelling out above the square.
High in the air, a ball of white light was quickly landing.
The ball of white light fell faster and faster, like a comet had streaked across the sky and descending onto the ground.
“Owoo——”
The Wolf King howled, and then sped forward, timely catching the ball of white light.
Plop——
Li Muyang's weak and exhausted body landed onto the wolf's back.
s...o...b..ll heard the voice of Li Muyang, cried, and darted towards Li Muyang, paddling its four little legs.
“Li Muyang did not die——” Someone cried out with joy.
“Li Muyang——”
“Li Muyang——”
“Li Muyang——”
All citizens on the Sword G.o.d Square were united.
Everyone cried out the name with a look of excitement.
The youngster who they were concerned about, the youngster who they were expecting to come back, the youngster who they didn't want to die——had finally returned.
He was not dead
“Muyang——” A smile appeared on the dark face of Lu Xingkong. So faint, but so sincere and happy.
“Muyang——” Lu Qingming soared into the air in the direction of the Wolf King.
His body landed on the back of the wolf, holding Li Muyang's severely injured and exhausted body in his arms, and eyes brimmed with tears he asked: “Muyang, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“I'm fine——” said Li Muyang, with a weak voice: “I'm still alive——”
“I'm glad that you're alive.” Lu Qingming's face was covered with tears as he smiled, “I'm glad you're alive.”
“Li Muyang did not die.” Chu Xianda also revealed a smile, beckoning to the sky he shouted: “Li Muyang, glad you're alive, I must reward you properly.”
“Of course Li Muyang would not die.” The corners of Chu Xun's mouth were curved upwards in a cruel smile.
Prince Fu knitted his brows in a frown, and turned to look at his son, “be careful of what you say. Li Muyang is the winner, and you and him are cla.s.smates, in a moment you have to go up to congratulate him——”
“Father, I am not going to congratulate him.” Chu Xun laughed.
“b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Do you dare disobey me?”
“Father, I have no intention to disobey you. It's just that, how can I congratulate a murderous beast who is not one of us?” Chu Xun stared at Li Muyang, who Lu Qingming was holding in his arms, and explained in a loud voice.
“What did you say?” Prince Fu was astonished, staring at his son with a fierce gaze, he questioned further: “You say he is not one of us? What does this remark mean?”
“Chu Xun, tell me clearly what do you mean——you say Li Muyang is not one of us? What does that mean?” Chu Xianda asked in a loud voice. He was sat next to Prince Fu, and Chu Xun did not deliberately keep his voice down, and thus he naturally heard his words.
“Little Prince, You say Li Muyang is not part of the human race?” Both Cui Xichen's spirit and mind were shaken. “If he is not part of the human race, then what race is he?”
“Prince, the Little Prince had slandered Starry Sky cla.s.smate Li Muyang. I, Lu Xingkong, must speak for the junior——On what basis are you saying that Li Muyang is not part of the human race? The battle was first started by the Still water sword school. It was also Mu Dingyi who challenged Li Muyang. Even if thousands of people and His Majesty had asked for the battle to stop he did not do so——now because Li Muyang had defeated Mu Dingyi he is 'not part of the human race'?”
Lu Xingkong glowered at Chu Xun, as he warned: “Little Prince, I have a lowly status, and is inferior to Little Prince. But I still have to say that——everyone is responsible for what they say, do not arbitrarily destroy one's reputation——otherwise, before you hurt people you may hurt yourself first——”
Prince Fu's brows became more deeply furrowed. He also felt that his son was being unreasonable. “Chu Xun, stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and apologise to His Majesty and to all the ministers——”
“Father, I did not lie.” Chu Xun said with a stubborn look on his face. “Li Muyang is really not part of our race——”
“If Li Muyang is not a human, then what is he?” Prince Fu said snappily, feeling that his son was really stupid.
Without a factual basis, how can such a thing be said casually?
“He's a dragon.” The smile on Chu Xun's face gradually faded, as he uttered each word loud and clear.
“——”
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