Chapter 573 Fan Yao (1/2)
In a certain bamboo house.
A figure was lying on the bed in a lifeless manner, his face deathly pale, and breathing extremely weak. A significant portion of his chest was caved in, a clear sign that he had been gravely injured. It was the chief disciple of the Sacred Palace, Ning Mo.
“Two chief disciples sent to chase one Jin Zhang, and you managed to return in such a miserable fas.h.i.+on?” Laughter rang out beside the bed. Although it was certainly laughter, the chilling and sinister aura that emanated from it caused w.a.n.g Yuan’s face to tremble faintly for a moment.
He lifted his head and looked towards the left, where a thin young man was standing. The man’s skin was exceedingly pale, while a smile currently hung from the corners of his mouth. His most peculiar feature, however, were his slightly scarlet pupils.
His long fingers clasped together as he looked at w.a.n.g Yuan and Ning Mo with a smile.
This person was the chief disciple of Sacred Palace’s Sacred Blood Hall, Fan Yao!
w.a.n.g Yuan said, “A chief disciple from the Cangxuan Sect came to Jin Zhang’s aid. Ning Mo was gravely injured by this individual.”
“Oh?” Fan Yao smiled faintly. “Was it Tang Muxin from the Cangxuan Peak?”
w.a.n.g Yuan’s expression turned a little rigid. After what felt like a long silence, he said, “It was the newly promoted chief disciple of Saint Genesis Peak. He’s called Zhou Yuan.”
When he said this, he could feel Fan Yao’s gaze paused on his body, before a somewhat amused voice sounded, “Saint Genesis Peak? You’re talking about the most pathetic Saint Genesis Peak in the Cangxuan Sect?”
“I’ve heard that the chief disciple of Saint Genesis Peak has always been last amongst the seven peaks, and yet he actually managed to defeat Ning Mo? Hehe, are you guys too lousy, or is our information too outdated?”
w.a.n.g Yuan’s expression turned somewhat ugly due to the mockery in Fan Yao’s tone. With a snort, he said, “His Genesis Qi stars have also surpa.s.sed ten thousand, and is no simple individual.”
However, he soon composed himself and asked, “What do we do about Ning Mo?”
Fan Yao cast an indifferent glance at the figure on the bed. “Given the current conditions, it’s impossible for him to make a full recovery here. In addition, even if we try to patch him up, he won’t have much battle power, and will be even less useful than an ordinary disciple.”
w.a.n.g Yuan frowned. If this was the case, Ning Mo was basically a burden.
Fan Yao’s slightly scarlet pupils swept across the figure lying on the bed, as blood-light flashed in his eyes. Soon after, he took a step forward, bent down and softly said, “Ning Mo, since you no longer have any power, it’s time for you to make one final contribution to our Sacred palace…”
The deathly pale Ning Mo abruptly opened his eyes, and stared at Fan Yao as he said in a hoa.r.s.e voice, “What do you plan on doing?!”
Fan Yao chuckled softly, his smile appearing even icier than usual as his hand slowly moved to Ning Mo’s abdomen. “Hand the four-color Divine Establis.h.i.+ng Treasure you’ve so painstakingly created over to me for safekeeping.”
His hand suddenly grasped as blood light surged from his palm. Four-color light emerged from Ning Mo’s body, as a bundle of light slowly rose from within.
Ning Mo’s body shook violently, as his expression turned extremely twisted and sinister. He reached out and grabbed Fan Yao’s neck, but because he was unable to use any Genesis Qi, the latter merely ignored his actions.
Fan Yao smiled as he gazed upon the four-color ball of light that was rising from Ning Mo’s body. In the end, he grabbed it. It felt solid in his hand, and four different colored lights swirled around it.
It was the four-color Divine Establis.h.i.+ng Treasure that Ning Mo had worked very hard to condense.
After having the Divine Establis.h.i.+ng Treasure in his body forcibly removed, Ning Mo’s body twisted in pain. His eyes were filled with resentment as he gave a death glare to Fan Yao, but in the end, his body fell limp as his lifeforce faded.
The already seriously injured Ning Mo had been tormented to death by Fan Yao.
“Fan Yao, you!” w.a.n.g Yuan was also quite shocked. He never imagined that Fan Yao would be so vicious, and actually take advantage of Ning Mo’s grave injuries to seize his Divine Establis.h.i.+ng Treasure.
Fan Yao cast a glance at w.a.n.g Yuan, before sending his hand slicing downwards at the Divine Establis.h.i.+ng Treasure. The four-color Divine Establis.h.i.+ng Treasure was cut into two pieces, and Fan Yao nudged the forty percent share towards w.a.n.g Yuan.