CHAPTER 308 (1/2)

Yan Zheng was keeping the same expression, and he didn’t have the chance to express his fear vocally before he fell slowly…not forward nor backward, but his whole body was separated evenly from his head to his genitals, his left and right parts fell to the ground.

The air was suddenly filled with a strong bloody smell, and people’s pupils enlarged after seeing this scene, they failed to control their shock.

There were several dozens of meters apart between Leng Ya and Yan Zheng…regardless of the distance, even with the strength of Yan Zheng, a normal knife wouldn’t be able to harm him a bit. With Leng Ya’s knife, however, Yan Zheng was cut into two halves even when he was standing so far away. What’s more horrifying is that the Broken Wind Blade was so powerful and acted so quickly that if Yan Zheng didn’t fall, no one would have noticed. It also means that if Leng Ya did this to anyone else, none of them would have enough time to react, let alone to hide.

Chu Jingtian was completely shocked, so was Yan Gongluo, Yan Gongruo, and Yan Ximing…even these high-level masters wouldn’t believe their eyes.

Was this…the horror of the Blood Kills the Devil Pupils? Once they’re open, it also means the awakening of a giant demon.

“One…line…sky…” Looking forward, Leng Ya used his cold voice to slowly utter these three words. After opening his devil pupils for the first time, his skills greatly surpassed all the masters from the Northern Emperor sect, making him the strongest fighter ever.

After Yan Zheng had attempted to kill him, Leng Ya’s heart was then filled with hatred and killed him with one strike, washing away entirely his insult.

Then, the light of the bloody pupils began to dim, gradually losing the color of the blood, and the sense of killing in the air began to fade with the wind and became thin. Leng Ya slowly closed his eyes and fell straight to the ground in the eyes of everyone. The man who forced him to open the devil pupils was dead, and his intention to kill also disappeared. After suffering from a severe injury from Yan Zheng, after jumping off the Luochen Cliff, and after releasing the “One line sky”, his power was totally gone. Now without a purpose, he fell straightly.

“Ice face!”

Chu Jingtian rushed over to help him, he was anxiously shouting and when he finally touched the body of Leng Ya, its coldness shocked him. Leng Ya weakly opened his eyes, which were no longer bloody but completely normal now, they also looked disintegrated.

Although he fell, people perceived him the same way. This is definitely someone that you couldn’t afford to offend, and once his bloody pupils are forced open, it’s like wakening the God of death…he only used his knife once and it was powerful enough to kill a strong master alive. On the Tianchen continent, it was impossible for anyone to do the same – even for the biggest four masters. All these were achieved by a man in his early 20s.

The endless sky was filled with clouds. There were no other colors. For the top-level masters, even a flying insect would be seen clearly. However, no one would expect that a man was quietly floating far in the sky, his calm-looking eyes were looking downward. He was wearing a silver mask, and his outfit seemed to have integrated with the clouds, making him look like standing on the clouds, like the God checking everything on Earth.

“One line sky.” He repeated these words that were said by Leng Ya. There was a slight smile under his silver mask.

Chu Jingtian helped Leng Ya to stand up, and so did Yan Gongluo. He anxiously asked, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” Leng Ya answered simply. His voice was weak, yet it was cold as usual.

“He has been severely injured by Yan Zheng. Don’t move him too much for now. Someone will help him recover.” Yan Tianwei said.

Chu Jingtian nodded hard. He supported Leng Ya to sit against the stone wall, and asked, “Ice Face, what happened to your eyes? How come they became the devil pupils as Grandpa Dacong said?”

“Because I wanted to kill.” Leng Ya answered coldly. Then, he closed his eyes and there was no more movement.

Everyone’s eyes moved along with Leng Ya, and the incident had attracted their attention. Yan Zheng died, but he did not die in the hands of Chu Jingtian, he died in the hands of Leng Ya. Leng Ya used his knife only once to get rid of Yan Zheng. The three masters from the Northern Emperor sect who came with him felt so painful that their hearts seemed to be pressed by a giant stone. They were the witnesses of the Tianchen Magic Martial Arts conference, and they could never break any rules. However, they had to helplessly witness this unacceptable fact.