Chapter 120: The Demonic Blade Rebels (2/2)

A sentient spirit weapon was an existence that had the chance to become a sacred weapon. No wonder Qin Yuandao was put into such a sorry state. He hadn't lost to Qin Yu. He had lost to that demonic blade.

Of course, none of that was important. The ending was the same whether Qin Yuandao and his people had lost to Qin Yu or to the demonic blade. Right now, Qin Yu had suppressed the demonic blade under his control. Perhaps, only death awaited him now.

As the sound of Qin Yu's footsteps grew nearer with every step, Qin Yuandao's heart sunk into the abyss. He felt a coldness that was like ice, desolation, and grief.

”Esteemed Father, let's admit that we were wrong. Maybe he'll let us go.” Qin Hui spoke with a gloomy voice.

Qin Yuandao had already sat back up. He slowly turned his head and glanced at Qin Zong. A smile of distressed was revealed on his face as he said, ”Wrong? Have I done wrong?”

Qin Zong sighed helplessly when he heard Qin Yuandao’s words. ”Esteemed Father, our Qin Family has produced you, a master of the Spirit Realm, and Qin Yu, a genius. This should be all the fortune that our Qin Family has. However, look at our current situation. Our Qin Family has been reduced to this degree. We now face complete annihilation of our family. Shouldn't we be properly questioning ourselves?”

”Qin Zong, are you still blaming this old man?” Qin Yuandao didn't get angry. His wizened voice was gentle as he asked. The him of the past would have long since flown into a terrible rage.

”No, how can I dare to blame you, sir. If I must blame someone, I can only blame myself. As the family head, I can only watch the annihilation of the Qin Family with my eyes wide open. I am powerless. I apologize to the ancestors of the Qin Family.” Qin Zong raised his head, and sadness rose from his heart for a time. Tears began to flow out. Men only weep when deeply hurt.

”Qin Zong, whether or not you blame this old man, it is not this old man's wrongdoing that the Qin Family has walked to this stage.” Qin Yuandao was unable to think of where he had gone wrong. It was also impossible for him, a grand senior, to admit wrongdoing to Qin Yu, a youth from two generations younger.

”That means that the wrongdoing is mine, no matter how you look at it.” A gloomy voice answered Qin Yuandao, and Qin Yu stood before Qin Yuandao. He looked down with a callous gaze at the old man, who had once considered himself unparalleled in this world.

Qin Yuandao shivered, and his heart powerlessly lamented. What ought to come had come.

Since he was going to die regardless, Qin Yuandao felt that there was nothing more to think about. For a moment, he unexpectedly became at peace. Life and death. He would face them all with calmness.

”Qin Yu. This old man admits… that you have won. Therefore, it is meaningless to debate about being right or wrong.” Qin Yuandao let out a long and distressed sigh. ”The world of cultivation has no sense of right or wrong. There is only strength, and nothing else. If you are strong, then you are in the right. If you are weak, then what does it matter, even if you are right? If others say you are in the wrong, then you are in the wrong. Hmph. Hahaha!” Qin Yuandao let out a belly of laughter after speaking. It was unknown what he was laughing at.

Qin Yu looked at the ugly face of the old man with eyes that seemed as if he was looking at an idiot. His lips curled into a sneer, ”I really feel sorry for you.”

Qin Yuandao's laughter came to a screeching halt. He raised his head and looked at Qin Yu with callous eyes. His wizened lips twitched, ”You feel sorry for me?”

”Yes. You are very pitiful. Even at death’s door, you don't understand what's the true road of cultivation.”

”What? This old man doesn't understand what's the true road of cultivation? You think that you, a kid, knows more than this old man? What a joke.”

Qin Yu squatted down. With callous eyes, he locked gazes with Qin Yuandao. He spoke condescendingly, ”It is true that the road of cultivation has the aspect of the martial strength that you hold in high esteem. However, who is wrong is not completely determined by strength. On the outside, whatever you do is your own business. What is so lamentable about you lies here. You use this belief of yours to deal with your own people. You have pressured me to walk the road that runs against the Qin Family. Even you were caught in it. You tell me. Are you pitiful or not?”

”I—” Qin Yuandao was cut off.

”You can run unbridled. You can act with arrogance. However, you should go outside to act wildly if you have the skills. You act wild in your own family, in this tiny Luosang City. Whatever skills you have amounted to nothing more than that of a wretched insect.” Qin Yu's face was filled with sneer and ridicule.

Qin Yuandao's ugly old face twitched from time to time. Under Qin Yu’s mocking gaze, his face turned ugly to the extreme.

”Hmph.” Qin Yu snorted with disdain. He stood up and spoke in a low voice, ”I can kill you right now if I wanted to, but I still want you to know a few things before I kill you.” After speaking, he walked toward Qin Biao's corpse, which was covered with blood.

Qin Biao, who was playing dead, could clearly hear the sound of Qin Yu's footsteps approaching him. Though he controlled his body to maintain stillness with all his efforts, his heart thumped along with each footstep that Qin Yu took.

He prayed and begged to the gods and Buddhas within his heart. He prayed and begged to all his ancestors and forefathers while wishing that Qin Yu wouldn't walk over to him. However, it was very sad. Neither god nor Buddha was able to help him. None of his ancestors or forefathers were able to help him either. Qin Yu's footsteps stopped right by his body.

”Calm. I must be calm. I'm already dead. You can't see that I'm alive. You can't see that I'm alive.” Qin Biao's heart had already jumped to his throat. Even within his nervousness and fear, he still maintained absolute stillness with his body. He was truly just like a corpse. There was no other way to describe it. His skills at playing dead were absolutely top-notch.

Qin Yu stared at Qin Biao's so-called corpse with cold and dark eyes. His lips curled into a sinister smile. He suddenly raised his foot and ferociously stomped down onto Qin Biao's body.

Crack! The sound of bones shattering to pieces rang forth.

”AHH!” The intense pain of broken bone caused Qin Biao to no longer be able to play dead. He shrieked miserably as the ground in this spot trembled.