Chapter 61 (2/2)
Chao XiaoShu knelt at Xiao KuYu’s gaunt body, his left hand pressing rock-hard against his right shoulder, his right hand holding a sharp dagger stabbing without stopping. His face didn’t have a shred of emotion, blood sprayed onto his blue robes, changing them into vague, dark red-colored flowers.
Until finally the old man’s neck was attached by only a thin layer of flesh, such that even if Lord Clear Sky would have no way to revive him, did he then put away the dagger in his hand, slowly standing up inside of the carriage. …… ……
The other carriage in the alley had the whole while not moved, the whole while quietly stopped in the boundless spring rain. Whether it was the very beginning of the slaughter, the bitter battle inside of Chao Mansion, or even that core-shocking beheading of the Enchanter in the alley, none made the slightly fat youngster in the carriage move. He just quietly looked at his own finger like lotus roots, as though entranced.
In the cultivating world, there were several publicly recognized rules. An Enchanter in the same realm could sweep a Sword Master or Talisman Master of the same realm, just like at North Mountain Crossing Elder Lu QingChen could safely overwhelm that expelled disciple from the Academy, but the final result of this battle was a bit surprising.
“Both were top levels within the Mysterious Cavern realm, a Great Swordmaster was actually able to kill an Enchanter, truly making people quite not understand. But Chao XiaoShu you were truly amazing. In a battle between cultivators, unexpectedly you won forcibly striking out a wide and rich scent of metal and blood.”
Despite the slightly fat young person being young, he was already consecrated by the Prince’s Mansion. In his heart he silently praised and lamented Chao XiaoShu’s fierce liveliness, but in his eyes there was still the free and uncaring overtone. Before he disdained to get involved, but he believed that as long as he acted, no matter how strong Chao XiaoShu and that other fellow that he hadn’t seen were, there was only a road to death.
Because he was…. w.a.n.g JingLue, unrivaled under Fateseekers.
“Let’s go, let me send this legend of ChangAn’s underworld on his last journey.”
w.a.n.g JingLue calmly rubbed his smooth, fat, soft finger, and spoke with a slight laugh. His words were full of strong confidence, and even a bit of undisguised excitement. Each time before killing someone truly powerful, he was always very excited.
The carriage didn’t move, and no one replied to his order. w.a.n.g JingLue slightly frowned. He stretched his wide forehead, making several difficult to discern lines, and squinted his eyes. Separated by the thick carriage curtain, he sensed all the fluctuations of energy around the carriage, but couldn’t discover anything unusual, and didn’t notice that someone was spying.
Inside and outside of the carriage was a deathly stillness. Only the pitter patter sound of rain accompanied. This young power known as peerless under the Fateseeker realm, in his heart birthed intense alarm, but felt that this kind of alarm had no cause. He calmly sat inside of the carriage, and was silent for a long time, listening to the sound of rain outside of the carriage, then suddenly stretched out his hand tearing off the heavy curtain of the carriage.
The corner of the carriage’s curtain rose, and suddenly that piece of curtain drifted out lightly floating, floating five feet away, then falling lightly floating onto the ground.
w.a.n.g JingLue squinted his eyes watching that curtain corner in the distant rain. His right finger slightly shot out, and the carriage’s curtain in front of him again swept up – then without the slightest incidence it again split, turning into a piece of cloth in the rainwater.
It seemed that near the carriage was an invisible blade.
There was no sensation of any other cultivator’s fluctuations of Enchanting power, only that within the energies of heaven and earth around the curtain were being sliced apart instantly with a few extremely subtle changes. If he wasn’t a powerhouse within the Tang Dynasty’s younger generation, perhaps even those slight changes in the energies of heaven and earth would be impossible to detect.
Thinking of some possibilities, w.a.n.g JingLue’s face became slightly paler.
After a while, in the end arrogance prevailed over this unknown fear. With a m.u.f.fled yell, the ten fingers of his chubby hands burst open like a white-lily with excessive nourishment, and powerful fluctuations instantly invaded from inside the carriage to the outside, jolting all the carriages windows and doors open. Immediately he clearly recited enchantments, wanting to swoop out of the carriage.
Then in the next instant his body extremely pathetically stopped, becoming like a stone carving in the rain.
The whole alley had already turned into another world. His action of trying to break through the envelopment directly led to a dangerous state within the energies of heaven and earth. The acc.u.mulated rainwater on the limestone tiles on the ground began to violently tremble; from time to time, leaping in the sky and then falling, just like the wild dance of men and women during the Spring Festival of the Da He Kingdom!
And the night sky above the alley turned into a magical workshop of Lord Hao Tian – all of the falling raindrops from the night sky, all turned into irresistibly sharp little blades!
Countless raindrops turned into countless irresistibly sharp blades, falling from the night sky, falling onto the carriage in the alley, falling onto the planks of the compartment. The planks shattered into tiny pieces; falling onto the carriage shaft – the shaft turned into wood dust; falling onto the two horses in front of the shaft, the horses cried like they had never cried before and instantly were sliced into meat paste by the raindrops!
Tens of thousands of spring raindrops fell into the alley, and everything in the rain around the carriage was smashed and splintered into bits. Very strange was that the rain that fell onto the carriage were truly as soft as spring rain, falling onto w.a.n.g JingLue’s pale cheeks, without leaving a single scratch.
Amidst the rain, w.a.n.g JingJue looked strangely pathetic, miserably sitting on the barely surviving board of the carriage. The clothing on his body had long been soaked, and his almost net-like hair hung weakly onto his forehead. He raised his head a bit disappointedly towards the falling rain of the night sky, and his body began to uncontrollably violently shake, unknowably from the cause of cold or fear.
With difficulty he lowered his head towards the four alleys around him in the night scene, watching the dancing rain on the ground of the alley, seeing that four alleys and the rainwater formed a faint “Water well” (井) character. His pale lips slightly trembled, muttering to himself he said, “Water well character?”
The rainwater dripped down from the wet hair on his forehead – w.a.n.g JingLue in absolute fear turned his head, searching for a trace of an enemy in the rainy night. His ordinary arrogance had long turned into despair and dread; he suddenly coughed violently, leaned over, and using his hand to heavily slap the rain at his side, he cried like a small child being bullied, saying, “Impossible! Why would there be a Rune Master!
Who drew this rune!” …… ……
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