747 This Has Nothing to Do with Kindness or Generosity (1/2)

Swords flew in front of the Verdant Canyon.

All was silent in the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army Camp in the southern plains.

The Great Divine Priest of Revelation lowered his voile and said softly, ”I have never seen someone kill like this in my entire life. Mr. Ke must have been like that when he joined the Devil.”

Cheng Lixue knelt at a corner of the divine chariot, not knowing what to say.

There was a moment of silence within the chariot.

After some time, there was a startled shout outside the chariot. And then, there was the overwhelming sound crashing as the soldiers yelled jubilantly.

Cheng Lixue suddenly looked up and out of the chariot and asked hurriedly, ”Did we win?”

His voice trembled slightly due to his nervousness.

A priest in red came to the side of the chariot and panted, ”Not yet.”

Cheng Lixue's expression changed slightly as he asked, ”Then why did they cheer?”

The priest in red said excitedly, ”He changed hands! He's using his left hand to wield the sword now!”

Cheng Lixue furrowed his brows slightly and asked in confusion, ”So what?”

The priest in red said joyfully, ”It means that that person will tire too. He won't be able to hold on for long.”

Cheng Lixue felt himself stiffen slightly and wanted to say something. However, he did not say anything in the end and only waved the priest away with a bitter smile on his face.

All men would tire, and Mr. Second was only human.

But their army had grown excited even when that man had only moved his sword to his left hand. One could imagine how much stress and fear he gave to the Coalition Army when he stood before the Verdant Canyon.

The other divine chariot remained silent.

Ye Hongyu's lids were hooded, and her jade-like hands rested on her blood-red Divine Robe of Judgement. She was silent.

The jubilant cheers outside did not cause her expression to change at all, and neither did her subordinates come to bother her with ludicrous matters.

Moments later, the Divine Hall Coalition Army shouted wildly with joyous calls once more.

The subordinates of the Divine Hall Judicial Department could not bear it any longer. A deacon dressed in black walked up to the divine chariot and knelt outside the voile. He reported respectfully, ”Taoist Cui of the Kingdom of Song pierced the enemy with his flying sword.”

There was finally a change in Ye Hongyu's expression when she heard that. That was because she knew who Taoist Cui was, and even she had pinned a certain measure of hope on him.

She looked up at the deacon in black and asked, ”And what happened?”

The deacon dressed in black paused, as if he had not expected the Great Divine Priest to continue asking. He answered somewhat nervously, ”Then... Priest Cui's Taoist Sword broke. He seems fine.”

Ye Hongyu furrowed her brows slightly and asked, ”Then what are you trying to tell me?”

The deacon seemed to grow even more nervous and he said with a trembling voice, ”...This is the first time anyone managed to pierce that person with a sword. That means that the person can be injured.”

”Although the statement sounds stupid, it somehow carries truth.”

Ye Hongyu looked through the gauze voile and toward the Verdant Canyon. Her beautiful face was devoid of any expression as she said, ”It seems like it is almost time.”

Almost at the same time.

In the other divine chariot, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation reached out to touch the scripture in front of him with a finger. Determination flashed across his withered features as he said, ”It is almost time.”

A sharp and magnificent Taoist Sword had now become a few pieces of broken sword lying on the plains. However, this sword should still be proud because it was the only flying sword that had not been taken away by the enemy since the war began.

In the southern plains, a Taoist in a plain Taoist robe was looking down at his chest and abdomen.

His surname was Cui and his name was Rong. He was born in the Cui Family of the Qinghe County. He left his family since childhood and traveled around the world to cultivate. He had been baptized by the West-Hill Divine Palace and officially entered Haotian Taoism at a Taoist temple in the Kingdom of Song.

There were many powerhouses in Haotian Taoism hidden all over in the world, in common or rundown Taoist temples. They did not like the environment in the Divine Hall and desired to become ordinary Taoists.

They would not appear until Haotian called upon them to contribute their power.

Taoist Cui was such a common but extraordinary Taoist.

He was not famous in the world of cultivation, but his cultivation state was high. He had already entered the Knowing Destiny State ten years ago and could hold his own position in a gathering of powerhouses of Haotian Taoism.

However, he had not made any other moves other than the single strike of his sword. He looked down at his chest and abdomen silently. It was because his sword had already been broken and there was a deep wound on his chest.

It was a large, bloody and terrifying wound.

Damp and soft intestines and other organs were squeezing out from the wound. It started off somewhat slow, but their escape quickened as time passed and they started to flow like a stream, splattering near the end.

Taoist Cui quietly watched his internal organs flow out of his body. He did not raise his head until he saw the whole process. He looked at the other side and asked, ”Mr. Second's Sword Taoism is the most rigorous art in the world. Previously, this sword entered four inches into my body, not an inch deeper or shallower. It must be deliberately done.”

Second Brother said, ”Indeed.”

Taoist Cui said, ”The Academy preaches kindness and forgiveness. Why do you want me to suffer so much before I die?”

Second Brother said calmly, ”Because I know that your surname is Cui.”

Taoist Cui understood and he said, ”Mr. Second should know that I rarely contact those from my clan.”

Second Brother answered, ”I want to use your death and pain to proclaim the Academy's attitude.”