924 Another Me (1/2)

Countless Buddhas wrapped in grey air stood in front of Meng Qi like stone forests. Among them the Golden Cudgel was still quite obvious. A dark shapeless swirl rotated at the boundary between the Golden Cudgel and the sky with Thunder and a green lotus turning dark and bright around it. Sometimes everything was dark and scary, and sometimes everything lit up as pure as clouds and stars gathered.

Meng Qi looked at it feeling like he was in a dream. Even the voice he heard was like coming from a dream:

”Wave your blade and let's see whether you can save them.”

”Or you die and I'll let them live.”

Jiang Zhi Wei struggled but could not move a bit or make a sound. Her eyes were wet with anger and worried as if she was urging Meng Qi to escape right away.

Zhao Heng lying in front of the roc closed his mouth and looked at Meng Qi with honesty and decisiveness.

If you die, we might not even be able to live. But if you are alive, we still have the hope to come back again!

Ruan Yushu was cast on the ground. Her white dress was still partly frozen and her face pale. Her mouth had no color of red and she trembled out of control. She tried to speak but no sound came out.

Her eyes turned red and her eyelashes blinked like a brush, looking so pale. Zither music flew from her Primordial Spirit disorderly.

Somehow Ruan Yushu's words rang in Meng Qi's mind:

”If one day, you find a chance to get rid of the Six Dao and he used us to trap you. Don't stop because of us.”

”Being controlled by the Six Dao equals death. Why not have one or two die and wait for success in future with a chance for resurrection.”

Meng Qi thought it over and then closed his eyes. He stretched his right hand and held the sheath.

Was now a good time to draw out his blade?

Do I have to use all the strength and spirits that I've accumulated all these ten years today at this moment?

Besides, the Slough of Manjushri, the roc, and the sky-dragon were not anything like those I fought with before as they equaled to an Earth Fairy and some of them are even stronger than Mister Luda and Su Wuming. I have few chances to win this time…

Meng Qi pondered and his eyes were still as deep as always.

If only I was some robot with no feelings, if only I could Taishang Wang Qing, then I would have no concerns and struggle, no suffering of this kind at all.

But something is more important than one's life!

He put his right hand on the sheath of the blade and drew it out.

Lights came out like the sun rising from the east. Everything was lit up like lightning.

This Heavenly Weapon was as sharp as always and became even stronger. He had never forgotten to sharpen it during this 10 years.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi with his eyes wet and filled with anger. Tears dropped down from the corner of Ruan Yushu's eyes. Zhao Heng looked away as if this was not the result he wanted to see.

The lights of the blade became more and more stronger with an air of cruelty like a sun was going to explode out of control.

Meng Qi lifted up his blade and looked deep inside the pit through the crack where the angler kept his self.

His said in a slow but positive voice:

”All you want is my body. Let them go, otherwise I would rather kill myself than letting you get it.”

Begging would not work in this case either just to stand still and to be bound. Meng Qi was going to fight by himself.

A cold voice came out from the pit:

”I have more than one fish. You are not as important as you think.”

”If you dare to kill yourself, then they will be all be dead.”

The Slough of Manjushri lifted up his sword of wisdom towards Jiang Zhi Wei.

Meng Qi hid his emotions and drew his blade and cut down towards himself.

I'm not kidding!

The sword of wisdom came down towards the neck of Jiang Zhi Wei and even more faster than Meng Qi's since he was going to kill someone else not himself.

The sword light was so clear and bright. Jiang Zhi Wei's hair on her forehead was cut down.

Meng Qi stopped and then lowered his head. He said slowly:

”You win.”

If his opponent was indifferent and his death could not save Jiang Zhi Wei and others, then there was no meaning.

Meng Qi's words lingered around with humiliation and despair. A tear dropped on Jiang Zhi Wei's face.

”Good to know,” the cold voice rang up again from far away. Manjushri's sword stopped before Meng Qi stopped his blade.

Meng Qi looked up.