Chapter 153 The Blade That Blended into the Nigh (2/2)

Xiaoxun was frightened. Qianmo pecked it lightly. From its expression, it seemed to think that Xiaoxun had not seen enough of the world.

Shen Lian thought that the person would rush into the Temple of Killings. He did not expect the battle to be held in the sky. Shen Lian did not feel that he was at a disadvantage. He swept through the air like the wind and ended up in the sky. There were mists coming from the bottom of his feet. It was the combination of the Taixu force of sky and water, and he could ride on the wind and remained stable.

Shen Lian wore his Daoist robe and looked really clean. He looked like a teenager. If a great painter were to work on a painting of Celestials, Shen Lian would make a great muse.

Shen Lian's opponent sat on a blood-red cloud and was normal-looking. His skin was fine and tight, like that of yellow jade. There were hints of blood in it, and he was clothed in bloody clothing. The material was normal, and it seemed aged.

Shen Lian's gaze fell on the strange person opposite of him. ”It has been so long, and I still do not know your name,” Shen Lian asked.

”Xiao Shiyi,” the strange person replied without much hatred in his voice.

Shen Lian heard the word, ”Xiao” and fell into deep thoughts. He stared at the strange person's face, and his lips and nose did remind Shen Lian of someone. That would be Xiao Zhu, whom he had accidentally killed many years ago.

He latched on to the important information and racked through his brain. He finally remembered a person whom he had met when he went to Qing Xuan. Before he entered the mountain gate, he had disabled one of the descendants of the Xiao family of Flying Celestials Island. Right now, almost everyone on the Flying Celestials Island was murdered.

Shen Lian thought the man had died a long time ago, and he did not expect to run into him again today. He was a lot more different than earlier, and Shen Lian took a closer look at his blade. The Qi of devilry was contained within it. Shen Lian recalled his conversation with Zhang Ruoxu in regard to the Flying Celestials Island incident. The clues were all here now, and they were right in front of Shen Lian. Shen Lian understood the broad strokes of the cause and effect of the incident.

”So you are the one who was cultivating the Blood Dissipating Sword? I did not expect you to be from the Xiao family. Are you here to avenge yourself or for your kinsmen at the Flying Celestials Island?” Shen Lian queried.

”Mostly for myself, but I'm acting out of guilt too,” Xiao Shiyi replied impartially.

After hearing it, Shen Lian observed his expression and realized that he was not putting up an act, and was truly detached. Shen Lian harbored a thought – he would not let this man walk away alive tonight.

He had never wanted to kill someone so badly, and it was not vengeance that he felt. Shen Lian simply thought that the person who stood in front of him was not fit to be considered as a human.

The great Way was emotionless, and some even lost their humanity and killed their kinsmen. They did so to break of their bonds to the secular world. They could free themselves as they killed too. Shen Lian could not pass his judgment on them, but he would kill each and every one of them that he came across. He did not even need a reason to do so.

Xiao Shiyi was different from them. He was not determined and cruel enough. However, what he had been doing essentially made him the same as them.

The more he wished to kill this person, the calmer he was. The Taixu Divine Qi was calm and settled within him, and his eyes seemed like stars. He looked mystically charming, and it moved Xiao Shiyi. It was as though Shen Lian was trying to leave him behind in the vastness of the void and to let him die in isolation.

The blade in his arms emitted coldness, and it soaked through his mind and spirit to offer some clarity.

The clouds underneath started flowing and attacked their opponent. Endless cries of suffering could be heard, and these were the resentment from the living creatures that he had killed all these years. Even after their deaths, they were still at his disposal and were trapped in eternal misery.

The mist and clouds underneath Shen Lian's feet started to take the shape of a giant flying sword. It struck the blood-red cloud and broke it into pieces. The remnants rushed towards his clean Daoist robe.

Before the resentful spirits could strike, flames were coming out from Shen Lian's body. He burned like the ancient God of Fire, and the flames were strong.

Taixu Divine Qi, dealing with changes, controlled by one's heart.

The fire was not just any normal fire of the Qi of Vitality, but was controlled by a strand of Shen Lian's spiritual consciousness. The spirit was strong, courtesy of the training he had from the water of the River of Spirits.

Regardless of how powerful of these resentful spirits were, they were merely the last resentful breath of the deceased and remained behind out of stubbornness.

Shen Lian reacted accordingly. When facing his enemy, he was not affected at all.

The flame surrounding him dispersed the resentment. The sky cleared up. A struck on the head followed, and the blade had the color of the night – dark and deep. Shen Lian snickered. There was yellow gas coming out of the body, which seemed to be falling speedily.

However, the blade gleam chased after it and attacked the yellow light forcefully. The yellow light seemed to be unaffected, as it was endless and signified the life force. It was drawn from the force of the earth and could regenerate itself the moment it was extinguished.

When Shen Lian got closer to the ground, the Qi of earth from the deserted mountains rushed in from the sole of his feet. The spirit remained strong, and his eyes looked like the eternal stars. He stared coldly at the Blood Dissipating Sword that blended into the night.

The Blood Dissipating Sword held by Xiao Shiyi fell from the sky, and it was fast. It took advantage of the period of time when the yellow light was extinguished and had yet to regenerate, the blade was less than a feet away from Shen Lian's brows.

Shen Lian felt slightly nervous; it was an excitement that he had not felt in the longest time.

It was easiest to improve at the moment between life and death. Shen Lian calmed his heart and pointed out a finger. Strands of misty smoke flew out from his fingertip, and they immediately took shape as eight different sword aura. The colors were clear, and they tried to stop the blade that was flying right at them.