Chapter 976 - The Metal and Blood Is Still Here (2/2)

He hesitated and couldn't help but to ask, "You may look young but you have been binge drinking for such a long time. After being deprived of battles, can you still swing your weapon? Are you still strong enough to decapitate your foes? Are your blood burning still? Can you face death without flinching? Are you still a Fuxi?"

From his forehead, his psyche gushed out, endless blood ocean flowed out, countless gods fought on the blood ocean, thunder and lightning rampaged everywhere while severed body parts rained down from the skies!

Zhong Yue was showing just how cruel and how scary a battle was!

Get out? Fight? Cut heads? Death?

Feng Jikai stared at the blood ocean with a pale face, grasped his chest tightly and his heart pounded quickly.

Peng peng peng—

One beat after another, his heartbeat intensified and it felt like it was going to jump out from his chest!

Zhong Yue felt pity for this Fuxi; this was the unworldly world and as one who was raised here, Feng Jikai experienced no war, no life and death battles and the dangerous of the outside world!

The unworldly world was a greenhouse and Feng Jikai was just a flower nurtured in the greenhouse. Thus, no matter how powerful he was, he had never experienced real battle before!

He had never even killed something!

Feng Jikai's face got even paler, his hand on the chest tightened even more and veins popped out from his forehead as he panted, just like a fish gasping on air after being fished out from the water.

Zhong Yue sighed and left without saying a word.

"Metal."

Then came murmuring from Feng Jikai before a metal clanking noise was heard as a rusted sword was stabbed into the ground.

Zhong Yue stopped, turning around and seeing a trembling Feng Jikai grabbing onto the sword hilt, wanting to pull it out but being too powerless to do so.

As one of the strongest existences in the unworldly world, this sword was a divine weapon that was forged in him since youth and grew with him.

But now, Feng Jikai felt that this rusted sword was immensely heavy that he couldn't even lift it up by an inch.

Zhong Yue was saddened to see this; the sword and the blood was there but the sword was now rusty and the blood icy cold now.

Feng Changyang's son had been living in this greenhouse for too long, he lost himself and despite having immense talent and endless strength, Feng Jikai could no longer swing his weapon and boil his blood again.

He was not the one Zhong Yue was looking for; he has became a different version of Fu Shang, his edges completely grinded away and he was only suitable to live here forever until time catches up to him.

His sword was too rusty but how could a peak Imperial Emperor's sword ever turned rusty?

What had truly became rusty—was his heart.

His heart rusted and because of that, so did his sword.

As someone like himself, the divine weapon was a reflection of his heart; if the sword was rusted, then it suggested that his heart was rusty.

So how was that possible for a rusty heart to make the blood boil again?

Fuxis were fearless gods of war and if their blood turned cold, they were no longer Fuxi.

"Pretending to be drunk for too long had really turned him drunk."

Xin Huo said, "Pretending to have no talent has really turned him useless. He shouldn't have waited for so long, time had already grinded his edges away."

Zhong Yue sighed and he started walking away again. But this time, he noticed the surroundings light up slightly, which made him stop again.

The light brightened and printed his shadow onto the wall.

Then he heard wind whistling in his ears.

Shivering silent wind.

Zhong Yue stopped and he murmured, "Xin Huo, listen to the wind."

Wind came from the back and amidst the wind, the light lit up even brighter and when Zhong Yue turned around, he saw the rusty sword in Feng Jikai's hand illuminating; the rusty coatings on the sword fell off, revealing the shiny blade again!

Beside Feng Jikai, wind whistled, howled and screeched as the wind blew around him!

As more and more rust coatings fell off, the divine sword in Feng Jikai's hand buzzed; from low and vague, the buzzing turned louder, melodious and calming!

The wind whistled and the sword buzzed.

Then, came a huge blast of gale!

Jiang——

Feng Jikai pulled the sword out from the ground, standing up straight. His crazy aura blew the dust around him away as Dao roared in anger around him!

He held his sword firmly, synchronizing himself with the sword. The sword felt like it had been sharpened everyday for 70,000 years!

"The metal and blood remained!"

Feng Jikai gritted, let out a battle cry and shouted, "Fuxi's Zhong Shan Clan's member! Fuxi's Feng Clan's Feng Jikai is honoured to fight alongside with you!"