12 Chapter 12 First battle with Zong Yu (1/2)

He slowly regained consciousness, and the unbearable pain slowly faded away.

Zong Shou tried his best to open his eyes. He could gradually feel his limbs, but he still could not move them.

Within his abdomen, he felt a cooling sensation seeping into his body. This should be the medicinal herb properties, which woke him up and helped to suppress his rumbling qi.

Looking around once more, he was still within the carriage. However, the carriage had already stopped, and a greenish pattern surrounded the four walls of the carriage.

In the middle of carriage was a purple jade ball. It was the size of a fist, temporarily suspended in the air. It slowly turned, giving out a spiritual light.

”Is this a formation? Spirit tool?”

Zong Shuo was stunned for a moment before he remembered that Chuxue was a double cultivator. She had enough mental ability to activate this Wind Wall Charm Formation.

It seemed like this carriage and that jade ball, which were similarly exceptional, were the methods Chuxue mentioned a few days ago. His father had left these things for him.

When he was within this carriage, thanks to this formation's protection, he did not even need to be afraid of a Xiantian master, as this formation would be able to protect his life for a period of time.

Blood Maniac Monster Saint, Nine-Tailed Fox King. At the start of the spirit energy explosion, Donglin Cloud Continent's monster race did have a few strong experts. They were as eye-catching as the shining sun, but also fell like shooting stars, causing many to sigh and feel pity for them.

For some reason, that name that he should only feel pity for felt really close to him when he thought of it...

Maybe it was because the way he lost consciousness was very similar to the scene where the real Zong Shou disappeared. As a result, the remnants of the soul resounded. Perhaps, it was some other reason. The outcome was that the thirteen years of memories were totally recorded into his head.

The proud son of the king fell into the depths. Everyone close to him left and stayed far away from him. He trained hard and cultivated diligently to no effect. He went far from home to train in the path of a spirit master. However, three years later, he was still seen as trash and received more mocking and disdain from others.

In the near future, he would become a puppet in the hands of others. He would be tortured and die on Gantian Mountain.

The next Gantian Mountain Monster King would hang his head on the mountains.

His consciousness was still heavy and dizzy. At that moment, his chest was still filled with fury and unwillingness…

No matter what pain it was, he could take it. He could persist through any kind of arduous training! Why was he unable to open up his Chakra Meridians?

Was he really a useless person? Could he only hide under the wings of his father and be protected by him?

He was not willing!

All kinds of thoughts entered his brain. Zong Shou shook his head vigorously, forcing himself up. The scenes outside of the window entered his eyes, and his muscles instantly tensed up. His ears that were supposed to be deaf took in the surrounding noise once more.

A silent laugh; Zong Shou loosened his body, allowing sensation to return to his limbs. He used his sword to support his body as he stood in front of the jade ball.

This charm formation had locked down this carriage. Others could not enter, and he could not exit.

Luckily, in the last life, he had some small progress into the spiritual arts. It could be said that he was proficient at talismans and charms...

Gathering energy at his fingertips, he touched an area outside of that spiritual light, which totally cut off that flowing spiritual energy.

The jade ball in front of him started crazily spinning and drifted down. The purple-colored patterns on the carriage walls also started to dim.

Zong Shou naturally would not bother. He raised that Pine Pattern Wind Sword and darted right out of the carriage. He silently landed outside of the carriage, and he looked out at the still rotating wind pillar behind him.

The originally totally green wilderness now had several patches of blood. Five or six bodies lay on it.

The sun was like blood, and the vultures in the air screeched as they circled endlessly.

Seven hundred yards away, there were maniacal shouts and furious roars. Grass was flying everywhere. Nearby laid a body, thin and shriveled. The hand of the body was like that of an eagle's claw, but its shape was a little different. It was not Wu Wei, who he had seen before. This one lay face down on the ground, showing no signs of life.

Nearby, sword light burst out, with knife images like a flood. Dust and sand covered his sight, making it hard to see the images within.

Focusing all his energy, he could only see that Yin Yang's chest had been pierced. Half a broken dagger was still in the wound. Under that maniacal sword light, he bitterly held on.

What a burning sword!

His eyes tensed up, and Zong Shou looked toward the heavily wounded cat-eared girl.

The snow-like dress she was wearing was dyed red, revealing skin that was now covered with knife wounds.