Chapter 464 - Northern Dark Cyan Bird (2/2)

“Hehe!” Mo Jinyan let out a mocking laugh. “Do you know what’s our greatest difference? It’s that… you’ll forever be a nobody. No matter how hard you work, you’ll still be a nobody! In this world, there are countless people who work even harder than you, who are even more powerful than you! But none of them succeed, because they’re nobodies without status and background like you! They’ll forever live in the lowest levels of society! Since birth, your lives are a misery! Even if you struggle, even if you work hard, you’re destined to serve as a backdrop in this world!”

Xiao Chen sneered through his teeth. “What’s wrong? Are you starting to resort to psychological attacks to lower my fighting spirit?”

Mo Jinyan smiled. “Don’t misunderstand. I’m not trying to lower your fighting spirit. Killing you now is a piece of cake. I’m just trying to make you understand that people like you who live at the bottom rung of the society will always be nobodies. Do you know how ridiculous you look, struggling in vain to change your destiny?”

Xiao Chen sneered. “Heh. Then going by your logic, those who are born without background, those without clan leaders as fathers, those without mothers in the Ancient Immortal’s Clans, those without sect leaders as grandfathers, even those who are thrown under the mountain as soon as they are born, should all accept their fate. They should accept their fate and abandon themselves, despair and become the trash of society!”

Xiao Chen was shouting by the end of it. Mo Jinyan sneered. “Correct. This is how the world operates. No matter how hard you work, you’re still trash! You have neither background, support, nor resources. Compared to others, you have nothing! Why don’t you just stay in your place and become an ordinary person? Did you think hard work will help you?”

Mo Jinyan was also yelling by the time he reached the tail of his sentence. Veins were protruding on Xiao Chen’s face. He yelled, “You should go to hell then!”

Following his roar, Xiao Chen triggered all the True Energy flowing inside his body. The sword in his hand instantly lit up and flew into action. A fierce burst of mystic force that threatened to collapse mountains and summon tsunamis shoved Mo Jinyan more than 30 meters backward.

Mo Jinyan steadied himself in the air with a sneer. “I told you, an insect will only ever be an insect. It doesn’t matter how hard you work. Now, I’ll show you what absolute power means!” He pressed two fingers together and swiped it across his Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. He yelled, “Northern Dark Divine Sword! Go!”

While his voice was still resonating, the cyan light coming off the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword erupted and materialized into a cyan-colored bird. The bird rammed into Xiao Chen, bringing with it a violent mystic force that threatened to rip apart heaven and earth. Gale picked up in the summit. Even the spectators who were more than 1,000 feet away felt stifled by it.

Facing the imminent cyan-colored bird, Xiao Chen circulated his True Energy and blocked it with his sword. “Clang!” A loud sound rang throughout the summit. Xiao Chen tumbled more than ten meters backward but held his sword firmly. The skin between his thumb and forefinger on both hands were bleeding.

Mo Jinyan sneered. “You can never win over the Mo family. Time to die, the most powerful youngster of the Five Continents!”

Following the end of his voice, the Northern Dark Cyan Bird cried out and once again charged forward. This time, it triggered waves of energy in the air unlike any other. “Thump!” A loud sound resounded. The collision reduced the sword in Xiao Chen’s hand into dust. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he slammed down hard on the arena.

“Puff!” Xiao Chen fell hard on the snowed-on ground with a loud thud, coughing out a mouthful of blood. The two consecutive hits from the Northern Dark Cyan Bird had likely damaged his five viscera and six bowels.

Staring at the cyan-colored bird fluttering in the sky, Xiao Chen felt his vision gradually becoming blurry. Was he about to be defeated here…

In the distance, both people and wind were quiet. Everyone was speechless, many of them recalling the valiant young man who fought off four opponents by himself at the Immortal’s Sword Assembly.

Huangfu Xin’er was frowning deeply. She could feel a sharp pain piercing her heart. Xiaoyue tightened her grip around her Autumn Water Sword silently. Zuoqiu Yang’s brows were tightly furrowed as he clenched his fists. The eyes of the three youngsters from yesterday were red, especially the one in white. Tears were streaming down his face as he balled his hands into fists. He gritted his teeth and said, “No way. Brother Chen wouldn’t lose. Get up and hit him, d*mn it…”

Mo Jinyan landed on the snow-covered arena with the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword in hand. He walked toward Xiao Chen step by step, his face wearing a contemptuous smile. “Is this the so-called powerhouse from the Violet Manor? Perhaps you people could be considered experts before us Mo family members show up, but once we’re around, do you think you can overturn heaven? What’s wrong? Can’t you get up anymore…”

In the distance, Zuoqiu Yang’s bones were creaking from how hard he was clenching his fists. “Get up, b*stard! There’s still a battle awaiting us! You can’t just die here, b*stard…”

Xiaoyue’s brows were knitted together. She clenched her hand around her Autumn Water Sword a little tighter.

“Hahahaha!” Mo Jinyan let out a hearty laugh. He turned around and looked at the spectators below. He laughed and said, “Did you see that? This is the number one young powerhouse that you people selected, the winner of the Immortal’s Sword Assembly. In front of the Mo family, he can’t even take a single hit!”

The cultivators felt their hearts turn cold. They lowered their heads, not speaking. Only now did they realize the reason why Mo Jinyan was so insistent on fighting Xiao Chen. It wasn’t because of personal grudges. Rather, he wanted to tell everyone in the Violet Manor that the Mo family was the strongest. If not even Xiao Chen was his match, which disciple here could win against him?

The cold wind swept them, lifting their lapels. Everyone was silent. Only Mo Jinyan’s laughter was resonating throughout the summit. In the distance, Xiaoyue yelled through gritted teeth, “Xiao Chen, take my sword!”

Before her voice faded completely, a bird’s cry escaped the Autumn Water Sword. The sword emitted a light that extended for a thousand feet and flew toward Xiao Chen.

When it landed on Xiao Chen’s palm, its light erupted. The blade started trembling and making noises. Right then, it seemed as if it had finally returned to its master from thousands of years ago.

The vital force of heaven and earth was surging back and forth at this moment, summoning gale and swirling snow that obscured everyone’s vision.