422 The Price of Impulsiveness! (2/2)
All of his goals for this trip, including the additional ones, had been accomplished. Right now, his only objective was to leave.
When he had first bolted his way out, what had kept him up was the anguish that could barely be vented and a fury that was suppressed to its limits. They only made him want to kill and to run rampant.
He knew that it was an impulsive and reckless thought, but he had just gone through a massacre, so it was to be expected.
Although he knew that doing so was not befitting his identity as the Nine Supremes' think tank and was not the choice of any wise man, his rationale was long gone from the tide of fury and anguish that washed over him.
After all, he was only a youth no more than twenty years old…
However, Yun Yang's rationale came back to him when he was halfway through his slaughtering. He immediately felt that his actions were foolish and he was only deceiving himself.
At the very least, he could only be so daring because the Four Seasons Tower's mightiest experts who were guarding this place had all been killed by Jun Moyan.
Yun Yang asked himself with a hand on his heart; on the contrary, would he still dare be as impulsive if the fifth or sixth heaven experts of Four Seasons Tower were still here? If Jun Moyan had not completed his promise of killing all four heads of the tower, what should he do?
For Jun Moyan to kill the four people was within his planned expectation, but what if Jun Moyan did not regard the Medallion of Gratitude highly?
After all, the Medallion of Gratitude was taken care of by Old Dugu, who was no longer here.
Thinking deeper, Jun Moyan was still from the Empire of Ziyou. He had helped him out of friendship, but what if he had broken his promise and killed him instead?
Yun Yang was drenched in an outpouring of sweat just thinking about these things.
Yun Yang had already put himself in that situation; he had already charged out impulsively. If he were to just leave in haste, it would be rather disrespectful. He had already acted foolishly and recklessly, thus he had gone on with it. After catching a glimpse of Shangguan Lingxiu, Yun Yang decided easily that he would just take the chance and bring General Wudi's remains home.
Ziyou's national luck was already gone, swept away by Yun Yang - the imperial jade seal's fortune had been emptied out, while the national treasure was only a shell now. From a certain perspective, it could be said that the Empire of Ziyou had already fallen.
As such, General Shangguan Wudi's vow all those years ago could be considered complete. The difference was slight; one could not be perfect after all.
Therefore, Yun Yang would send Shangguan Wudi's remains home.
I have been impulsive, but I don't regret a single moment of it. I will just go on with it to the end!
However, I still have to compensate for my impulsiveness and stupidity with something of value.
Suddenly, a whistling sound could be heard. A long-ranged Siege Quarrel had been released amidst the clamor of shouts and screams.
Yun Yang had just bolted out of the thick smog and the Siege Quarrel had brushed past him, less than thirty feet away. It was evident that the marksman was a skilled one; furthermore, Yun Yang's deific consciousness told him that there were three people who were rushing over from his left and right while there were six people coming from behind him.
From the front, a Siege Quarrel was barrelling down towards him.
With a growl, Yun Yang's explosive forward motion changed direction abruptly to soar upwards diagonally, like a firework that had been released.
His abdomen tightened, but he felt the slice of cold steel followed by a burning sense of friction. Fragments of his clothes flew away as the smell of his flesh being burned from the high temperature the speeding quarrel had generated wafted in the air.
Droplets of blood splattered onto the ground.
The Siege Quarrel had finally wounded Yun Yang.
The quarrel had come in at a delicate angle. Yun Yang's forward charge was swift and even though his reflexes were quick enough to shift his direction, he had still suffered a slight injury. However, Yun Yang still managed to avoid the arrow head-on. He then stomped hard on the Siege Quarrel.
He poured his entire cultivation base into this stomp. The Siege Quarrel turned half an arc in the air and went speeding towards the chest and abdomen of Elder Hei who was rushing over!
The Siege Quarrel flew like an arrow; it possessed the entirety of Yun Yang's strength. Endowed with frightening speed and augmented by its hefty weight, it had the formidable capacity to kill an immortal or even a deity.
Elder Hei knew what was coming for him – how would he dare block it head-on? He drifted away quickly while Yun Yang's lean form soared another five hundred feet up into the air from the leveraging force of his stomp. He looked like a human-shaped kite that was gliding swiftly in the sky; from the ground, he was only the size of a watermelon.
Whitey Two that was high up in the sky suddenly cried out and appeared under Yun Yang's legs. The two recombined to form a single entity of man and beast.
Whitey Two's snow-white body spread out as it carried Yun Yang and flew up vertically. In the blink of an eye, they had ascended thousands of feet into the sky!
The dozen people who were soaring upwards were bewildered; some even staggered in midair and almost fell down.
He had a flying mystical beast! How could he be apprehended?
The hefty Siege Quarrel had finally been pointed in the right direction, but the soldier manoeuvring the machine was dumbstruck.
How could they do it?
Their opponent was now a small black dot in their eyes – how were they supposed to attack him?
This was just like using a high impact cannon to kill a mosquito.
Theoretically, he was still within range, but it practically impossible to hit him.
The Deicide Bow archers were stunned as well.
Shooting furiously, their hands had long been doused in blood, but their target had still managed to escape into the sky.
”It's not a flying mystical beast, that's an Eclipse Panther!
Elder Hei almost spat blood.
His opponent had leveraged on his force to charge into the General Wudi Ancestral Hall, causing the structure to collapse at once. He had then fled amidst the chaos and flown thousands of feet into the sky!
Their clash earlier indicated that his opponent's prowess was not as dreadful as it seemed; as long as they could fight hand to hand, Elder Hei was sure he could take him down.
Unfortunately, his opponent had fled into the high heavens!
Elder Hei could not help thinking about the commonly used line, ”If you're so great, why don't you go right to heaven?”
It seemed a rather apt description at this point in time.
He now faced an extremely awkward situation.
The others were rolling their eyes as well.
Yes, you're right – that's not a flying mystical beast, but the Eclipse Panther has the ability to stay in the air as well. Of course, it can't fly for miles on end like the hawk or roc, but it would still be no problem for it to say aloft in the air for a quarter of an hour!
They, on the other hand, did not have any such ability. They could only take turns to attack by soaring upwards. With their strength, flying this high was basically discounting half of their cultivation base.
To fight with Supreme Cloud like this, they were practically handing their heads over to him on a platter.
In the sky, the Eclipse Panther carried Supreme Cloud away as they flew in a straight line towards the west gate.
On the ground, hundreds of thousands of people looked on in confusion.
The devastating battle had gone on for a whole day, and this was the outcome?
Another wave of attacks erupted from the Siege Quarrel and Deicide Bows but the results were as expected – absolutely futile!
The seventeen or eighteen heaven realm experts paused two hundred feet in the air as if they were on display – it was too risky to go up,too embarrassing to go down.
To be caught in such an awkward state was terribly upsetting.
Elder Hei gathered the group together. ”There's only one way now!”
Another elder snorted and said, ”I know Artisan Hei's way. It's none other than sending at least eight people up into arranging the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation then exerting their life force to lock down Supreme Cloud and limit his movements as much as possible so that he can't escape. Then the other four will complete the kill, am I right?”
The other elder said coldly, ”This is one of the ways, but I am certain Elder Hei won't be one of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation members. This formation will, of course, be formed by us.”
Elder Hei said icily, ”I am not a selfish person. If there is a need to sacrifice for the country's peace, I don't mind. However, my cultivation base is the highest here and will deal the most damage to Supreme Cloud!”
The others smirked without saying anything.
Someone chuckled, ”That's right, my cultivation base is low, I should die! I'm in debt to the country and its people, am I not? Still, where does your sense of greater justice come from, Elder Hei? We have families, wives, our people, countless people whom we can sacrifice ourselves for, but are you only doing this for the country and people?”
Elder Hei's face flushed purple as a murderous rage wrapped itself around him.
Another person said, ”So what if Supreme Cloud escapes? Kill the two mystical beasts down there. We can at least break one of his arms, this way!”
This was bullsh*t of course- how could two mystical beasts be an arm of Supreme Cloud? Everyone knew that it was impossible. Supreme Cloud's power stemmed from the Nine Supremes' arcane skills and had nothing to do with mystical beasts.
In spite of this, the other dozen men agreed at once. ”This idea is a great one.”
”The two mystical beasts are too dangerous. They need to be eliminated.”
”Let's go down!”
The group then charged downwards with high fighting spirits, leaving Elder Hei standing alone in the sky.
Elder Hei stood still, feeling the sky above him turning black.
Beneath him, the two beasts were viciously killing anyone within reach in the dense crowd. Deicide arrows and Siege Quarrels that could not harm Yun Yang opened up fatal wounds on their bodies. They were already badly injured after just a brief foray amidst the crowd.
Yun Yang was riding Whitey Three in the sky. Looking at the carnage, he wanted to charge down. From how things looked at the moment, he realized that he could escape unscathed!
As long as Whitey Three flew low and turned invisible in his pocket, he could go down and scoop up the bear and snake, turn them small and soar up again. Whitey Three could still rise to their current height swiftly.
They could then leave in peace.
Just as he was about to travel down, the warning siren in his heart began to shrill. An extreme sense of danger arose and raised goosebumps through his entire being.
His reflexes were considered among the best in this world. As long as he could sense the slightest bit of danger, he could move to avoid any harm that came his way.
In this case, however, he was too late.