586 Grief Befalls Heaven and Earth. Cycle of Four Seasons Palm. (1/2)

With the unleashing of Dugu Chou's Grieving Sword, the tables were finally turned.

The dazzling sword light was tinged with grief and desolation. Countless people in Tiantang City felt an odd sense of depression from the bottom of their hearts. It was an indescribable angst.

Yun Yang who watched the battle from a close distance felt the pang of sorrow even more keenly. Although young, the grief and grudge in him could compare to anyone in the world; he was stricken with feelings, feeling his emotions whirl about, hardly containable. The thought of not wanting to continue living began to eat him up.

Once the thought sprouted, all else in his mind followed. Yun Yang's expression changed as the angst ate at him, his breathing turning labored. He was about to lose control of himself, retaliating against his internal demons.

”Roar!”

Ling Xiaozui let out a clear cry that woke Yun Yang up, having seen the change in the latter's expression and knowing that he could not take the attack.

Aided by Ling Xiaozui, Yun Yang broke out of his emotional trance and paid attention to the battle happening in the sky. There was only a dark curtain hanging in the air now, without any signs of life; only woe and depression wrapped the entire nightfall.

There was no other sound or pulse of life.

”Has the battle ended?” Yun Yang asked in disbelief.

”This is grief befalling heaven and earth.” Ling Xiaozui said, ”An atmospheric aura belonging uniquely to Dugu Chou. By combining this trick and his sword intent, he managed to trap Mr. Nian inside.”

”I see. Then, has Senior Dugu managed to turn the battle around?”

”This is Dugu Chou's unique technique, his undefeatable trick. Even if Mr. Nian's cultivation base is higher than that of Dugu Chou's, he'll die inside if he can't charge out of the grieving range within a single breath's time.” Ling Xiaozui's shiny eyes watched the sky, his gaze unprecedentedly cold.

”He should be able to come out.” Yun Yang shook his head. ”Mr. Nian will definitely not die like this.”

'If he dies, who do I look for to sate my thirst for revenge?'

'In the end, this person, his life, can only end in my hands!'

”I didn't expect you to actually think the same way.” Ling Xiaozui looked at Yun Yang in surprise and said, ”I agree. Mr. Nian is trapped, but he won't die here. Dugu Chou's undefeatable record may have to end today!”

The corners of Yun Yang's lips jerked, thinking that what they thought were two different things.

'If not for my irreversible grudge and wish to kill him, how I hope Mr. Nian meets his end here, that he dies with his bones crushed and ashes scattered, without a burial ground!'

Heavy blows could be heard within the dark curtain. After a momentary lapse, a long howl tore across the darkness and soared up high. The dark curtain erupted as rays of sword light charged from the dark like an erupting volcano.

For a moment, the entire night sky was bright as day, being lit up by the sword light.

A silhouette with unkempt long hair rocketed thousands of feet high into the sky accompanied by a pillar of blood. A hoarse voice growled, ”The Grieving Sword is not bad indeed. Grief to befall heaven and earth, what a terror! Dugu Chou, you live up to your name. I shall return this sword strike of yours in future!”

The explosions ceased. Dugu Chou stood tall in the sky as he scoffed, ”If we meet next time, you won't be as lucky as you are today!”

According to normal circumstances, or perhaps normal martial world rules, Mr. Nian should already be high in the air or be leaving, since he had admitted inferiority. Unexpectedly, before Dugu Chou's reply finished bouncing off in the sky, Mr. Nian let out a long-drawn cry, ”The world is vast, I shall see you again!”

Although he said that the world was vast and they would meet again, his form bolted down like an arrow.

His hand opened to grab Gu Chaliang.