841 The Final Battle At Tianxuan Cliff 23 (1/2)
”We were impuissant. No one had expected things to get so far out of control, in such a spectacular fashion. This should have been done in a ritual before the altar while one consumed medicine to heal and recover. One should then take the fluid of taboo to eliminate any possibility of rejection… all this in addition to being supplemented by twelve rare spiritual herbs and guarded by powerful experts, mystical Qi injected continuously by at least twelve men… I have none of these now. I can only risk everything to complete it.”
”Constraints cannot mean anything to me now. The retaliation triggered by embedding different God's Bones into a single person can turn him into a ghost, lost for eternity. Once he dies, he won't be able to reincarnate, forever. This terrifying backlash shall all be shouldered by me…”
”Do not say that I've maligned you all… The suffering I am enduring now is far greater than all of you dying quickly by the blade. My sacrifice is more than you can imagine.”
”Ultimately… I'm left with no other choice. If I don't do this, I can only accept total and utter defeat served to me on a silver platter.”
Mr. Nian's eyes gleamed. Another cut was made, the destination this time was his thigh. The same process was repeated, taking a piece of bone out and replacing it with another piece. The cycle went on almost without stop.
The fire glowered. The corpses of the Four Seasons Tower's men slowly reduced to ashes in the flame. The bodies convulsed and went into spasms as the heat stripped them of their human forms. They were engulfed by the flame, burned and ceased to exist…
The blaze flickered, as if many pairs of eyes were watching Mr. Nian, be it in rage or in resentment.
Mr. Nian was covered in blood as he reflected by the fire, but gash after gash, the slits continued to open on him. He dug out pieces of his bones from himself and installed pieces of God's Bone into where the gaps remained.
He was turning pale. The blood he had lost was weakening his already unstable physique. In spite of this, his gaze grew savage, his expression turning into a growl…
…
Early in the morning, Yun Yang and Ji Lingxi walked out, shoulder to shoulder, looking exceptionally serious.
”Leave Mr. Nian and the seasons bearers to me,” Yun Yang said slowly, ”You block the others. Come assist me only when you have eliminated them. We must win this war.”
Ji Lingxi nodded slowly. ”Alright. Don't worry. Even if I can't overcome those on my end quickly, I can at least guarantee that not one of them will slip over to your side.”
”Today's battle shall end all resentment and humanly affairs of this realm!”
…
The thick fog drifted, almost tangible amidst the silence as one could touch it.
Mr. Nian was already standing before the Nine Supremes Temple.
He was dressed in black as usual, but he was unusually pale. His gaze was like a famished wolf, indescribably fiendish and thirsting for blood. Long gone was his handsome manner and grace.
Yun Yang asked, ”Why are you the only one here? Where are your subordinates?”
”They've gone down to wait for you. I won't let them wait for long,” Mr. Nian's voice was strangely discordant.
Yun Yang's squinted as he replied mockingly, ”Ah, just as I've guessed. Mr. Nian, the leader of the Four Seasons Tower – sufficiently brutal, sufficiently merciless indeed. A model of the so-called villain.”
”Hmm?”
A ghostly light flickered in Mr. Nian's eyes.
”When you came to collect the bodies and bones yesterday, I was guessing that you were assembling the God's Bones and would insert all of them into one person to unleash the maximum strength of the God's Bones. Only then could you contend against the two of us.”
Yun Yang spoke coldly, ”Other than this tactic, I can't think of any other way you can resort to, to overturn your defeat.”
”Right now, the reality shows that my prediction is completely correct. Mr. Nian, Four the Seasons Tower is considered thoroughly ruined in your hands!”