208 Let Me Have a Sho (2/2)
As they witnessed the scene before them, the man's identity became clear… he was the human form of the giant tree!
The middle-aged black-robed man didn't spare a glance towards Wang Baole or Zhao Yameng when he appeared. The expression on his face was cold and arrogant. With one step, he appeared right before Zhuo Yifan, a solemn and vicious look on his face as his right hand lifted abruptly in a sudden sweep.
A sudden, immense force emerged. Countless leaves appeared out of thin air, forming a tornado which exploded without warning. The loud explosion shook Zhuo Yifan's body; however, he didn't dodge the attack. Instead, he drew the cloak of demonic aura tightly around him. Amidst his tremors, his fighting instincts seemed to be sparked. Wielding the blood sword in his hands, he sent it sweeping towards the approaching tornado!
An explosive sound resounded and rose into the air as the tornado was sliced into halves by Zhuo Yifan's single blade. A shockwave swept outwards in all directions. Blood bubbled from Zhuo Yifan's mouth, and his body stumbled back towards Wang Baole and Zhao Yameng. The bloodlust in his eyes seemed to have grown much fainter. Even the blood sword in his hands was melting away as if being absorbed back into his body.
The middle-aged black-robed man stood hovering in mid-air. One split half of the tornado went roaring past him, causing a faint cut to appear on his face. It healed swiftly and, within a span of a few breaths, disappeared completely.
There was a strange light in his eyes as he stared at Zhuo Yifan.
”How unfortunate. If your cultivation level had risen to the Foundation Establishment realm, you might have posed a challenge to me… after all, you're… the Blood War Soldier from the Five Generation Sky Clan!
”I'd heard of this in the past. That the Five Generation Sky Clan had gotten their hands on a strange mystic art that required multiple people from the same generation and with the same bloodline, where one would be the host while the remaining would be soldiers. The soldiers have to sacrifice everything, including their flesh and blood, to the host… the Destined Soldier! I can't believe that the Five Generation Sky Clan actually carried it out… they're indeed an ancient clan—resourceful, determined, and ruthless!
”You probably have an elder brother, or maybe a younger brother, whom the clan has placed their hopes on. While you… are just a vessel!”
As the man spoke, Zhuo Yifan, who was slowly regaining lucidity, turned pale. He retreated once again, and the blood sword in his hands completely retreated back into his body. There was sorrow in his eyes, and he didn't say a single word.
Waves of emotions stirred within Wang Baole when he heard that. His face stiffened, and his eyes grew wide. He thought of Spirit Breath Village and Zhuo Yifan's brother, Zhuo Yixian…
And the moment when Zhuo Yixian terrorized Zhuo Yifan and prevented him from obtaining a seven-inch Spirit Root.
It was clear that the answer to all his previous doubts wasn't as simple as it had seemed then. It implicated the secrets of the Five Generation Sky Clan. Zhuo Yixian might have done what he had done to secure his control over the War Soldiers and prevent an overthrowing of his power from ever taking place. He both desired the War Soldier to become stronger and to keep the soldier under his control so that the soldier would never surpass its master!
”Who would've thought that out of the three puny insects casually captured, there would be one who turned out to be a War Soldier… interesting,” greed flashed in the middle-aged black-robed man's eyes as he spoke merrily. His body blurred as he dashed towards Zhuo Yifan.
His speed was supernatural. As he approached, the force of his Foundation Establishment realm cultivation became overwhelming, assaulting their concentration and their cultivation. It was as if they had been rendered completely helpless before the middle-aged black-robed man.
The man raised his right hand and was about to grab Zhuo Yifan. Wang Baole's eyes turned vicious, and he was about to shout out the scripture. It was then that suddenly… next to him, in that very instant, an energy stronger and more earth-shattering than the one that Zhuo Yifan had exuded, a tornado of aura—exploded in the air!
As it roared, thundering into the skies, Zhao Yameng's hair started lashing around in the absence of wind. Terrifying whirlpools of air started appearing all around her!
Multiple whips seemed to form rapidly out of nowhere and lashed outward in all directions. The assimilated cultivators shook and collapsed upon the touch of a whip, and even the tree hollow shook fiercely.
Wang Baole's eyes widened even more. He wasn't a stranger to that sight. During his battle with Zhao Yameng, the latter had been unconscious in the last leg of the fight; it had happened then too. She had still been at the Ancient Martial realm, and the aura that she had exuded then was strong and extremely terrifying. Having reached the fourth level of the True Breath realm, and once again slipping into the same state, the intensity of her aura would be unimaginable.
Even the expression on the black-robed middle-aged man changed drastically. He gasped in shock.
”A mutation! There's something wrong with your bloodline!” The black-robed middle-aged man couldn't have guessed that out of the three he had casually captured, two would be such extraordinary people. One was a rare War Soldier, and the other from the even rarer Mutated Bloodline!
Even he felt incredulous at the sight unfolding before him.