Chapter 1708 - 40: Encircling and Suppressing Yemo!

Chapter 1708: Chapter 40: Encircling and Suppressing Yemo!

"Move, move... hurry up!"

The crowd surged up the slope and saw that in the darkness, the Yemo was swaying unsteadily on the mountaintop, drenched in blood, looking utterly bedraggled.

Opposite him stood Long Yikong with his sword, trying to persuade him: "...Yemo, you’ve reached the end of the road..."

Swish, swish, swish...

The crowd crazily flew in on their swords.

At a time like this, what’s there to say to the Yemo? Kill him quick and end this threat once and for all...

The play had reached this point; it was pretty much enough.

Fang Che burst out laugh-ing, his laughter bleak and desolate: "A dead end, so what? I, the Yemo, have rampaged across the world, killed more people than I can count—this life has been worth it! Even if it’s a dead end, if you want my life, you’ll at least have to pay with a few lives in exchange!"

He stood with his sword raised, sword light piercing the sky, his whole body radiating Killing Aura, Evil Qi roaring and surging, churning in midair, making the clouds around him billow and rise!

"Who dares to be the first to come and die!"

Fang Che let out a great roar!

Everyone landed at the same time and stood opposite him!

Drenched in blood, Fang Che suddenly stepped forward One Step, a sharp light bursting from his eyes, and shouted harshly: "Who will accompany me to die together!!?"

Everyone was overawed by his tragic Momentum, and all of them involuntarily stepped back a step.

"Hahahahaha..."

Fang Che threw his head back and laughed to the sky. Amid storm and cloud, he pointed at the dark mass of people in front of him: "You lot... think you’re worthy of being called Wei Wo Zheng Sect experts?"

"Pah!"

Fang Che spat out a thick bloody phlegm, and said with contempt: "A bunch of trash!"

"Trash! Hahahahaha..."

Fang Che laughed long and loud.

"Long Yikong, do it! Kill him!"

Someone shouted angrily.

Long Yikong hesitated for a moment, then instead retreated a few steps, his body rising into the air and flying far away: "I don’t want to kill him! You all do it; if I don’t see it, my heart won’t be vexed."

Long Yikong actually left.

At once countless people cursed him out: "Coward!"

Fang Che laughed loudly: "Fine, he’s a coward, you’re not! Come on, all the ones yelling, step out!"

He pointed with his longsword, sword light hanging in the air, Seven Stars glittering.

With a roar that shook heaven and earth: "Come out! And receive death!!"

A thunderous boom.

Countless people all retreated at the same time.

When they realized they had actually stepped back under one furious shout from the Yemo, they couldn’t help it—each and every one’s face was burning.

The Yemo opposite them burst into wild, mocking laughter: "Hahahahaha... you’re really all... crap hiding in women’s crotches, and you dare come take part in Sect Hierarch Level Cultivating Gu to become a God? With this bit of guts, even if they let you go out and be a Sect Hierarch, could you manage it?"

"Are you worthy?"

"Do you dare?"

"Hahaha..."

The Yemo’s mad laughter shook heaven and earth; countless faces flushed red, and curses erupted.

Just then—

A thin, stooped figure appeared, flashing through the air to the center of the field, standing with his sword. He was actually facing the crowd pursuing the Yemo.

The man’s figure was hunched, hair white, beard white, face full of wrinkles, eyes cloudy; he looked well on in years.

But the instant this man appeared, everyone’s face changed.

The hunched old man smiled slightly, waved his hand, and actually tossed a bottle of Elixir Pills to the Yemo: "Yemo, take the Pills and recover a bit. Practice freely; I’ll block for you."

"Bastard!"

"Piece of dog shit!"

"Are you looking to die!"

Everyone cursed out in unison, utterly enraged.

They’d finally forced the Yemo to this point, and another one suddenly pops out to stir up trouble.

Not only them—even Fang Che and Long Yikong and the others were all stunned.

Directly shocked.

Who the hell is this?

This whole big scene of mine is about to wrap up, and suddenly one like this jumps out?

This shit... he’s not my man. What the hell?

Has this old guy gone insane?

Fang Che’s head was spinning. The performance had been flowing smooth, like he’d been possessed by a movie king—he was just waiting for the crowd to swarm up, then he’d heroically leap off the cliff to go find the Twin headed Flood Dragon.

And now... it got stuck?

This is just fucking ridiculous.

The old man stood in front of Fang Che, his voice Xiao Suo as he said: "What Long Yikong said that day was right: a man like the Yemo must not die. He really has prospects, and he really is worth following."

"Today, this old man will have one hot-blooded moment. If I die, then I’ll die here in battle alongside the Yemo; if I don’t die, when we get out, I’ll follow the Yemo to conquer the world!"

"No matter what, that’ll be far better than this suffocating life I have now!"

"Yemo, hurry up and recover; I’ll be your protector. I guarantee that within 15 minutes, not one of them will be able to break through!"

The old man straightened his hunched back, and in an instant his whole bearing lit up; he seemed suddenly much younger, and a surge of Sword Qi burst from him, shooting straight into the clouds!

The crowd parted.

Five or six people walked out from among them; one of them said blandly: "Mo Wang! Don’t make trouble. Move aside, quickly."

Another said: "Mo Wang, you’re thinking far too simply. The Yemo wouldn’t dare take you as his subordinate. You’re Sixth Rank Saint Level; what cultivation does the Yemo have? Would he dare take you on!?"

Mo Wang was silent for a moment, then said: "Even if I get killed by the Yemo’s suspicion, it’s still much better than dying by going on like this forever!"

"You’ll bring calamity down on your family!"

In the crowd, one man’s face was full of menace.

The five at the front all changed color at once; they wanted to stop those words, but it was already too late.

They couldn’t help but look as black as charcoal.

In front of them, Mo Wang had already thrown his head back in laughter: "Hahahaha... bring calamity down on my family, hahahaha, how ridiculous. My Mo Family went from over fifty thousand people at its peak, and now, there’s only this old man left! What family am I still afraid of dragging down?"

"That sentence is truly laughable! Laughable, hahahaha..."

The few Saint Level figures at the very front of the crowd all looked like chunks of black coal.

If not for that sentence, Mo Wang might still have had the tiniest chance of turning back; but once those words were spoken, they thoroughly pulled up all of Mo Wang’s grief and despair—he would never turn back again!