Chapter 1741 - 49: Duan Xiyang’s Tragedy (Double-Length)

Chapter 1741: Chapter 49: Duan Xiyang’s Tragedy (Double-Length)

One mind for two tasks, seamless like wind and rain.

Caught off guard, Duan Xiyang was instantly forced into a crushing disadvantage.

He couldn’t even take thirty percent of the offensive, left with nothing but bitter, dogged defense.

His face flushed scarlet in an instant, but even if it killed him... he could not mention Second Grade!

That was his last fig leaf.

Duan Xiyang wielded his Sword with Divine Transformation mastery, blades of light whistling through the air. Front, back, left, right, up, down—wind and rain, without a single leak.

But he was only using First Grade Venerable cultivation, and he still couldn’t overcome the sheer momentum and heavy force of Fang Che.

Fang Che’s sword in his left, Sword in his right, locked the situation down tight; the trend of victory was already set!

Yan Nan and the others stopped laughing.

From their standpoint, the more promising Yemo was, the more potential he had, the better.

But that didn’t mean they wanted Duan Xiyang to be defeated at equal Realm!

Then they noticed Duan Xiyang’s aura suddenly turning unstable.

Because Fang Che’s sword changed yet again.

From the eerie, razor-sharp, ethereal style of Blood Spirit Seven Swords, it shifted into a flowing, cloudlike, Cong Rong, targeted rhythm.

Duan Xiyang’s pupils suddenly dilated.

It was a kind of anger beyond words.

He’d been holding out all this time just to wait for Fang Che to use the spear.

But he never imagined that Yemo would suddenly pull out the Swordsmanship he himself had taught Yin Shen Palace.

That Swordsmanship was something Duan Xiyang had tossed to Yin Shen Palace on a whim, a style suited to Yin Shen Palace’s way of attacking and cultivation!

Yet now, looking at Yemo, he’d actually reached considerable mastery in it!

This was simply...

Duan Xiyang flared into fury on the spot! Damn it, I gave you this set of Swordsmanship, but not so you could delay Yemo’s Spear training.

Yemo already hates that Sky Saber Blood Spirit Sword and the Guardian side’s Cultivation Technique for being too much to chew; how the hell did you add another set on top of that?

Anger flared in his heart, and the Sword-light suddenly soared, his cultivation surging up to the Peak of First Grade Venerable.

He actually slammed Fang Che’s offensive back, abruptly neutralizing it and even turning the tide in counterattack.

Fang Che unleashed Sword and sword together, wind and clouds howling, a storm of gales and rain, pouring down to blanket the sky in a single breath.

Suddenly his body flipped in midair, and the Sword and sword in his hands vanished like a miracle.

A single spear shot out like an enraged Dragon!

It tore through the lingering Sword-light and sword-shadows; that spear stabbed straight into Duan Xiyang’s heart!

One spear punching clean through his body!

Duan Xiyang froze for a moment, staring at the spear shaft in his chest, a strange look surfacing in his eyes.

Then his body Huanhuan dispersed, turning to Yun Yan, fading away in wisps right in front of Fang Che.

Up in the air, Yan Nan and the others were also suddenly struck dumb.

Staring at that spear that had appeared out of nowhere, straight through Duan Xiyang’s heart, the three Vice Sect Masters all felt their hearts lurch violently.

They could imagine Duan Xiyang suppressing his Realm to First Grade Venerable Level and still not being Yemo’s match, but they had never expected Yemo to actually be able to "kill" him!

Bai Jing’s reaction was especially intense.

Seeing that spear directly pierce the chest, Bai Jing’s body actually trembled, a look of pain suddenly twisting his face.

One hand unconsciously clutched his chest, his expression turning ferocious and terrifying in an instant, Killing Intent blazing.

Yan Nan’s shocked gaze hadn’t yet settled when he suddenly turned his head, looking strangely at Bai Jing’s face.

A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes; he patted Bai Jing’s shoulder: "Wake up!"

Bai Jing’s mind snapped back, a wry smile appearing on his face: "You noticed."

Bi Changhong’s concerned gaze also appeared suddenly, landing on Bai Jing’s face. He let out a soft sigh and said, "Old eight Bai, you really are..."

Really what, he did not go on to say.

Yan Nan sighed and shook his head.

After Duan Xiyang’s figure dispersed down below, his body Huanhuan coalesced beside Yan Nan. He gave a wry smile: "First Grade Venerable, still can’t beat him."

Though he’d lost, there was a strange excitement in his eyes.

Because he had felt that spear, that one spear that could pierce the heavens and earth!

It made even the sensation of being run through feel that damned exhilarating!

Yemo really hadn’t abandoned the spear!

If he were only doing Spear training, undistracted, it’d be even better.

Once he floated back up, seeing that the three old geezers weren’t mocking him, Duan Xiyang was quite surprised. These three old bastards could actually pass up such a perfect chance to laugh at him?

Did the sun rise in the west today?

Yan Nan gave a bitter smile and asked, "Well?"

"Satisfied!"

Duan Xiyang’s whole body was brimming with vitality, the grin on his face impossible to suppress.

"You’re doing great. But your Brother Bai remembered something because of that spear."

Yan Nan smiled wryly.

Duan Xiyang paused, then looked at Bai Jing, frowning: "You... remembered?"

Bai Jing was silent for a long while, then suddenly let out a couple of low chuckles and said, "It’s not that I remembered—it’s that I... never forgot."

Yan Nan gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and sighed: "No wonder that cold-hearted streak of yours just keeps getting worse. If you’d just said you hadn’t forgotten... you really..."

Bai Jing fell quiet, murmuring softly, "Fifth Brother, your own eldest son, born of your flesh and blood, drives a spear into your heart, runs you through—how does that feel? That kind of pain... don’t talk about me not changing now, I won’t change even in my next life!"

Yan Nan grimaced as though with a toothache: "Didn’t the eldest wash your memory for you? How can you still remember?"

Bai Jing said coolly, "He did wash it. But my heart ached for four hundred years, and then I suddenly remembered. Remembered that it was my own son who stabbed me. After I remembered, it stopped hurting."

"You all thought I’d forgotten. All thought the eldest used Heavenly Divine Skill to wash it away... but Fifth Brother, the eldest’s Divine Skill, even Heaven’s will, isn’t omnipotent. He can erase every past, but some pasts cannot be washed clean!"

Bai Jing’s expression was calm; he even showed a faint smile, his voice level as he said, "That was the life continuation I once believed in, my own blood, the son I raised like a jewel, like a treasure. A son I’d gladly trade my life for his. In full possession of his sanity, together with my direct-successor eldest Disciple, he stood before me, listed out all my lifetime’s sins... and then drove a spear through my heart!"