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Chapter 108: Not Letting Him Return [Extra Chapter for Tiger, Not Big Cat Alliance Leader]
Chapter 108: Not Letting Him Return [Extra Chapter for Tiger, Not Big Cat Alliance Leader]
The sword radiance shone brilliantly, piercing through the heavens and reaching the earth.
The entire land was illuminated by the sword's glow.
Everyone who witnessed the sword's radiance felt their souls tremble, and their hearts were filled with indescribable awe.
The entire White Cloud Academy shook slightly.
"The Sword Lord has made his move! In this realm, there's actually someone worthy of the Sword Lord's intervention! And he's unsheathed his sword!"
The three were shocked beyond words.
But they immediately closed their mouths and quickly tidied up their rooms.
Since the Sword Lord had taken action, the matter must have reached an extreme level of seriousness; such a significant event was not something they were qualified to be involved in.
After collecting Wei Zihao's corpse, the three sighed.
They couldn't save the student.
Who would have thought that the betrayal would come so quickly?
...
In the mountains.
Jiang Wuwang carried the mummy on his back, his long whip transforming into a torrent of dark clouds, as spirit energy howled and frantically attacked Yang Luoyu ahead.
The mummy lay weakly on his back, as if half of its life force had already been extinguished.
And in fact, half of its life force was indeed gone.
The Blood Spirit Awakening had taken effect, but it was immediately dried up after its effectiveness; the resurrection had just begun when it was forcibly interrupted.
This injury inflicted unimaginable damage on the mummy, and it was only due to the accumulated merits over the years that it didn't turn into powder on the spot.
Yang Luoyu, the Judge of Hell's Flute, was using all his power to prevent Jiang Wuwang from leaving with the mummy, each strike carrying destructive power, like a messenger of the King of Hell wielding a soul-snatching chain.
Their high-altitude battle shredded the nearby clouds.
You advance, I retreat; you retreat, I advance.
Although Yang Luoyu's cultivation was slightly behind Jiang Wuwang, it was not difficult for him to hold Jiang Wuwang back.
Below, the mountains and valleys were silent.
But both parties knew that there were their people in these mountains, and there must also be the other party's people.
They were all waiting for the right moment to strike.
The high-altitude hurricane howled as the two fought back and forth, constantly engaging in life-and-death battles. Each move was a desperate one.
Slowly, they approached a tall mountain.
"Yang Luoyu, do you really want us to die together?!"
Jiang Wuwang roared fiercely.
"So what if we die together? I don't have any other regrets besides the slight feeling of dying together," Yang Luoyu said calmly.
"Damn it, you bunch of lunatics!"
Jiang Wuwang was furious.
It was clear that Yang Luoyu was not his match, but the gap between the two was not a situation where one could completely overpower the other.
Moreover, he had to carry the mummy, which slowed him down even more.
So, when he was entangled by Yang Luoyu, he could only use the Blood Burning Technique once, instantly increasing his speed tenfold to create some distance.
But this time, Yang Luoyu was different from before; previously, he would give up if he couldn't catch up, but this time, he was determined to catch up, even if it meant burning his divine power.
When the Blood Burning Technique ended, Yang Luoyu used time to close the distance again, and the fierce battle resumed!
"Damn it, he's gone crazy, crazy!"
Jiang Wuwang cursed frantically, fighting all the way.
But he dared not use the Blood Burning Technique again, as the energy consumption was too great, resulting in an extremely slow speed.
Just then, a sword radiance, like a meteor, came from the east.
Yang Luoyu let out a long whistle, and the jade flute unleashed its full power, tightly entangling with Jiang Wuwang.
For a moment, it was a sacrificial fighting style.
"Ahhhh!"
Jiang Wuwang's heart and gallbladder shattered, and the Spirit Shattering Whip frantically struck out.
From afar, he saw the sword radiance and knew who had arrived.
If Yang Luoyu entangled him, he would truly lose his head here.
Just then, from the forest below, a black light shot up into the sky, meeting the sword radiance.
"Snow Condensing Sword! Do you still recognize the Hundred Battles Saber?!"
With a loud shout, followed by a deafening boom, the sword radiance pierced through the heavens and earth, illuminating the heavens.
And in front, a long-handled saber appeared.
The saber's handle was two zhang long, and the blade was a meter and a half in length.
The saber trembled in the air.
It was the Hundred Battles Saber, the sixth-ranked protector of the Only Me Sect, from the Arsenal Catalog.
"Ranked sixth, the mere Hundred Battles Saber, dares to block my sword!"
The Snow Condensing Sword stood upright, its eyes and brows filled with ice and snow, and it struck out once more.
Four people fought in the air, and instantly, no one dared to approach within a thousand li.
...
This battle darkened the sky and shook the earth.
The Only Me Sect's protectors fought and retreated, with new experts continuously joining the battle.
The battle continued for tens of thousands of li, eventually turning into a massive Arsenal Catalog battle!
In the final moments...
Finally, at the most critical moment, the Snow Condensing Sword forced the Hundred Battles Saber back several zhang away. With a swift strike, it pierced through Jiang Wuwang's shoulder, and as Jiang Wuwang screamed in agony and retreated, the sword radiance flashed, and the sword's aura was chilling.
As it descended, it was about to slay the mummy.
At this life-and-death moment.
The mummy on Jiang Wuwang's back suddenly raised its head. Its pitch-black eyes shot out intense hatred and unwillingness.
"Get lost!"
A dry, bony hand suddenly shot out a black light.
As the black light emerged, the entire world seemed to lose its color.
Fusion Middleware.
With a boom, the Snow Condensing Sword's radiance condensed into a pillar of light, clashing fiercely.
A muffled hum sounded, and the Snow Condensing Sword was repelled by the black light. The white-robed figure retreated thousands of zhang, laughing heartily, "Mission accomplished, let's go!"
In the blink of an eye, the protectors' experts retreated, leaving nothing behind.
The battle has reached the Xin Chu Border. Beyond this lies the territory of the Only Me Sect.
Countless dark shadows soar towards them, welcoming their arrival.
"Make sure that guy takes action and fights you head-on! Even if it means completing the mission!"
"If he doesn't act, just kill a few of them. It'll still be beneficial for us!"
These were the orders Dong Fang Sansan gave to Snow Condensing Sword.
Now, the mission is accomplished.
The Protectors retreat.
On Jiang Wuwang's back, the mummy groans softly, and his entire body shrinks, even losing vitality between the bones.
Silently, it crawls back onto Jiang Wuwang, making a cracking sound.
The dangling hand naturally falls, shedding a few fingers.
Then, the arms, legs, and feet also show signs of natural detachment.
Jiang Wuwang is startled.
Hurriedly, he takes out a large piece of black cloth, wraps the mummy inside, and retrieves the fallen fingers. With a whistle, he flies back with the others.
...
On a distant mountain peak, Snow Soothing Flute and Duan Xiyang face each other with their weapons drawn.
Neither makes a move.
Even the intent of the sword and spear do not intertwine. It seems like they are just going through the motions.
After a moment, Snow Soothing Flute speaks softly, "Your people have returned."
Duan Xiyang's tone is equally calm, "They have."
Snow Soothing Flute smiles with a hint of mockery, "You're surprisingly composed today."
"It's not that I'm composed, it's that I don't want to kill you," Duan Xiyang says.
Snow Soothing Flute pauses for a moment, then says, "It's not that I don't want to kill you the most, but I just can't bring myself to do it."
Duan Xiyang replies coldly, "Because of the hidden person?"
Snow Soothing Flute's gaze sharpens as he stares at Duan Xiyang, "Is the hidden person Master Zheng of your Heavenly Deity Sect?"
Duan Xiyang's expression changes slightly, "I can't tell you that, but I'm surprised you know about Master Zheng."
Snow Soothing Flute sighs softly, "It's a shame we never fought with your sect's leader. I've heard that your leader gazes upon the vastness of the heavens, reigning supreme in the east of the starry river; looking down upon the heroes of the world, a legend in his lifetime. I, Snow Soothing Flute, have always wanted to witness his prowess."
Duan Xiyang scoffs, "Those who witnessed his methods are now soul-destroyed. You're not qualified!"
Snow Soothing Flute chuckles, but does not refute this statement.
Regarding the leader of the Only Me Sect, he has no confidence, not even in the possibility of returning unscathed.
There's no need to talk about boasting.
"Snow Soothing Flute, if you stop here, you'll never have the chance to face our leader in your lifetime."
Duan Xiyang speaks.
"Then I'll try harder."
"If you want to challenge our leader, I, Duan Xiyang, am a mountain you cannot surpass."
Duan Xiyang says, "You must defeat me first."
Snow Soothing Flute's sword emits a clear, ringing sound, and his voice becomes ethereal, "Brother Duan, there will be a day. There will definitely be that day."
His voice is full of certainty.
Duan Xiyang smiles faintly, his gaze fixed on the tip of his white bone shattering dream spear, his eyes resolute.
"I'm surprised you didn't make a move. It's beyond my expectations," Snow Soothing Flute says.
Duan Xiyang turns to look at the distant setting sun and speaks softly, "In the past... I suffered a great loss at his hands. I don't want him back!"
His words are sincere.
Snow Soothing Flute says, "But he still returned."
"But you took away his vital energy."
Snow Soothing Flute replies indifferently, "We couldn't let him return unscathed. While we can't stop him from going back, he must expend his vital energy to do so. Our goal is to deplete his vital energy."
"We can't stop him from returning, but by hindering his quick recovery, we've achieved a small victory."
Duan Xiyang speaks calmly, "Are you proud of yourself? Depleting his vital energy, a great victory? Do you and Dong Fang Sansan think he won't be able to come out for at least a few hundred or even a thousand years?"
Snow Soothing Flute asks, "Isn't that the case?"
"No. You're thinking too simply."
Duan Xiyang turns and walks away, instantly sheathing his white bone spear, and his black cloak flickers in the distance before disappearing.
Only his voice carries back, "Within a hundred years, he can return!"
But even if he returns, he'll have to get past me first.
Duan Xiyang's arrogant and ruthless voice is accompanied by a burst of laughter before fading away.
Snow Soothing Flute is stunned.
A hundred years?
How is that possible?
With the divided soul trapped, they can find a way to destroy it upon return; the vital energy is depleted; and the resurrection is interrupted. How can he possibly return within a hundred years?!
But Duan Xiyang has already left. Even if he were here, he wouldn't answer this question.
Snow Soothing Flute sighs.
He slowly sheathes his sword.
The Cutting Emotion Saber emits a clear ringing sound, seemingly expressing dissatisfaction at not fighting with full force.
"Don't worry, old friend. There will be plenty of opportunities to fight. We must fight for the others."
Snow Soothing Flute gently caresses the Cutting Emotion Saber and reassures it.
The saber calms down.
Snow Soothing Flute's body rises and instantly transforms into a cloud of white, disappearing without a trace.
...
(End of Chapter)
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