Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Qi Nu felt choked, that giant strength at his throat pretty much breaking his bones.
He couldn’t use any strength at all, he couldn’t even struggle. He could only look towards this half-monster teen who just used one hand and grabbed onto his neck in utmost fear.
That absolutely handsome face actually had a smile on it, but it was really cold, totally no warmth in it. What reflected into his eyes was a coldness that seeped into his lungs, filling him with shock and trepidation.
The surrounding men looked over in astonishment. Looking at Zong Shou, they felt that this was really absurd.
The feeling was like seeing a bunny that couldn’t even bite a person suddenly becoming a Desolate Era god that wanted their lives!
Just now, he was still panting heavily, like he was about to fall down at any moment. Even at this moment he didn’t have any aura around him, even feeling weaker than those normal people who had opened up a few meridians… and in just the blink of an eye, a flash of the body, and he had instantly killed Qi Nu.
…Although Qi Nu had not died yet, but the meridians and veins within his throat were already broken into pieces, blood spilling out, there was pretty much no chance of him surviving.
The series of actions was so quick that they couldn’t see what had happened.
Gong Xinran was dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening in front of her eyes.
Qi Nu was filled with killing intent moments ago, laughing and teasing the two of them casually. How did Zong Shou, who should be weak and powerless, grab onto his neck in the blink of an eye and leave him waiting for his own death.
The hand closed, there was a crack, and Qi Nu’s neck was snapped! With it his last bit of life force slipped away.
Zong Shou casually threw away the bleeding head in his hand, taking in a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent rumbling in his body and all the rage inside him. He acted like the ones left didn’t exist as he moved his legs with much difficulty towards the peach tree.
He first used a few needles near the wounds of Gong Xinran, sealing up her blood vessels and meridians. Only then did he pull out the sword that had pinned her to the tree.
Not much blood flowed out, but Zong Shou’s eyes dimmed slightly. Her lungs and internal organs were badly hurt, and her spleen was torn apart. Unless one had those legendary pills that could grow bones and flesh of people, only then could her life be saved. The only thing he could do now was to help her extend her life.
All the rushing he had done before this was all for nothing, as he was still a little late in the end.
Gong Xinran had gotten over it, instead of feeling despair, she gave him a consoling smile. Her body trembled slightly from the cold.
Zong Shou pierced her with a few more golden needles, helping to keep her more energetic and conscious, and he silently took off his outer jacket and covered her body.
The hostility which was gathering up in his chest was unable to be suppressed anymore, and it flooded into his brain.
A killing intent rising once more, the aura was instantly being picked up by the five people who were looking on warily. Their eyes turned sharp, like civet cats as they pounced right at him swiftly.
“Die!”
Screaming, a few blade shadows flew towards him from all directions. A fist wind was encapsulated within, but before they could reach him, there was a thunderous tremble.
There strikes were afraid that he wouldn’t die, really intense and overbearing, with no holds barred.
Zong Shou mocked himself. He had originally thought that the state of his heart had reached a level where even if the heavens were torn apart he wouldn’t be shocked. But when such things happened, it was inevitable for him to lose his calm.
Even if he tossed aside all the memories and feelings of that Zong Shou, he would probably be unable to keep calm. The violent tendencies within his chest were something that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
He wanted to see blood! He wanted to kill! He wanted to destroy this bunch of animals!
He still didn’t move, taking out a golden needle and sticking it into the corner of her forehead.
Only when the blade and sword lights were close to his body did a sharp glow explode out within his eyes!
His sleeves moved slightly as two Willow Talisman Knives shot out.
Six God Defensive Knife: when the knife shoots out, a life is ended!
The green knives that flew into the air shot through the heavy blade screen around him, precisely nailing the necks of two of the Mythic Masters.
His right hand pulled out his sword as his entire body flashed once more. He retreated and dodged to the side. When he turned back a fury of sword strikes rained out, instantly drowning out everything within a hundred feet of his front!
Blood flew, sword light scattering around. When everything regained silence, Zong Shou was already standing two hundred feet past them.
Everywhere he passed had pieces of meat scattered all over! There were two people who had their hands pressing on their throats as they knelt on the ground. Blood was spurting out like a fountain, seeping out from their fingertips. The life in their eyes were slowly dimming.
Only that person who used his fist was perfectly fine. However his body had over ten sword cuts, his face ashen white as he stood rooted to the spot.
He had personally witnessed two of his friends being stabbed in the throat by one Willow Talisman Knife.
The other two were instantly cut up into many pieces by the sword light storm started by that teen.
In that instant, who knows how many swords had slashed out, it was all unbelievably quick. Two perfectly intact bodies were diced up into scattered pieces of meat.
He had been through hundreds of battles in his life and he had never felt as powerless as today. He had faced Xiantian experts before, but he had never felt as much fear than from the half-monster teen in front of him.
Gong Xinran was startled once more, the eyes which she looked towards Zong Shou with were a little unfamiliar. Was this truly the shy and low self-esteem disciple she met in the college?
The person whom all seniors and teachers evaluated as having a Dual Meridian Body and wouldn’t be able to have any achievements in life; the person who was humiliated by others, making her empathize with him. Was he truly the same person as the one whose body was giving off a terrfying aura right in front of her?
When he came he seemed exhausted to the limit, but in such a short moment he had eliminated Qi Nu. And in just two breaths he had injured one and killed four Mythic Masters who each had their own special sets of skills. They all died in such a tragic manner, making it such that one couldn’t bear to look on. It was like he didn’t use any strength at all, and that it was really easily achieved by him.
Each and every action tugged at one’s mind.
Zong Shou flicked his sword and cleared off the meat and blood on it. His chest felt much better, but that intent hadn’t stopped just yet. That intense brutality was so thick that it felt like it was about to manifest itself, turning into a blade and stabbing out of his chest.
Once he looked at the woman under the peach tree, the remaining sense of happiness in his heart had disappeared.
The remaining Mythic Master fled crazily for his life. The corner of Zong Shou’s lips couldn’t help but rise coldly, filled with disdain.
His left hand’s finger moved slightly and another Willow Talisman Knife flew through the air.
A few months ago, with just a Martial Warrior body, he could use a knife to heavily injure Blazing Sword Wu Wei. The current knife would naturally hit without any chance of missing.
After the knife shot out, Zong Shou didn’t even bother to look, walking directly to the peach tree.
As expected, just as he started walking, he heard the crisp sound of the talisman knife stabbing right into the spine. A body dropped roughly to the ground, dust and sand flying up into the air.
Zong Shou sighed, walking over in front of Gong Xinran. He hesitated slightly before opening his mouth bitterly, “Senior sister, do you have any last wishes?”
