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Yama's Wedding
Yao Guang looked at the scene before him, surprised to find that this national master actually had some skills. He had thought he was merely a facade.
“Stop me?” Xue laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke.
“Xue.” Xue's demeanor was quite unusual. It was always Yao Guang who lost his composure, but now Xue was being aggressive, a stark contrast to his usual calm self.
Xue gestured to Yao Guang that he was fine. Deep down, he knew he shouldn't be losing control like this, but he couldn't help it. He had only wanted to rescue Jun Ruo and leave, but this national master kept entangling him. When Xue finally focused on this so-called national master, he was taken aback. He had initially thought the dark aura surrounding the master was merely due to some sinister spells he practiced, but instead, he saw countless vengeful spirits behind him. No, they weren't just vengeful spirits; they were the souls of the deceased, countless souls tightly wrapped around the national master's body. Their expressions were filled with agony, indicating they had suffered greatly before death. Moreover, they were tightly imprisoned within the master's body, forced to struggle against one another in a confined space, unable to escape or reincarnate.
As the King of Hell in the underworld, Xue could not feel happy witnessing such a scene. Even an ordinary person would be appalled to see how this national master disregarded so many lives for his own selfish desires. As Xue recalled what he had seen when they first arrived—how the national master treated Jun Ruo—it quickly dawned on him that this master would stop at nothing to achieve immortality. However, he would ultimately be disappointed; someone like him could never become an immortal. He lacked even the most basic virtues required for ascension and yet still dreamed of becoming one—how ridiculous.
Seeing Xue's disdainful expression, the national master flew into a rage. “You insolent brat! Today I will ensure you have no way back.”
Xue glared fiercely at the national master. “You truly do not know your own limits. Today I shall act for justice.” He addressed the national master, believing that someone with such powers should not remain in the mortal realm; it was better to eliminate him now than risk future chaos when he might rise again.
The national master's eyes darkened ominously as he coldly retorted, “Then let’s see who is truly more powerful.”
With that, the national master retracted the Whisk that had previously blocked Yao Guang and the others' path. Though it appeared unremarkable at first glance, he infused his magical power into it. Xue clearly observed how black light surged from the tail of the Whisk in an instant; all the dark energy that had been swirling around him was absorbed into it in that moment, accompanied by anguished wails from those souls.
This national master had killed countless people in his lifetime and collected the powers of many gifted individuals; all of it relied on this very Whisk in his hand.
As he took a step forward, the Whisk rapidly unfurled. The individual strands seemed to have minds of their own as they swept toward Xue.
Seeing this unfold, Xue's golden light surged brilliantly around him. In his usual encounters with ordinary mortals, whenever he faced an opponent on par with him—like Xiao Yao Hao before—he always relished those moments with immense satisfaction.
As a celestial being, Xue always showed mercy when facing mortals. However, at this moment, confronted by someone who could be his own successor, Xue's patience was wearing thin. He was eager to end the battle quickly, unwilling to spare another glance at the souls behind the national master that were wailing in agony. Only by defeating the national master could he hope to free those suffering souls.
His anxious heart propelled Xue to face the Whisks head-on. The golden light surrounding him clashed with the Whisks, which crackled and hissed as they burned, unable to approach within three feet of Xue.
The flames swiftly spread along the Whisks toward the national master, who was taken aback. Although he had seen this man's strength before making a move, he thought that since the opponent was merely a half-immortal like himself, and given his own mastery of spells, he could at least hold his ground with the Whisk in hand. To his surprise, this man had effortlessly destroyed his prized Whisk with a single strike. Not only had he not been harmed in the slightest, but now he faced the possibility of injury himself. The ease with which this man fought left the national master feeling cold; he sensed an insurmountable depth to his opponent's power and felt a sense of defeat for the first time in his life.
As he saw the flames approaching him, the national master realized escape was impossible. Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, he threw away the Whisk and quickly formed a talisman with his hands, launching it directly at Xue.
Seeing the national master's desperate state, Xue sneered and leaped into the air, dodging the talisman effortlessly.
Behind him, golden light surged like towering waves and charged straight at the national master.
The national master hastily formed a barrier in an attempt to block Xue's attack.
But how could such a barrier withstand Xue's assault? Just as it seemed Xue would deliver a fatal blow, the national master turned and vanished.
Earth Escape Technique—this was bad. Realizing what had happened, Xue cursed himself for underestimating his opponent; he hadn't expected an ordinary mortal to have mastered even this simplest of techniques.
The national master reappeared beside Yao Guang and Jun Ruo, suddenly brandishing a sword. With his left hand, he grabbed Yao Guang's hair, exposing her neck while pressing the sword perilously against it with his right hand.
"Come on then, let's see how you intend to strike."
This move caught both Yao Guang and Jun Ruo off guard. Yao Guang had already lost her magical powers; though she possessed some martial skills, she couldn't utilize them in her current state. As for Jun Ruo, she had exhausted all her strength in that last effort. Seeing the national master threatening Xue, she desperately clung to his leg with whatever strength she had left but was met with several harsh kicks from him.
Amidst the sudden turmoil, Mo Yi could only watch as Jun Ruo was kicked by the National Master. Her already pale face seemed to grow even paler, and she appeared to be in immense pain.
"National Master, what are you doing?" Mo Yi asked anxiously. The figure before him, once resembling an immortal, now looked like a madman.
"National Master, hahahaha, who would want to be your National Master? I am destined to become an immortal! I have had enough of you mortals. It is you who have obstructed my path to immortality; you all deserve to die! Yes, you all deserve to die!" The National Master shouted frantically. He glanced down at Jun Ruo and viciously stomped on her several times. The brutal impact caused her to cough up blood, spilling it like a broken doll.
The National Master had gone mad, Mo Yi thought. How could someone so revered speak such words?
Seeing the National Master's state, Xue quickly retracted his spell. However, the spell was too powerful; as he turned abruptly, part of it swept towards Yao Guang and the National Master.
Wherever it passed, rocks shattered and dirt turned to dust, scattering everywhere.
The dust rushed toward Yao Guang and the National Master. At that moment, the National Master had no time to evade and could only let the particles hit him. His once neat hair was now in disarray, and his clothes were tattered; he looked nothing like the noble figure he usually presented.
Xue noticed the sword in the National Master's hand inching closer to Yao Guang's neck. It had already penetrated half an inch into her skin when Yao Guang let out a muffled groan. A trickle of blood began to flow down her neck.
Xue's heart tightened; he dared not take another step forward and could only glare at the deranged man before him.
"Let her go."
Hearing this, the National Master looked at the arrogant man before him. A hint of tension finally crossed his previously calm face as he glared back with a murderous intent, bursting into laughter.
"Hahaha! So even immortals can harbor murderous thoughts." Suddenly, his tone shifted to one filled with gloom. "Then why is it only me? Why is it only me who has never become an immortal? It's so unfair, so unfair!"
Xue had no time to pay attention to the nonsense coming from the person before him. His gaze was fixed anxiously on the sword in the man's hand. Just moments ago, during his fit of madness, that sword had plunged half an inch into Yao Guang's neck.
Panic surged through Xue. Yao Guang's soul had yet to recover, and being in a mortal body, how could she withstand such torment?
Xue shouted, "You hurt her; you will pay for it!" His eyes began to redden, a clear sign of his anger. The national master had truly crossed a line.
"What of it? If you dare take one step closer, I will drive this sword straight into her. Let's see what happens then." With Xue's weakness in hand, the national master felt no fear.
Yao Guang's expression seemed to convey something she wanted to say to Xue, but in her current state, she couldn't even make a sound.
"You..." Xue was furious but dared not provoke him further, fearing that the sword would strike Yao Guang before he could save her.
Seeing Xue's reaction only fueled the national master's arrogance. Even if he couldn't defeat this man before him, so what? He still had control over Yao Guang, who was truly a treasure in his eyes.
Looking down at Yao Guang, the national master casually brushed his hand across her face. No wonder this man cherished her so much; her skin was incredibly smooth.
Xue's heart burned with rage at the sight of the national master's actions; he wished he could summon a bolt of lightning to strike him dead.
Lightning... An idea sparked in Xue's mind as he looked at the man before him. (To be continued.)
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