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The power of Ye Tian's Nine Seal Technique was something Wu Xiaozhuang was well aware of. If it were to break through, it would mean the terrible consequence of having his arms rendered useless.
"One!"
At that moment, Ye Tian's lips moved slightly as he began the countdown.
Wu Xiaozhuang paused for a moment, thinking about running away, but that would be too embarrassing. Not running would mean suffering a great loss, and fighting back would surely lead to defeat. This dilemma left him feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Two!"
Ye Tian's mocking voice rang out again, and in that moment of distraction, Wu Xiaozhuang realized he had no way out.
"To hell with you!"
Since escape was impossible, Wu Xiaozhuang steeled himself and decided to confront Ye Tian head-on.
With a loud curse, he summoned all his strength to channel his energy. With a buzzing sound, a layer of dark red energy surged around his arms, swirling continuously as he prepared to resist the impending Nine Seal Technique.
"Not running anymore?" Ye Tian asked lazily, teasingly.
"Come on! Break through! Do you really think your Nine Seal Technique can hurt me?!" Wu Xiaozhuang shouted defiantly, though his heart felt otherwise.
"I asked if you're not running anymore," Ye Tian replied with a chuckle at Wu Xiaozhuang's flustered state. "Cherish this opportunity; there's still one number left to count."
"You can count it down in hell!"
Wu Xiaozhuang could no longer hold back. For him, it had always been about controlling others' fates. Even someone as strong as Xu Tai, a Martial Master, had been toyed with by him.
But now, being forced into such a corner by Ye Tian made him furious—so furious that he was beyond enraged.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xiaozhuang shot forward like an arrow, his fists swirling with fierce wind and dark red energy, launching an intimidating attack toward Ye Tian.
"Alas..." Ye Tian shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Impulsiveness can be deadly..."
Seeing Ye Tian remain calm in the face of his attack only fueled Wu Xiaozhuang's anger. He shouted with a wild grin, "Damn you, Ye Tian! Go die!"
The word "die" was drawn out, and his howling voice became even more piercing amidst the raging wind and rain.
Whoosh!
The powerful energy seemed to momentarily halt the fierce wind as Wu Xiaozhuang's fist, carrying a terrifying momentum, struck violently at Ye Tian's chest.
A faint smile curved on Ye Tian's lips. Despite the attack capable of instantly shattering stone, he remained unfazed, his expression calm. The force of the wind from the impact made his clothes flutter wildly, and his long hair seemed to struggle against it, wildly blowing backward.
Feeling somewhat overwhelmed, he decided to simply close his eyes...
His eyelids slowly shut while his thin lips parted slightly.
"Break."
The voice was neither loud nor urgent, sounding as casual as greeting a familiar face on a morning stroll.
The arena fell silent for a moment, then...
Bang!
An explosion erupted suddenly, like a thunderclap!
Under this explosive sound, Wu Xiaozhuang's energy collapsed instantly. Starting from his fists, it shattered repeatedly until it reached his shoulders!
"Ah!!"
A scream akin to that of a slaughtered pig echoed through the night, sounding even more tragic amidst the stormy backdrop.
Wu Xiaozhuang fell to the ground in a disheveled state, blood gushing from his wounds. He tried to cover them with his hands, but both arms were already gone.
"Ah~~!"
The heart-wrenching pain continuously assaulted the nerves as Wu Xiaozhuang rolled back and forth on the muddy riverbank, his expression filled with agony, looking exceptionally miserable.
"Wu Xiaozhuang."
Ye Tian slowly walked forward, gripping Wu Xiaozhuang's collar, his voice cold as frost.
The terror in Wu Xiaozhuang's eyes could not be suppressed; it was only at this moment that he truly felt death approaching.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Wu Xiaozhuang shouted hoarsely, kicking his legs wildly as if trying to escape Ye Tian's grasp, wanting to get as far away as possible.
With more force, Ye Tian yanked Wu Xiaozhuang in front of him, his eyes, which could chill one to the bone, fixed intently on him. He spoke slowly and deliberately: "You must die!"
"Please don't kill me! Give me a chance! I beg you!" Wu Xiaozhuang cried out, tears streaming down his face, pleading like a wailing ghost.
"I gave you a chance. When Leng Ping was killed, I hinted and warned you, but not only did you not repent, you actually became even worse!"
Ye Tian pushed Wu Xiaozhuang hard, throwing him to the ground. He then slowly stood up and looked up at the vast night sky.
At this moment, the sky was extremely gloomy, and the torrential rain continued to pour down without pause. Occasionally, flashes of lightning streaked through the thick clouds, followed by thunderous sounds.
As if speaking to those who had already passed away, Ye Tian's eyes glistened slightly with moisture as he murmured: "Grandpa Leng, Leng Ping, Leng Ji..."
The names of those harmed by Wu Xiaozhuang echoed one by one from Ye Tian's lips. Although his voice was low and deep, to Wu Xiaozhuang it sounded like a judgment from hell.
With Ye Tian's murmurs, the expression on his face grew colder than ice, a solemn killing intent gradually spreading.
Under the stimulation of this murderous intent, birds in the forest flew away in fright and fish in the lake sank below the surface. Moments later, the surroundings fell into complete silence.
The world was desolate, with only the fierce wind and torrential rain remaining.
In this tense atmosphere, Wu Xiaozhuang didn't even dare to breathe, his heart racing as he glanced at the figure standing silently before him, a wave of despair washing over him.
"Wu Xiaozhuang, have you ever thought about how today would end?"
Ye Tian finally spoke, but the tone of his voice was like a judgment, deepening Wu Xiaozhuang's despair.
Memories flooded back, the faces of those he had harmed vividly appearing in his mind. As he recalled the cruel and satisfied smile on his face when he caused their deaths, it felt like an even harsher reminder now.
A hand slowly reached out and gently rested on Wu Xiaozhuang's head.
"Don't kill me... don't kill me..." At that moment, Wu Xiaozhuang could utter no other words, only tremblingly shaking his head with a twisted and pitiful expression.
"I won't kill you..." Ye Tian said thoughtfully.
"Don't kill me..." Wu Xiaozhuang continued in that state, looking more pathetic than a dog begging for mercy.
Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in Ye Tian's dark eyes, and his voice rose with anger.
"If I don't kill you, how can I comfort those lost lives?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a blue light flickered above Wu Xiaozhuang's head.
Then, with a loud bang, blood and milky brain matter splattered everywhere as a head exploded into pieces, the body collapsing lifelessly.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Tian bowed three times toward the sky. After a moment of silence, he softly said, "The great revenge has been avenged; I hope your souls can find peace."
With that, he soared into the sky and swiftly dashed across the surface of Lake Surface.
...
The smell of blood in the air was still pungent, but due to the heavy rain washing over it, the bloodstains on the ground had been completely cleared away.
At this moment, Ye Tian was kneeling beside a corpse, his expression filled with sorrow and speechless shock.
In his mind, the image of that aged yet spirited figure seemed to stand before him. He laughed heartily, patted his own shoulder, sometimes asked questions in a nagging manner, and would also playfully act like a child.
"Grandpa Leng..."
Ye Tian's voice choked with emotion. Although he had not spent much time with Leng Wanli, their bond had deepened immensely in just a few short days. In Ye Tian's heart, that white-haired elder had already become his closest kin.
However, fate played its cruel hand; in just three days, this vibrant elder had left him, forever separated by the veil of death.
"Grandpa Leng!"
Ye Tian could no longer contain the grief within him and let out a howl towards the sky. The intensity of his voice even drowned out the pouring rain, suddenly piercing through the heavens.
Yet the deceased were gone; no matter how sorrowful one felt, they could not be brought back. After howling for a while, Ye Tian gritted his teeth in silence and then lifted the now cold body, walking towards the house.
After laying Leng Wanli's body to rest, Ye Tian returned to his dwelling in a daze.
Creak...
The door was gently pushed open, revealing a square table and two large chairs.
Ye Tian froze, staring at the empty tabletop as tears welled up in his eyes.
For there he saw two figures, an old man and a young boy, their faces beaming with joy as they held wine jars and engaged in lively conversation.
"How much can you drink?"
"A jar!"
"Haha! Not bad! I didn't have this kind of drinking capacity back in my day!"
"Drink! Today we won't stop until we're drunk!"
Taking a deep breath, Ye Tian shook his head vigorously, trying to avoid letting those past scenes invade his mind and striving not to immerse himself in sorrowful memories.
Footsteps drifted lightly as they entered the room. The gaze turned towards the bed, where two volumes of Classic Text lay quietly.
A wave of sorrow surged uncontrollably in the heart, and looking at the Classic Text that had yet to be read, tears suddenly filled the eyes.
Just this afternoon, the old man was still full of life, imparting his wisdom with a commanding presence. He casually tossed this Clan Treasure into my arms and smiled gently. I was also preparing to present him with the surprise that would allow him to return to his peak.
But alas, it was just a tiny bit, merely a fraction, and because of that small margin, the old man could no longer enjoy the Gentle Breeze at the Pavilion or revel in the sunset with a hearty drink. All of this... if not for fate's cruel twist, who else should bear the blame?
"Wu Family, Wu Tianci!"
Ye Tian's expression was filled with rage as he gritted his teeth and spat out these words.
Although Wu Xiaozhuang was dead, it did not alleviate Ye Tianxin's hatred!
As the saying goes, blood debts must be repaid in blood, but in Ye Tian's eyes, blood debts could only be settled through complete annihilation!
To the readers:
Due to some trivial matters, this chapter was not checked before being posted. Please forgive any typos; I will strive to avoid them in the future.
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