flstandardbreds Chapter 181 Liu Yubao's Qixi Festival Gift
Chapter 181 Liu Yubao's Qixi Festival Gift
Chapter 181 Liu Yubao's Qixi Festival Gift
"Why not?" Zhuo Yang asked casually.
With a flick of his dragon-patterned longsword, the roar of the dragon became a declaration of war.
"You actually killed Wang Shanlong's assistant! You have no respect for the Wang family, let alone the Moyun Sword Sect!" Li Wenhao roared angrily, his chivalrous demeanor completely gone, leaving only ferocity and cruelty.
"Heh!" Zhuo Yang sneered, "That's the best joke I've ever heard!"
"What did you say?" A gust of wind swept around Li Wenhao, making his loose suit flutter loudly, and his murderous aura was uncontrollably released.
Zhuo Yang looked up at the sky and laughed three times: "What is the Mo Yun Sword Sect? They sneaked into my house to hunt down my steward and pets. I killed them, and the Mo Yun Sword Sect sent more experts to my house to burn, kill, and plunder. What's the difference between them and bandits?"
"The Wang family is even more ridiculous. Just because of something that happened back then, they have harmed my father for more than ten years, and then they have harmed me for more than ten years. Is this what a big family is like?"
In my eyes, you are all trash!
His anger reached its peak, and Zhuo Yang uttered all the curses he wanted to say.
"You are not allowed to insult the Moyun Sword Sect!" Enraged, Li Wenhao stomped his foot on the ground, causing it to explode and sending dirt flying.
He leaped towards Zhuo Yang, and halfway there, he swept his sword across, unleashing a barrage of ink-like arrows that rained down on Zhuo Yang.
"If you want war, then let's fight!"
Zhuo Yang let out a cold laugh and swung his sword to meet the splashing ink from the sky.
dang dang...
A series of metallic clanging sounds echoed across Tombstone Mountain. The countless ink arrows were all shattered by Zhuo Yang's swordsmanship. He became one with his sword and continued to charge towards Li Wenhao.
Li Wenhao was shocked to find Zhuo Yang's swordsmanship so formidable, and he leaped into the air to dodge.
Zhuo Yang twisted his body and pursued relentlessly like a missile.
The sword gleamed with light, its indomitable spirit once again seizing the righteous energy of heaven and earth, determined to eradicate all injustice in the world.
"Don't panic, Senior Brother, Leng Jun is here!"
A dark cloud swept in at high speed from the sky, and above it stood a sharp figure, Leng Jun, with a resolute expression, thrusting his sword out from mid-air.
A massive ink-black sword burst forth from the ink-black clouds, hurtling straight toward Zhuo Yang.
"Hmph!" Zhuo Yang sneered, his body turning back at an odd angle, and immediately crashing into the black sword.
With a deafening roar, a gust of wind swept through the manor, sending dirt flying everywhere. The lawn was instantly destroyed, and distant trees swayed violently, nearly snapping in two.
"Fourth Senior Brother, Sixth Junior Brother, Hua Cheng has come to lend his assistance!"
Before the gale subsided, a figure burst out of the woods, a dark cloud rising beneath his feet. Hua Cheng stepped on the dark cloud and soared into the sky.
The shockwave from the explosion spread out, and in the clear sky, Li Wenhao, Leng Jun, and Hua Cheng surrounded Zhuo Yang from three directions.
"Zhuo Yang, if you are willing to lay down your weapon and cripple your cultivation now, I can take you back to the Mo Yun Sword Sect to accept your punishment. You won't have to die right now!" Leng Jun pointed his sword at Zhuo Yang, his voice cold and his person even colder.
"Zhuo Yang, give up resisting. The Three Swordsmen of Mo Yun are all experts at the Golden Core stage. You can't withstand them!" Li Wenhao solemnly advised, adopting the posture of a chivalrous hero.
Hua Cheng remained silent, his expression calm yet revealing intense excitement, the long sword in his hand still pointing at Zhuo Yang.
"The Three Musketeers of Moyun?" Zhuo Yang laughed mockingly. "You three mere amateurs think you can make me surrender? Keep dreaming!"
He reached out and grabbed a red lacquered gourd in his hand, then tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of strong liquor.
The demon lord who drinks wine will surely fight to the death!
"Zhuo Yang, you've brought this upon yourself!" Li Wenhao's face darkened, and he shouted, "Ink Cloud Three Talents Formation, activate!"
The three of them swung their swords at the same time, sending streaks of ink flying into the sky, instantly obscuring it and casting a dark, oppressive shadow over everything.
Zhuo Yang glanced around, sneered, and looked at the three people again, only to find that they were all gone. All that remained was the thick ink splatter, and the scenery on the tombstone hill was no longer visible.
Suddenly, a splash of ink, seemingly casual, swept over him, yet Zhuo Yang sensed a powerful killing intent.
He dodged aside, and another blot of ink came rushing towards him from behind.
Then came another... endless, each wave faster and each wave more deadly than the last.
In an instant, Zhuo Yang was plunged into a huge crisis.
At this moment, a wisp of smoke drifted from the entrance of the tombstone cave, revealing Liu Yubao's figure. Her face was bluish-purple, and she collapsed to the ground before she could finish speaking.
"Yu Bao!"
Dongfang Ke'er quickly ran over to support her and called out to her softly.
There were still many people inside the cave: Dongfang Jiye, Zhuo Yuze, Huang Jia, and Lin Shishi, who was holding Xiao Rou. None of them hid inside the cave; they were all looking at Liu Yubao with worried eyes.
"I'm fine. Where's Xiaorou? Come here!" Liu Yubao forced himself to stand up and looked at Xiaorou, who was curled up in Lin Shishi's arms.
Xiao Rou trembled violently, buried her head, and said in a trembling voice, "I don't want to go, I won't go, they are all so scary, they set fire to the house and tried to kill people!"
Liu Yubao sighed, pushed Ke'er aside, and came to Lin Shishi.
"Yu Bao, don't force her. She's just a seven-year-old child!" Lin Shishi's face was pale. Her son was fighting desperately, and she couldn't help him. As she finished speaking, tears rolled down her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away.
Liu Yubao nodded and forced a smile, "I won't force her, I just want to say a few words to her."
Xiao Rou then raised her head, her face filled with terror. "Sister Yu Bao, I'm so scared, Brother Zhuo Yang... Waaah..."
The crying was suppressed; she covered her mouth, afraid that the sound would spread and attract those vicious people.
"Today is Qixi Festival, Xiaorou." Liu Yubao gently patted her head a few times. "I want to give Zhuoyang a Qixi Festival gift. Can you help me, Xiaorou?"
Xiaorou raised her tear-streaked face and nodded vigorously.
"Give me your fear, okay?" Liu Yubao smiled slightly, her exquisite face filled with determination.
"Okay!" Xiaorou looked at her blankly. "But, what is fear?"
"You don't need to understand, sister doesn't want your soul, she only wants your inner demons!" Liu Yubao smiled faintly.
Inner demons are what cultivators fear most, because they are themselves, and fighting against oneself requires immense perseverance and courage.
Xiao Rou was even more confused and nodded blankly.
"Don't resist, it will hurt a little, but only for a moment!" Liu Yubao said gently with a smile, then reached out and patted Xiao Rou on the head.
A wisp of green energy flew out from Xiao Rou's head and clenched tightly in Liu Yubao's hand.
Xiao Rou covered her mouth tightly, trembling in pain, her clothes quickly soaked with cold sweat.
Liu Yubao patted her on the head again.
Xiao Rou's expression immediately returned to normal, and she stood up from Lin Shishi's embrace.
"Master, I'm here!"
A cloud of dust rose into the air, and Xiaorou's figure had vanished.
Liu Yubao's face darkened, and he trembled as he supported Dongfang Ke'er: "Master, this is my Qixi Festival gift to you, a great master in the Nascent Soul stage!"