Monarch Night
Chapter 126 - 84 Not Letting Him Go Back【Extra for Alliance Hierarch Big Cat】

Chapter 126: Chapter 84 Not Letting Him Go Back【Extra for Alliance Hierarch Big Cat】

Sword light was resplendent, piercing the heavens and the earth.

The entire earth was illuminated by the sword light.

Everyone who saw the sword light felt their souls shaking, their hearts overwhelmed to the extreme.

Baiyun Martial Academy shook slightly.

"Lord Jian has made his move! In this region, there is actually someone worthy of Lord Jian’s intervention! And he has drawn his sword!"

The three men were incredibly shocked.

But immediately, they shut their mouths and began tidying up the room.

Since Lord Jian had taken action, the matter had escalated to the utmost severity; such significant affairs were beyond their qualification to involved themselves.

After collecting Wei Zihao’s corpse, they all sighed.

This student, he hadn’t been saved after all.

Unexpectedly, the betrayal occurred so swiftly.

...

Among the mountains and forests.

Jiang Wuwang, carrying a dried corpse, transformed his long whip into dark rolling clouds. Spiritual Energy roared, furiously attacking Yang Luoyu ahead of him.

The dried corpse, listless and draped over him, was as weakened as if it had already lost half its life.

And in fact, it had.

The Blood Spirit Awakening had taken effect, but was immediately evaporated; the resurrection had just begun when it was abruptly interrupted.

Such damage inflicted unimaginable harm to the dried corpse—it hadn’t immediately turned to dust, which was the achievement of years accumulating.

Yang Luoyu, like Yama’s Messenger wielding the Soul Hooking Chain, was deploying all his power to prevent Jiang Wuwang from escaping with the corpse. Each strike carried the power of obliteration.

Their battle high in the sky pulverized the nearby clouds.

Advancing and retreating.

Although Yang Luoyu’s cultivation was slightly inferior to Jiang Wuwang, restraining him was not difficult.

Below, the mountains and ravines were silent.

But both knew that in these woods, there surely were their own people and also those of the opponent.

They were just waiting for the right moment to act.

High in the sky, the gale howled, both exchanging blows relentlessly, every move a fight for their lives.

Slowly, they approached a tall mountain.

"Yang Luoyu, do you really want to perish together!?" Jiang Wuwang shouted furiously.

"To perish together, so what!?" Yang Luoyu replied calmly, "Apart from feeling slightly at a loss to perish with you, I have no regrets."

"Damn, all of you maniacs!"

Jiang Wuwang was furiously enraged.

Clearly, Yang Luoyu was no match for him, but the gap between them was not one that allowed for suppression.

And he himself was carrying a burden, which brought many considerations.

Furthermore, his speed was actually inferior to Yang Luoyu’s. Carrying the corpse made it even worse.

Driven to desperation and entangled by the other, he could only use the Blood Burning Skill once to burst forth at ten times the speed to distance himself.

But unlike before, Yang Luoyu, this time, would chase relentlessly, preferring to burn his Divine Soul Power.

Once the Blood Burning Skill ended, Yang Luoyu used time to close the distance and fought fiercely again!

"Damn it, madness, sheer madness!"

Jiang Wuwang cursed frantically as he had no choice but to continue fighting while retreating.

And he didn’t dare to use the Blood Burning Skill again; the loss would be too great, making his speed extremely slow.

Just then, a sword light, like a shooting star, came from the east.

Yang Luoyu let out a long howl, deploying the Jade Flute, defiantly entangling Jiang Wuwang.

For a moment, the tactic was self-sacrificial.

"Ah!!!"

Jiang Wuwang’s heart and gall were torn apart, and the Lie Shen Whip lashed out.

He saw the sword light from afar and knew who it was.

If he was entangled by Yang Luoyu, he truly might leave his head behind here.

At that moment, from the forest below, a black light surged into the sky, meeting the sword light.

"Ningxue Sword! Do you recognize the Baizhan Blade?!"

With a great roar followed by a resounding boom, the sword light pierced the heavens and brilliantly illuminated the heavens.

Opposite, a large broadsword appeared.

The hilt was over a meter long, and the blade itself was a meter and a half.

At that moment, the broadsword trembled in the air.

It was the protector of Wei Wo Zheng Sect, wielding the sixth-ranked weapon on the Weapon List, the Baizhan Blade.

"Ranked sixth, the mere Baizhan Blade dare to block my sword!"

The Ningxue Sword was held erect, his eyes chilly as ice; with a long howl, he struck again.

Four people battled in the sky, and within a thousand miles, no one dared to approach.

...

This battle darkened the sky and dimmed the earth.

The people of Wei Wo Zheng Sect kept retreating amid fight. Continuously, people came forward to aid them.

From the Guardians’ side, continuously new experts joined the relentless pursuit.

It went on until they reached ten thousand miles away, unexpectedly turning into a great melee involving the Weapon List!

At the final moment...

Finally.

At the crucial moment, three sword lights from the Ningxue Sword forced the Baizhan Blade a few yards away, and in a swift movement, it pierced through Jiang Wuwang’s shoulder. As Jiang Wuwang howled in pain and staggered back, the sword light flashed, and icy Sword Qi appeared.

As it fell, about to execute the dried corpse.

At the brink of life and death.

The dried corpse on Jiang Wuwang’s back suddenly lifted its head. A pair of eyes like black holes shot out intense hatred and unwillingness.

"Get away!"

A dry hand suddenly shot out a black light.

As the black light appeared, the whole world seemed to lose its color.

With a loud bang,

the Ningxue Sword’s light condensed into a beam and clashed fiercely.

A muffled groan followed, and the Ningxue Sword was knocked back by a dark light, its bearer retreating thousands of feet in the air in white robes, yet laughing loudly, "The mission is accomplished, let’s go!"

In the blink of an eye, the masters from the Guardian side had completely retreated.

They had reached the border of Xin Chu territory.

Beyond this point lay the domain of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

Across them, countless dark figures soared into the air, heading towards them.

"We must make that guy take action and fight you fiercely! Completing the mission just like that!"

"If that guy never makes a move, then just kill a few on the way, it’s beneficial for us too!"

That was the mission Dongfang Sansan had given to the Ningxue Sword!

Now, the mission was completed.

Seeing the Guardians retreat,

a mummified body on Jiang Wuwang’s back groaned muffledly, then its whole body shrank, and even the joints between the bones seemed to have lost their vitality.

Without making a sound, it lay back on Jiang Wuwang, and with a click,

the dangling hand naturally shed several fingers.

Following that, the arms, shoulders, and legs also showed signs of falling off naturally.

Jiang Wuwang was horrified.

He quickly took out a large black cloth, wrapped the mummified body completely inside, rushed down to pick up the fingers, then with a loud howl, flew back with the others.

...

From a distant mountaintop,

Xue Fuxiao stood with his saber facing Duan Xiyang.

Neither of them had made a move.

Even their Sword Intent and Spear Intent had not intertwined, as if they were merely there for show.

After a moment,

Xue Fuxiao said indifferently, "Your people have returned."

Duan Xiyang responded in an equally flat tone, "They have returned."

With a hint of mocking in his smile, Xue Fuxiao said, "Today, you are quite patient."

"It’s not that I am patient, but that I don’t want to kill you," Duan Xiyang replied.

Xue Fuxiao fell silent for a moment, then said, "It wasn’t that I was merciful before, I wanted to kill you more than anyone, but I just couldn’t do it."

Duan Xiyang coldly said, "Because of the person in the shadows?"

Xue Fuxiao’s gaze suddenly sharpened, and staring at Duan Xiyang’s face, he said word by word, "The person in the shadows, is he your Sect’s Master Zheng?"

Duan Xiyang’s face also changed slightly, and he said, "I can’t tell you that, but I’m surprised you know about Master Zheng."

Xue Fuxiao sighed lightly, "It’s a pity I’ve never engaged your Sect Leader. I’ve heard he can see beyond the heavens, reigning over the eastern galaxy; he oversees all the heroes from above, a mighty figure of an era. I’ve always wanted to experience Master Zheng’s elegance."

Duan Xiyang mocked, "Those who have experienced his moves are now devoid of both body and soul. You are not qualified!"

Xue Fuxiao chuckled at that, but did not argue.

Against the Sect Leader of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, he had no confidence at all, not even sure if he could escape in one piece.

Talk of boasting was unnecessary, it would only make him look inferior.

"Xue Fuxiao, if you stop here, you won’t have the chance to face our Sect Leader in this lifetime,"

Duan Xiyang said.

"Then I will try even harder."

"To face the Sect Leader, you must first defeat me," Duan Xiyang stated. "Win against me first."

Xue Fuxiao’s saber hummed lightly in his hand, its sound clear as his voice turned ethereal, "Brother Duan, one day... There will be such a day."

His tone was certain.

Duan Xiyang smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on the tip of his White Bone Shattering Dream Spear, his eyes resolute.

"But today, you’re unusually tame, not making a move. That was unexpected," Xue Fuxiao stated.

Duan Xiyang turned his head, looking at the distant sunset, and softly said, "Back then... I suffered a great loss from him. I don’t want him to return!"

He spoke very frankly.

"But he’s still going back," Xue Fuxiao stated.

"But you reduced his Life Essence."

Xue Fuxiao indifferently said, "We couldn’t let him return fully intact. He wanted to go back, and we couldn’t stop him, but he had to use his Life Essence to do so. Our objective was to deplete his Life Essence."

"Not stopping him from returning, but we blocked his quick recovery, which is a small victory for us."

Duan Xiyang stated lightly, "Are you proud? Draining his Life Essence, a great victory? Do you and Dongfang Sansan think he won’t be able to come out for at least a few hundred to a thousand years?"

"Isn’t that the case?" Xue Fuxiao asked.

"No. You’re thinking too simply."

Duan Xiyang turned and walked away, his white bone spear instantly withdrawn, his black cloak flickered in the distance, then vanished.

Only his voice drifted back, "Within a hundred years! He will come back!"

"But even if he does come back, he must first get past me."

The defiant and deadly tone of Duan Xiyang, coupled with laughter, faded away.

But Xue Fuxiao stood stunned.

A hundred years?

How could that be possible?

The Soul Split trapped, he could think of ways to destroy it after returning; Life Essence depleted; and even resurrection interrupted, how could he possibly come back within a hundred years?!

But Duan Xiyang was already gone. Even if he were here, he wouldn’t answer this question.

Xue Fuxiao sighed.

Slowly sheathing his saber.

The Emotion Cutting Saber emitted a crisp sound, seemingly dissatisfied about not fighting all out.

"Don’t worry, old friend, there will be plenty of opportunities to fight. We need to buy some time for the others."

Xue Fuxiao gently caressed the Emotion Cutting Saber, soothing it.

The saber calmed down.

Xue Fuxiao’s body soared up, instantly turning into a white cloud, disappearing without a trace.

......

[A few words from the author.]

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