Chapter 620 - 341: Traitor for Survival? (2)
Chapter 620: Chapter 341: Traitor for Survival? (2)
Yi Zhishang’s Sound Skill was forcefully broken by the spearhead, causing the airflow to burst and followed by the spear piercing through the air.
But with this delay, Yi Zhishang gained a chance to maneuver.
Just then, the Leaf Player suddenly let go of the leaf in his hand.
His face and body retained that despair, but what truly shocked everyone was the tears of blood rolling down from his eyes.
He opened his mouth, but what came out was laughter!
The laughter was melodious, possessing unmatched infectiousness, allowing everyone to distinctly feel the good mood the owner of the laughter had at this very moment.
The sky was bright, all was well, wealth and happiness surrounded him, filled with joy.
It was as if he had obtained the world itself, possessing the most beautiful and precious thing under heaven.
Merely hearing his laughter made people involuntarily join in laughing...
But Liu Jinghan didn’t laugh, not only did he not laugh, a look of horror emerged on his face.
The next moment, there was a series of bangs, bang bang bang!
The strings of the zither broke, and ten fingers simultaneously bled profusely.
The gray mist behind the Leaf Player, at this moment, seemed like a fierce beast, swallowing Liu Jinghan and Yi Zhishang whole.
In this instant, what changes happened within the gray mist, no one could see clearly.
But it was evident, Liu Jinghan and Yi Zhishang were at a disadvantage.
Han Yiren inwardly thought this was not good, and immediately shouted:
"Help us!!!"
The current situation was clearly that Celestial Sound Mansion and Celestial Evil Cult were not of the same path, the Celestial Evil Cult used the Celestial Sound Shuttle to impersonate Celestial Sound Mansion and were discovered by them. Hence, Celestial Sound Mansion was here to save them.
If Liu Jinghan and Yi Zhishang were to die here, how many among them could escape from Qingquan Gorge?
This thought rushed through the minds, even those like Li Shengxing with ulterior motives did not hesitate, preparing to help.
Just then, a shadow descended from the sky.
It carried thousands of Gang Winds, suddenly expanding, and set off towering flames!
The flames were unfixed, no longer merely palm momentum, blade edge, it was simply fierce flames burning, harshly igniting the gray mist.
The gray mist leaped, but upon touching the flames, it seemed to encounter its Celestial Enemy.
As the flames and gray mist intertwined, the flames grew ever fiercer, while the gray mist gradually dissipated into nothingness.
Revealing four figures within the gray mist.
Liu Jinghan stood cautiously guarding his surroundings, the Leaf Player furrowed his brows, stepping back two steps as if injured.
Yi Zhishang’s shoulder was pierced by a spear, blood dripping down.
The last man holding the silver spear, upon the gray mist dissipating, rushed towards Chu Qing.
A cold brilliance carried the weight of thousand jun, guided by two hands as if shifting four ounces of cotton.
In the void, there sounded a dragon’s chant, the shriek of an eagle piercing the heavens!
The indescribable sharpness was in the blink of an eye right before him, the point of the spear aiming right at the forehead.
But the next moment, the eagle’s cry became a chicken’s cluck, the dragon’s chant turned into a whimper.
The fierce spear was caught in Chu Qing’s hand, he lifted his eyes and shouted softly:
"Let go."
Previously those words were spoken by the spearman to Yi Zhishang.
Now Chu Qing returned those words...
He naturally wouldn’t let go, without the spear, how would he fight?
Yet Chu Qing didn’t care whether he let go or not, with a single-arm flick, the spear was immediately spun around him in mid-air before smashing towards the Leaf Player along with the man and the spear.
The Leaf Player suddenly raised his head, a smudge of gray mist enveloped him.
Wrapped together with the spearman within.
The spear hurled by Chu Qing swept through the gray mist, leaving only a bare spear.
The Leaf Player and spearman remained within the gray mist.
The gray mist rolled back suddenly, seemingly wanting to flee a thousand miles away.
Chu Qing laughed, flipped the long spear, rubbed between his hands, flames instantly ran through the shaft before he threw it.
The Flaming Silver Spear shot forth, outpacing the retreat, seemingly about to pierce through the gray mist.
The gray mist suddenly dispersed, two figures split and landed on the ground.
Only the burning flame spear continued rolling onwards... the spearman’s gaze followed the spear, wanting to intercept, yet worried about the flames and attached Inner Strength.
In the end, he could only look on in distress.
Liu Jinghan now recovered, turned back to look at Chu Qing, eyes filled with doubt.
Yi Zhishang then bowed to Chu Qing:
"Master."
Liu Jinghan’s eyes widened, looking at Chu Qing with a gaze that seemed filled with disbelief.
Chu Qing felt at this moment Liu Qingyan’s self-important Liu Jinghan probably had some wrong thoughts in his mind.
He coughed, and softly asked:
"How about it? You okay?"
"I’m okay..."
Liu Jinghan awkwardly replied, his gaze at Chu Qing complicated, sometimes cautious, sometimes scrutinizing, sometimes puzzled... with a hint of affinity.
Chu Qing wished to stop the other’s operation of writing essays with eye expressions, but it was inappropriate to speak too detailed at this occasion.
Fortunately, Yi Zhishang approached him, and Chu Qing tapped his acupoints with his finger, helping to stop the bleeding.
Yi Zhishang looked at the two opposite them...
The two they just fought alongside Master against, now stood quietly there.
Both had blood at the corners of their mouths.
Clearly, in their brief span exchange, they had been injured.
Previously they wanted to flee but hadn’t succeeded.
This gentleman... truly remarkable!
"That gray mist... what exactly is it?"
Due to Yi Zhishang’s ’Master’, Liu Jinghan had plenty to ask, but ultimately voiced such a question.
"It’s Inner Power."
Chu Qing casually replied:
"This person’s Sound Skill methods aren’t as good as yours, otherwise, when he fought Yi Zhishang earlier, even if you came, it would have been hard to break their stalemate.
"While he fought you, he beat you not because his Sound Skill was superior, but because... he used Inner Strength to bully you."
Liu Jinghan upon hearing this was instantly stunned:
"I thought that gray mist came from blowing leaves...
"Turns out it wasn’t.
"Relying on Inner Strength... um..."
He initially wanted to say relying on Inner Strength to bully people... but those words implied that as the Great Son of Celestial Sound Mansion, his Inner Power Cultivation was inferior to an obscure figure from Celestial Evil Cult.
Chu Qing saw through his thoughts, then laughed saying:
"Such things are common, Celestial Evil Cult has extraordinary methods, disciples possess profound Inner Power, far beyond ordinary men."
He said it, took a step forward, amidst Liu Jinghan’s puzzled muttering of ’how can I be an ordinary man’, asked the Leaf Player:
"With your Inner Power Cultivation, I fear you don’t match up to a Twelve Saint King.
"Are you a subordinate of the Twelve Saint King?"
The Leaf Player’s face filled with despair, spoke in a strained voice:
"You don’t suspect... I’m one of the General’s men?"
"Though the acquaintance isn’t too deep, the General’s people outwardly use Spear Technique, inward cultivate the Slaughter Scripture.
"Your Inner Power clearly isn’t Slaughter Scripture."
Chu Qing glanced at the spearman:
"He’s the General’s man...
"Such a small ambush with you two formidable experts surprises me."
With Chu Qing’s words, Han Yiren’s group behind him looked at each other.
They felt as if they were thoroughly insulted... but at the moment didn’t know how to refute.
"Such a small ambush, yet meeting an expert like you... also surprises me."
The Leaf Player, tears of blood at the corner of his eyes, whispered:
"I am the disciple under the Twelve Saint King’s Laughing Prince.
"If you wish to know about the Laughing Prince, you can directly ask me..."
"Hey!!!"
The spearman upon hearing this, voiced immediately:
"Are you selling out to seek glory?"
But the Leaf Player spoke in a despairing tone:
"My despair, sorrow, pain... all thanks to him, I wish day and night to slice him into a thousand pieces, but oddly enough I’m not his match.
"Every time I have such thoughts, my despair grows!
"His Martial Arts are top-notch, perhaps able to kill the Laughing Prince, selling out for glory? No... I’m seeking revenge!!"