Chapter 14

From the neck of Zong Yu, who died with his eyes wide open, Zong Shou retrieved the willow-leaf flying dagger. With a casual flick of his hand, he flung off all the blood.

The spiritual sense he had cultivated on this flying dagger had already been completely severed the moment it left his hand.

At this moment, he was merely using this action to conceal his Heaven-Devouring Essence Transformation Technique, which absorbed all of Zong Yu's remaining vital energy and essence.

Then, he no longer had any interest in looking at Zong Yu. He patted Su Chuxue's head and chuckled, walking straight toward the place a hundred feet away where the clash of blades and swords never ceased.

When he said that Zong Yu and the others were trash, it was not just to provoke them, but because he genuinely believed it.

The truly dangerous one was still a hundred and sixty feet away, where Lie Jian Wwei had already suppressed the heavily wounded Yin Yang, preventing him from counterattacking. Only this person could make him slightly more cautious.

A mid-stage peak Martial Artist was indeed more than one level stronger than a low-stage Martial Artist. Even if he couldn't absorb the essence immediately, the contribution of Zong Yu's essence exceeded that of the Li brothers by at least thirty percent!

But even if he absorbed all of this, combined with the true qi remaining in his body, he could only launch one strike with the flying dagger that could challenge a Secret Martial Artist of the Seventh Pulse!

Success meant life, failure meant death!

When he reached a hundred and forty feet, Zong Shou paused for a moment beside the emaciated corpse.

He then secretly admired Yin Yang. Although he did not know the name of the dead man, judging from his bones and skin, his cultivation was clearly at the Secret Martial stage.

Yin Yang had killed this person with a thunderous attack, though he was heavily injured, he avoided being caught between two enemies, showing decisiveness and ruthlessness. The dense shadows of the blades, as solid as a wall, could still barely hold up under the overwhelming sword light, demonstrating his resilience.

In the future's Divine Emperor game, even if he wasn't a minor boss, he was at least an elite character.

By the time he reached this point, he could already feel the rampant wind pressure, which stung his skin with sharp air currents. Wwei's piercing gaze also occasionally swept over.

Almost every step forward required him to be on high alert, taking great risks. A moment of distraction or a lapse in concentration could cost him his life. With Wwei's agility and fast sword, it would take less than a blink to kill him within a hundred steps.

But Zong Shou continued to walk, his expression fearless. He stopped only when he was fifteen feet away. He held his sword in his right hand, and his left hand was hidden in his sleeve, with only a small part of the blade visible, flashing with a cold light.

At this distance, the flying dagger in his hand could reach its target in an instant.

"Master!"

Su Chuxue followed closely behind, her eyes full of doubt. No matter how strong Zong Shou's martial skills were, his internal energy was ultimately limited. Intervening in a battle between two Secret Martial Artists was too risky and presumptuous.

Just as she was worried and anxious, she saw the sword light, which had been like a surging river, suddenly hesitate. The shadows of the blades reappeared, even more powerful than the sword light.

Just by standing there, Zong Shou made Wwei break out in cold sweat, his gaze frequently shifting to Zong Shou's left hand, as if he was extremely wary.

She suddenly realized that in Wwei's eyes, Zong Shou's flying dagger was so formidable!

Before, when she saw Zong Shou practicing the flying dagger, she only felt that it was fast, accurate, and simple, and posed some threat to her.

But today, whether it was Li Ling or Zong Yu, they could not make any effective evasive moves against the willow-leaf flying dagger!

And now, even Wwei, who had killed several Secret Martial Artists, felt threatened by this unlaunched dagger.

In those dry eyes, there was now a clear intention to retreat, besides hatred and surprise.

Zong Shou, however, seemed unaware, a smile on his lips. His eyes were half-closed, his stance relaxed, as if he were asleep. As time passed, he gradually became completely silent.

Wwei, on the other hand, lost his composure. The sword light was chaotic, almost without any pattern. In just half a moment, he was nearly injured by Yin Yang's blade several times.

After a brief struggle, he finally lost the will to fight. The sword shadows suddenly intensified, forcing Yin Yang back, and then he swiftly retreated without hesitation.

At this moment, Zong Shou's face suddenly twitched, and blood trickled from his mouth. He then knelt on the ground, coughing uncontrollably, a heart-wrenching sound.

Wwei, who had only taken a few steps, showed a look of surprise. His eyes hesitated for a moment, and then he suddenly changed direction. He abandoned Yin Yang and, with the sword light like a dragon, struck at a point twenty feet away.

Chuxue's face turned pale, and Yin Yang's expression changed dramatically. All the blade light in the sky was retracted, and then a more intense wave of blade shadows exploded, sweeping toward Wwei's back. But it was a step slower than Wwei.

In just one breath, the distance between them was reduced to less than a foot.

The sword tip was right in front of him, and Zong Shou's eyes suddenly opened. Despite the extreme pain, his mind was clear, his killing intent cold and mocking.

"What a pity, why didn't you run when you had such a good chance?"

All the essence he had gathered, the true qi in his four wind spirit acupoints, and the true qi flowing through his meridians, were concentrated at the tip of his finger at this moment. His left hand, hidden in his sleeve, made no visible movement, and a thin, almost invisible white light suddenly shot out.

Wwei, in mid-air, was startled. The sword in his hand was just a half-foot away from taking the young man's life, but he dared not move forward any further.

With a light grunt, his figure suddenly turned, drawing a sharp arc to avoid the incoming blade light.

Just as he was relieved and sneered, he saw the flying dagger change direction, bizarrely chasing after him. Wwei's pupils suddenly constricted.

"Changing direction! How is that possible?"

With a loud shout, Wwei's figure retreated like a storm. But after retreating only five feet, he felt a sharp pain in his right eye.

The thin, cicada-wing-like flying dagger shattered his eyeball and pierced straight into his brain.

He barely managed to stop the remaining force, using his bones to block the blade, but his brain was in intense pain and dizziness. Before he could recover, his face turned deathly pale.

The blade light that chased him from behind suddenly erupted, instantly swallowing his figure.

Just before he lost consciousness, Wwei had only one thought.

"What a formidable flying dagger! How can there be such a divine skill in the world?"

In the next moment, a torrent of blood spurted forward, turning the grass red.

Watching Wwei being dismembered by Yin Yang's horizontal blade, Zong Shou felt a sense of relief, and then his vision darkened.

The coughing up of blood was not just to lure this person, but because his body was truly at the limit. The final strike had completely drained him.

"This damn dual-meridian body is really too weak—"

His mind was hazy, and he felt dizzy, then lost consciousness completely.

Behind him, Su Chuxue stepped forward, supporting his body to prevent him from falling to the ground. Her eyes, however, had a slightly strange look, a mix of joy at surviving and a sense of loss.

In today's battle, their young master had almost single-handedly decided the outcome, while she had become a burden.