Chapter Sixteen Hatred
Su Yang's true energy swirled around him, fully displaying his cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Gathering.
Only his right fist and wrist were blackened, a result of being injured by the earth's flames.
However, he didn't care too much. Even though he was powerless, he could still kill Su Chen at this moment.
"I never expected that the jade box in your possession would contain such a heavenly and earthly spiritual fire! But unfortunately, even that spiritual fire and the remnant soul of the King cannot save you."
Su Yang's voice was hoarse as he slowly walked to Su Chen, looking down at him with murderous intent surging in his eyes.
"Who are you? Why must you kill me?"
Su Chen also found it strange. If you really wanted to talk about it, he was the one who always suffered losses between the two of them, so why did this masked man want to kill him so much?
If it were just for the jade box in his possession, he would have already agreed to give him all the jade boxes, so why is he still so persistent?
"You don't need to know." Su Yang didn't explain, nor could he.
Once again, Su Yang covered his right foot with his true energy, intending to simply stomp Su Chen to death.
Despair filled his eyes, and feeling the power behind Su Yang's kick, Su Chen felt bitter.
Now that the Taixu Cauldron is asleep, Xia Qianqiu, the only one who might be able to save him, is ignoring the outside world.
Xu Wan, who is barely able to protect herself and whose strength is almost gone, what can he rely on?
Indeed, Su Chen had almost reached a dead end at this point.
As Su Yang stomped down with tremendous force, if the landing were solid, Su Chen's chest would likely explode.
Unfortunately, fate once again did not cooperate.
Just as Su Yang's foot landed, striking Su Chen's chest.
A blurry sword shadow shot straight toward him.
Feeling the sharp sword light behind him, Su Yang's spiritual senses trembled.
Even though he was unwilling, he could only stop his attack, turn to the side, and dodge the sneak attack.
A sharp purple sword light slashed past Su Yang, tearing through his clothes, but it couldn't harm him in the slightest.
Turning her head to look at the person who had attacked her, she saw Xu Wan, who was wearing a long blue dress.
At this moment, she held a sword in one hand, leaning against a big tree, her face pale, with fine beads of sweat and blood staining her small face.
Having been thwarted countless times, Su Yang wasn't annoyed this time. Instead, he looked at Xu Wan and said, "Why didn't you take advantage of the moment I was killing him to run away? Why did you have to come and save him? Were you two really that close?"
Xu Wan did not answer, but slowly moved away from the tree and walked unsteadily toward Su Yang, which aroused Su Yang's curiosity.
"What are you doing here? Get out of here! You'll die!"
Unlike Su Yang, who was only a little curious, Su Chen was anxious. He hadn't expected Xu Wan to not run away.
She wasn't the masked man's target; she should have run away.
Her body trembled, but Xu Wan's gaze remained firm.
The hand that held the blue longsword drooped limply, as if it were no longer able to lift the sword.
The longsword's blade sliced through the leaves and pebbles on the ground.
Xu Wan parted her thin lips slightly: "He and I have an agreement. The three years are not up yet, and I cannot let him die here like this."
Xu Wan spoke very calmly, as if it really was just because of that.
But perhaps only she herself knew that, in a corner of her heart, she did not want Su Chen to die, so even though she was extremely weak at this moment, she still stood here.
Nodding, Su Yang indicated that he understood what Xu Wan had said.
He didn't delve into the rest, because it was irrelevant to him and meaningless.
After glancing at his cousin lying on the ground like a dead dog, Su Yang's figure vanished from Su Chen's sight and from Xu Wan's.
At the same time, a cold, indifferent voice rang out from where he had been standing: "Do you remember what I said before? Today, one of you will die."
The sound was very soft, like a fallen leaf drifting in the air.
At the same time as Su Yang's voice, there was a sound of flesh shattering and a muffled groan.
And when Su Yang's figure reappeared in the woods.
Su Chen's eyes were wide open, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat, so he could no longer speak.
In his line of sight, Su Yang punched Xu Wan straight through the chest. Her burning heart was caught in his palm and then passed through her body, still beating.
Despite suffering such a fatal injury, Xu Wan did not die immediately. Her head slumped limply onto Su Yang's shoulder, and blood trickled down her chest, staining his sleeves.
Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, soaking Su Yang's shoulder and clothes.
"cough."
A soft cough was heard, followed by the expectoration of a large amount of bloody fluid.
Even though she had already prepared herself for death, Xu Wan still felt a chill run through her body when the moment arrived so easily.
The cyan longsword fell limply to the ground, and Xu Wan's hands drooped helplessly.
Recalling his entire life, he never imagined that this trip home would lead to such a predicament.
As she reminisced, Dai Mei thought of her grandfather and her master, who was far away at the Luoxia Sword Sect.
If they knew she had died, they would surely avenge her.
"If you can, please let him go."
He whispered his last words in Su Yang's ear.
It wasn't some harsh or malicious language, but rather a soft plea.
Even on her deathbed, all she could think about was Su Chen.
With a sigh, Su Yang sensed that Xu Wan's life force was rapidly draining away, and quickly withdrew his arm, trying his best not to cause her any further harm.
Gently supporting Xu Wan's body, he helped her lie down comfortably.
With a complicated expression, Su Yang gently stroked Xu Wan's eyelids, allowing her to close her eyes and rest in peace.
Su Yang was not surprised that he killed Xu Wan so easily.
The other party's condition was really too bad. Even though they were both at the ninth level of Qi Gathering, the difference between them was like heaven and earth.
If she hadn't persevered, she would have perished on her own without even needing Su Yang's intervention; her injuries were truly too severe.
Slowly walking back to Su Chen's side, the latter was still staring blankly at the woman lying quietly on the ground, seemingly oblivious to Su Yang's approach.
"You have a good wife. If you have any conscience at all, just let me kill you and then you can go down to join her sooner, how about that?"
As if a demonic whisper echoed in Su Chen's ears, Su Yang spoke softly.
However, he didn't really think Su Chen would be swayed by his words; he was just saying it casually.
Indeed, upon hearing Su Yang's voice, Su Chen snapped out of his daze, and then endless hatred rose in his eyes.
"I will not let you go! If you don't kill me today, I will kill you another day!"
His voice was sharp as a knife, and the hatred in Su Chen's words was intense to the extreme.
Su Yang simply shrugged and spread his hands, saying, "Whatever."
They were indifferent and unconcerned.
After all, from the moment he chose to attack the protagonist, it meant that he was declaring war on destiny.
Regardless of whether these events occurred today or not, he would have remained sworn enemies with the protagonist to the death.
Killing Xu Wan only deepened the hatred between the two of them a little more.
Moreover, it's not without its advantages.
A dark glint flashed in Su Yang's eyes.
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