Chapter 81: Shura's Revenge
A few days later, deep in the main temple of Wansheng Dao, the final decisive battle unfolded in blood and fire.
Li Lianhua looked at his former senior brother with a heartbroken heart. Their ideals and ambitions had divided them, and now, finally, they were facing their fateful end. Shan Gudao's martial arts were strange and brutal, each move aiming to kill Li Lianhua, while he laughed wildly, "Junior brother! This world belongs to someone as daring and competitive as me! Your and Master's pedantry has ultimately ruined everything!"
Li Lianhua's movements were like a swimming dragon, and while his sword moves lacked the majestic power of his heyday, they were more refined and resilient. There was no more confusion in his eyes, only deep compassion and determination. "Brother, you are wrong. The highest realm of martial arts has never been conquest, but protection."
Li Lianhua and Shan Gudao clashed in a flurry of sword and palm strikes. Li Lianhua's swordplay was as swift as a swift dragon, his techniques exquisite, yet focused on dismantling and defending, always holding back at crucial moments. Shan Gudao's attacks were ruthless and cunning, each one deadly. He constantly provoked Li Lianhua with words, mocking her "womanly kindness" or bringing up old grudges, such as claiming that Li Lianhua was responsible for her master Qi Mushan's death, in an attempt to unsettle her.
Li Lianhua's face was pale, his internal energy stagnated, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. During one clash, he could have pierced Shan Gudao's empty goal with a single blow, but a flash of his senior brother instructing him in swordsmanship flashed before his eyes, and the tip of his sword involuntarily deviated by three points, only slicing through the opponent's shirt.
Shan Gudao saw the opportunity, grinned fiercely, and slapped Li Lianhua's chest with his backhand palm carrying the cold internal force.
"Puff——" Li Lianhua vomited blood and flew backwards, and the young master's sword almost slipped out of his hand.
Shan Gudao, in a powerful position, pressed forward, his eyes filled with madness and triumph. "Junior Brother, you're still as indecisive as you were ten years ago! This world has no place for soft-hearted people like you!" He might even mention how he tricked his master into gaining inner strength, further wounding Li Lianhua. Then, seizing the moment when Li Lianhua's breath was fading, he thrust his blade straight into her vital meridians!
Li Lianhua watched helplessly as the sword tip struck, unable to dodge due to her injuries and the disorder of her internal energy. In the nick of time, a domineering blade energy tore through the battlefield like blood-red thunder! Di Feisheng's figure suddenly appeared, and Beifeng Baiyang's internal energy exploded, instantly blocking Dan Gudao's killing move. He supported the shaky Li Lianhua, but his touch was cold. He felt the life force rapidly ebbing, and his eyes instantly ignited with a raging rage.
"You're courting death!" Di Feisheng's voice was as cold as iron. Without even glancing at Shan Gudao, the long sword in his hand transformed into a deadly icy light, slashing straight down! This strike contained all his strength and murderous intent, its speed exceedingly fast and its ruthlessness exceedingly fierce. Shan Gudao didn't even have time to react before he was killed instantly by this thunderous blow, paying the ultimate price for his ambition and betrayal.
The blade's tip pierced through his body, and Shan Gudao's wild laughter abruptly ceased. He looked down in disbelief, watching the blood bloom on his chest, feeling the rapid ebb of his life. Amidst the excruciating pain, he raised his head and stared intently at Li Lianhua, his eyes swirling with emotion: shock at defeat, the resentment of shattered ambitions, and perhaps, in his final moments, a vague glimpse of the friendship they had shared with their fellow apprentices, and a hint of regret for having gone astray.
"Master... I..." He tried to say something, but in the end, all he could do was gush out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes gradually dimmed. His heavy body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Di Feisheng hugged Li Lianhua tightly, angry at himself for letting him get hurt again, and also angry at Li Lianhua for being soft-hearted and almost getting killed. His hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." To comfort him, Li Lianhua gently kissed him on the lips.
Di Feisheng took the initiative, pressed his neck, and deepened the kiss: "Next time, don't get hurt again!"
After the deep kiss, Di Feisheng put Li Lianhua down and said, "You rest here. I still have a grudge to avenge!"
The candlelight in the hall blazed brightly, yet it couldn't illuminate the gloom in the corner. Jiao Liqiao, dressed in red, sat before her dressing mirror, tracing her alluring eyebrows. She seemed to have anticipated the sound of the flute; her face showed no sign of panic, but rather a morbid, almost liberating anticipation.
"You're here." Her voice was soft, with a hint of tenderness and hoarseness, as if she was waiting for the reunion of her long-lost lover, rather than a Shura who was taking her life.
Di Feisheng stepped into the hall, his black robe still stained with the warmth of his momentary lovemaking with Li Lianhua, but the eyes he cast upon Jiao Liqiao were as cold as ice. In his hand, he held not a knife but a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, its blade gleaming a cold blue in the candlelight.
"Jiao Liqiao," he began, his voice low and deep, without a roar, yet more chilling than any other. "Today, I will personally take away every humiliation you have inflicted on Li Lianhua."
Jiao Liqiao slowly turned around, gazing at his stern face with fascination, and smiled foolishly, "Your Majesty... you're finally willing to look me in the eye? Even if it means killing me..." She stood up, arms outstretched, her red dress trailing on the ground like a flower in full bloom, about to rot. "Come on, kill me! Let me die in your hands, that's the best destination you can give me...!"
The sound of the flute drew closer, a murderous aura permeating the air, and the temperature in the bedroom plummeted. He had never killed a woman before, but at this moment, the rage and pain in his heart had already crushed that principle.
"Death?" He sneered, the dagger twirling between his fingers. "That's too easy for you."
Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed like a ghost and instantly approached Jiao Liqiao! Before Jiao Liqiao could even react, she felt a chill on her cheeks!
"Ah——!" A shrill scream broke the silence.
The tip of the dagger, precisely and slowly, slashed down Jiao Liqiao's left brow, past the corner of her eye, and all the way to her jaw! Flesh and skin twitched, and blood instantly gushed out, staining half of her cheek red! This wasn't a fatal wound, but it was extremely painful and devastatingly humiliating!
"This knife is for treating him as a plaything and humiliating him wantonly in front of everyone!" Di Feisheng's voice was cold, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
Jiao Liqiao's body convulsed in pain, and she tried to struggle, but Di Feisheng's absolute power held her down, preventing her from moving. For the first time, genuine fear flashed in her eyes.
"No...Fei Sheng...you can't do this to me..." she begged, her voice breaking.
Di Feisheng ignored her and the dagger fell again, leaving another bloody mark deep enough to see the bone on the symmetrical position of her right cheek!
"This knife is for you to control his mind and turn him into a puppet of killing!"
Jiao Liqiao screamed in agony, her once beautiful face now a bloody mess, a hideous sight. Her pride, the very assets she used to deceive people, were being destroyed bit by bit.
Di Feisheng's movements continued without pause. The dagger was like the cruelest brush, slashing across Jiao Liqiao's face with one blow after another! He wasn't just slashing randomly; each blow contained Bei Feng Bai Yang's internal force, completely destroying the texture, ensuring that no panacea could restore it!
"This knife was used to force him to drink poisoned wine for you!"
"This knife has turned his hair white for you!"
"This knife... is for you, leading him like a servant in the rain!"
With each blow, Di Feisheng coldly recited a crime. This was no simple revenge, but a belated, bloody trial.
Jiao Liqiao's screams gradually grew hoarse, finally reduced to feeble sobs. She collapsed to the ground, her face a tattered mess, blood soaking through her red dress, making her look even more eerie and miserable. She stared at Di Feisheng, her once captivating eyes now filled with utter despair and despair.
Di Feisheng finally stopped, blood dripping from the tip of the dagger. He looked down at the woman at his feet, the one who had stirred countless storms and driven her to mad obsession. A final flicker of complex emotion flashed in his eyes: perhaps disgust, perhaps a faint trace of pity, one he himself hadn't even noticed, but it ultimately dissolved into cold determination.
"Jiao Liqiao, remember this," he said, his voice hoarse but every word clear. "The fruits of today are the result of the seeds you sowed yesterday. I will bleed you to death, and after death your corpse will be left exposed in the wilderness, to be pecked by vultures. Your soul will be left without refuge, and you will never be able to reincarnate!"
"Ah..." Jiao Liqiao looked at herself in the mirror in horror, then looked at the Shura in front of her who looked like he had walked out of hell, and stepped back step by step.
Di Feisheng's revenge did not stop.
He intended to use the cruelest punishment in the world, making her suffer a thousand times more than what Li Lianhua had endured. The dagger vanished into a shadow, shaving off the flesh of her arms and legs piece by piece. The wounds were not deep, but extremely painful, like being tortured by slow slicing.
"These three hundred and sixty dollars are not enough to offset the various risks you've put on him."
Jiao Liqiao's screams gradually became weaker, her consciousness faded in the severe pain, and the crazy light in her eyes completely extinguished, leaving only the ashes of death.
When Jiao Liqiao took his last breath, Di Feisheng looked down at the broken body, a trace of relief flashing across his eyes, which he himself did not even notice.
He put his fingers together like knives, and Beifeng Baiyang's powerful internal force penetrated his heart.
Jiao Liqiao's body trembled violently, her pupils dilated completely, and her breath stopped abruptly.
Di Feisheng withdrew his hand, letting the body that had once stirred so many storms fall to the ground without another glance. He turned, stepped over the bloodstained ground, and walked out of the bedroom, towards the person who was waiting for him to return.
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