Chapter 78 BOSS Battle
Shen Qingqiu said in a low voice, "That's not the issue."
Luo Binghe objected: "What kind of question is that?"
Shen Qingqiu held up his folding fan: "Let's deal with the immediate matter first, and then we'll talk about it later."
Luo Binghe slowly stepped back, smiling, "Okay."
He said softly, "...Anyway, there's plenty of time to talk about it later."
Everyone could sense that countless restless creatures lurked among the shady foliage, waist-high grass, and crevices of the stark white rocks. Their emerald eyes and low growls rose and fell like tiny ripples.
At this point, the advantages of having Luo Binghe lead the way became fully apparent.
Whenever he walked in the direction he was heading, the demonic wind immediately stopped, and all was silent. The lurking monsters either feigned death in groups or retreated in a frantic scramble.
To put it bluntly, it's like avoiding a plague...
With this divine assistance, we found our destination much faster than expected.
If, amidst the swirling white mist, a place suddenly churns with black smoke that shoots straight into the sky, anyone who isn't blind can see the anomaly.
The cave entrance was hidden by layers of thick green leaves, making it gloomy and eerie. Standing at the entrance, a chill ran through me.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, hesitating.
According to the original plan, before reaching this place, one should first kill eight hundred enemy generals, slay a thousand demons, and also get through all sorts of poisonous insects and exotic flowers before finally reaching the final checkpoint.
Even without so many procedures, shouldn't their clothes at least have some blood on them to be worthy of a boss battle?!
One of the sect leaders said, "I'm afraid we can't act rashly."
Another person agreed, saying, "It's best to test the waters first."
Luo Binghe said, "That's for sure."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Mo Beijun kicked Shang Qinghua away.
He really kicked it out... out... out... away...
Under Shen Qingqiu's utterly shocked gaze, Shang Qinghua tumbled and stumbled as he flew into the cave to "test the waters."
After a long silence, suddenly, a scream erupted from the cave: "Holy crap! Aa ...
With lightning speed, Shen Qingqiu grabbed a handful of vine leaves and rushed into the cave with the others. A voice came from inside: "Peak Master Shen, we meet again."
The Demon Sword was stuck in a crevice at the end of the cave. The black mist and purple smoke emanated from its blade.
Tianlangjun sat on a blue stone, and Shang Qinghua stood not far in front of that blue stone.
The sunlight streaming in from outside the cave illuminated half of Tianlang Jun's body. A collective gasp immediately escaped their lips.
Shen Qingqiu finally understood why Shang Qinghua had screamed so miserably earlier.
Although Tianlang Jun's smile remained unchanged, the fact that half of his right cheek had turned a rotten purplish-black made the smile appear extremely terrifying.
His left sleeve hung empty and deflated. It seemed that the arm that kept falling off could never be reattached.
This dilapidated and exhausted appearance was quite different from the final boss that Shen Qingqiu had imagined.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but observe Luo Binghe's expression. His face was almost woodenly calm, and it was hard to tell what he was feeling.
Tianlangjun tilted his head and said, "There are fewer people than I expected. I thought it would be like last time at Bailu Mountain, with hundreds of experts coming together."
Wu Wang sneered, "Look at you, neither human nor ghost, without a single lackey by your side. Do you really need so many people?"
Tianlangjun said, "A lackey? I don't have one here, but I do have one for my nephew."
Before the words were finished, a green shadow flashed through the cave. Bamboo Branch Man silently blocked Tianlang Jun's path.
For some reason, both master and servant were in a sorry state. It was understandable that Tianlang Jun's Luzhi body was corroded and pitted by the demonic energy, as it was not adapted to it. Zhuzhi Lang's pupils were also yellowish, and his neck, cheeks, forehead, arms, and all exposed parts were covered with scales, making him look ferocious and terrifying, very similar to the half-human, half-snake form in Luzhi Cave.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Master Shen."
Shen Qingqiu: "...It's me. How did you become like this?"
Yue Qingyuan remained calm: "Junior brother, what is your connection with this person?"
The connection runs deep. Reaching this point today is largely due to this person. Just as Shen Qingqiu was about to speak, Tianlang Jun slightly raised his chin, narrowed his eyes at Yue Qingyuan, and said, "I remember you."
He thought for a moment and said definitively, "Back then, that old man from the Illusion Flower Palace asked you to help him launch a sneak attack, but you ignored him. Now you're the leader of the Azure Sky Mountain Sect? That's right."
Yue Qingyuan said, "Your memory is quite good."
Tianlang Jun smiled for a while, then sighed.
"If you were also trapped in a dark place for more than ten years, never seeing the sun, and wasting your time thinking about the past, you would also have a good memory like me."
This time, no one answered him. Yue Qingyuan gripped Xuan Su and swung the sword out, sheath and all.
Tianlangjun barely dodged the attack. With a series of thunderous crashes, half of the cave wall behind him was blasted away, creating a large hole that opened up to the high sky. Sand and rocks rained down from above. A sudden rush of icy air swept in, and fine snowflakes danced in the air, dazzling the eye. From the ice surface a hundred feet below, the faint sounds of beast roars and battle echoed, growing ever louder.
The first wave of demons from Southern Xinjiang has already landed.
Tianlangjun said, "I bet it'll be Hundred Battles Peak leading the charge again. Right?"
Dozens of people spread out, flanking from all angles. The Staff of Innocent Wrath swung with ferocious force, leading the attack. Bamboo Branch Boy, forced into retreat by Xuan Su, still dutifully drew most of the fire. Tianlang Jun remained seated on the bluestone, quite leisurely, and said, "I remember back then, you waited until the very last moment to draw your sword. Are you going to do the same today?"
Yue Qingyuan didn't answer, and was about to strike Zhuzhilang in the chest with a palm when another sect leader struck first. Zhuzhilang neither dodged nor retreated, taking the blow head-on, but it was the sect leader who let out a scream.
Shen Qingqiu's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted, "Don't touch him! He's covered in poison!"
In the chaos of battle, several were poisoned, while others were blasted out of the cave by the explosive demonic energy, their bodies flying into the air. They managed to regain their footing by landing on flying swords during their descent. Shang Qinghua stealthily slipped towards Shen Qingqiu. Zhu Zhilang, caught up in the heat of battle, suddenly saw a furtive figure creeping out and, without hesitation, threw two green snakes at him. Shen Qingqiu saw this clearly, and with a swift movement, a green leaf was about to fly out to save the author's life when the two green snakes were pierced by a suddenly appearing ice sword.
Mobei Jun appeared in the battle like a ghost, picked up Shang Qinghua, threw him like a chicken to Shen Qingqiu, and punched Zhuzhilang.
In the next ten seconds, Shen Qingqiu witnessed firsthand what a "beating" truly meant...
As Zhuzhilang was relentlessly beaten by Mobeijun, the firepower surrounding Tianlangjun suddenly intensified.
Although Tianlang Jun had lost an arm, he still maintained his composure in the face of many opponents, and said with a smile, "Actually, I didn't originally intend to merge the two realms. Occasionally crossing the boundary to come here to sing songs and read books is quite nice. However, since I've been staying in Bailu Mountain for so many years, I'm really a little unwilling if I don't do something as you all want to."
Yue Qingyuan flicked his finger, and Xuan Su was drawn three inches from its sheath, its spiritual power surging. Tian Langjun's bones creaked as if they were dislocated, and he exclaimed, "Eh!" He said, "Indeed, it is the sect leader."
He stretched out his hand and grasped the Xuan Su sword blade directly, seemingly oblivious to it, and laughed, "Why not draw it all out? Even so, you still can't do anything to me."
Yue Qingyuan's gaze darkened, and Xuan Su was drawn half an inch from its sheath once more!
Suddenly, Luo Binghe said coolly, "He can't do anything to you. What about me?"
Before Tianlangjun's smile faded, a powerful demonic aura suddenly struck like an axe or a knife.
His only remaining hand broke free of his arm, was swept up by the gale, flew out of the cave, and plummeted down Burial Ridge.
Luo Binghe has finally made his move!
The father and son faced off again, and this time, Tianlang Jun was finally powerless to fight back.
Luo Binghe's eyes were bloodshot and his face was tense. His attacks were ruthless and merciless. Tianlang Jun, now with both hands broken, was struggling to defend himself. Zhuzhilang, having barely escaped Mobei Jun, was covered in blood and gore. Seeing his master trapped, he seemed to have lost his mind and charged forward recklessly. Just then, Wuwang was swept by Tianlang Jun's demonic energy, spitting out blood and flying backward. Master Wuchen rushed to catch him. Seeing that Zhuzhilang was about to collide with him, Shen Qingqiu, sensing the danger, flashed in front of Wuchen to block him.
Upon seeing Shen Qingqiu, Zhuzhilang's bright yellow eyes flashed with a glint of clarity, and he abruptly stopped. This caused him to lose his balance, nearly falling over. Just as he was about to bypass Shen Qingqiu to help Tianlangjun, a white light suddenly flashed across his path. Zhuzhilang's back slammed heavily against the cave wall, impaling him through the chest and pinning him to the rock.
The long, slender sword blade on his chest was Zheng Yang.
Shen Qingqiu turned around, and Luo Binghe slowly withdrew his hand. Tianlang Jun stood calmly two zhang behind him.
He stood there for only a short while before gracefully collapsing to the ground.
...
Are you done playing?
That simple?
Shen Qingqiu still couldn't quite accept it.
He barely hit him a few times. And that's it?!
He patted Shang Qinghua: "...Didn't you say that Tianlang-jun is hard to beat?"
Shang Qinghua said, "...It is very difficult."
Shen Qingqiu: "Is there any logic to this victory?"
Shang Qinghua: "Even the toughest boss can be defeated by the male protagonist. Isn't that common sense?"
The two looked around. When they arrived, there were dozens of people, all at full strength, but now only a few were still standing.
Shen Qingqiu looked at the two people he had previously regarded as extremely difficult bosses.
One was lying on the ground, perfectly fitting the description of a "rag doll suffering from torture"; the other was nailed to the wall, covered in blood.
There was absolutely no sense of exhilaration from defeating the final boss. The more I watched, the more it felt like our side was bullying the old, weak, and disabled, shamelessly ganging up on them because of our numbers...
Yes, they were indeed ganging up on each other!
But who knew it would turn out like this? The BOSS's strength is far greater than I imagined!
Luo Binghe turned around, unstained by blood, calm and composed, and asked Shen Qingqiu, "Should we kill him?"
He was referring to Tianlang Jun. Upon hearing this, Zhuzhilang gripped the Zhengyang Sword and pulled it out with all his might. It seemed that many of the scales on his neck and face had been scraped off in the melee, and now, with each effort, blood gushed out.
Ever since learning that Gongyi Xiao had been killed by him, Shen Qingqiu had harbored a deep resentment, but his current appearance was truly pitiful, making it hard for anyone not to feel sorry for him. Moreover, although Shen Qingqiu had been tricked countless times by his bizarre ways of repaying kindness, at least Zhuzhilang had never harbored any ill intentions towards him.
He thought to himself, "This man has lived a muddled life because he can't think straight." He sighed, "He's become like this. Why did you do this to yourself?"
Zhuzhilang coughed up a mouthful of blood and said hoarsely, "It's become like this?"
He smiled wryly and said, "If I told you that my original form was Bailu Mountain, what would you think, Immortal Master Shen?"
A thunderbolt struck Shen Qingqiu on the head.
So, the snake-man crawling on the ground in Bailulin was actually the original form of the Bamboo Branch Warrior?!
Zhu Zhilang took a breath and said, "I have said before that my bloodline is lowly, because my father was a giant snake, and my mother was born with this deformed half-human, half-snake appearance. Until I was fifteen years old, everyone abandoned me, hated me, humiliated me, and drove me away. If it weren't for Your Majesty's help to transform me into a human, I would have been that writhing monster on the ground for the rest of my life."
He gritted his teeth and said, "His Majesty was the first to grant me this favor, and you, Immortal Master Shen, are the second. Perhaps it was just a small favor for you, but for me, it is something I would die ten thousand times to repay... Immortal Master Shen asked me 'why bother'? Tell me, why bother?"
Tianlangjun suddenly sighed, "Silly child, why did you say so much to him?"
Although he was lying down, he still lay there with great composure. If you ignored the half of his face that was being eroded by demonic energy, he would look even more dignified.
He gazed at the sky and said slowly, "People always believe that those who are not of their kind must have different hearts. Even the closest people can deceive you in the blink of an eye. Besides, it's always just you who's trying to repay a debt of gratitude. No matter how much you say, he won't understand you; he'll only get annoyed. So why bother saying anything more?"
...Could it be that all these years, he has believed that Su Xiyan deliberately tricked him into going to Bailu Mountain?
Shen Qingqiu wanted to blurt out, "You've got a huge misunderstanding!" But when he looked at Luo Binghe, who was expressionless, he couldn't say anything.
Master Wuchen replied, “If you truly had no such intention back then and listened to slander, then it was our fault. We cannot avoid what has happened today. Evil deeds bring evil consequences, and we will have to pay for them sooner or later.”
He clasped his hands together and said, "But Benefactor Su went so far as to take poison herself just to see you. How can you say that she is deceiving you?"
Tianlang Jun was slightly taken aback and raised his head.
Shen Qingqiu's heart also stirred. At least Master Wuchen changed "abortion medicine" to "poison," which could be considered as taking Luo Binghe's feelings into account.
His body was mutilated, and he struggled to lift his head, with blood still clinging to his lips, making him look indescribably pitiful.
After a long pause, Tianlang Jun said, "...Is that so?"
After saying those two words, he asked again, "Really?"
Master Wuchen said, "I dare to guarantee with my life that what I say is true."
Tianlangjun turned to look at Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan, asking as if seeking confirmation, "Really?"
Yue Qingyuan nodded, and Shen Qingqiu also slowly nodded.
Tianlangjun seemed to suddenly lose all his strength and lay down again.
He sighed, "Well, at least there's something not so bad."
Shen Qingqiu turned to look at Luo Binghe.
He was bowing his head slightly, his eyelashes drooping, a few snowflakes clinging to them, trembling gently.
By speaking out like this, Tianlangjun's inner conflict was certainly resolved. But for Luo Binghe, it was undeniably cruel.
The Demon Sword continued to emit a purplish-black aura, and the sounds of battle below grew increasingly clear. It seemed the descent of Burial Ridge was still ongoing, and it was unknown how far it was from the frozen surface of Luochuan.
Yue Qingyuan took a few steps toward the rock wall where the Heart Demon Sword was stuck. Shen Qingqiu said, "Things have come to this. Tianlang Jun, stop now."
It's not too late to stop now. If Tianlang-jun continues to channel demonic energy into the Heart Demon Sword, then killing him is truly the only way to stop the merging. In any case, Shen Qingqiu doesn't particularly want Tianlang-jun to die.
After all, getting scammed like this in a relationship is bad enough. And then to have someone else's life taken away... no boss is this unlucky!
Tianlang Jun suddenly burst out laughing.
Laughter echoed through the caves and ridges.
He seemed to find it quite amusing, tilting his head and saying, "Peak Master Shen, look, I can't even maintain my human form anymore."
At this moment, Shen Qingqiu had not yet realized the meaning behind his words, but she vaguely felt a jolt in her heart.
Tianlangjun said slowly and deliberately, "After fighting with you for so long, my body is quite exhausted. Who do you think has been maintaining the supply of demonic energy to the Heart Demon Sword?"
He spoke these words at a moderate pace, but every word he uttered made Shen Qingqiu feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his neck gradually stiffened.
"You should tell someone to stop. But that person isn't me."
Author's Note: The countdown to the ending of the main story is on.
These are the last few chapters, so each chapter will take a little longer to revise... QAQ Thank you everyone for your support along the way.
Thank you to all the little angels who threw the lightning bolts!
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