Chapter 439: A Piercing Pain
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yun Yang was hiding underneath the snow, trying his hardest to suppress his emotions and warned himself over and over again.
"Mr. Nian! The person outside is really Mr. Nian!"
"That man standing outside is my nesis! I have to persevere, survive this battle! I must not give up until the mont I kill him!"
"Otherwise, I will never rest in peace. Not only will I die in restlessness, my brothers and family won't rest in peace as well!"
"If I were to give up, how can this boundless debt of blood and colossal grudges be resolved?"
"No matter how he infuriates or provokes , I have to carry on."
"I must press ahead!"
"I can't die!"
"I must not die!"
Yun Yang repeated it like a mantra, and his emotions eventually cooled down again.
Mr. Nian had no idea that his mind ga, which he thought had managed to cast doubt on his enemy, had instead beco Yun Yang's source of stability.
He was falling prey to his own trick. A wise man's intelligence might not go according to his wishes; sotis, it worked adversely. Therefore, the use of mind tricks was subtle; it did not always work as planned.
He graceful voice continued to ring in the air, his words growing more vicious, a stark contrast to his gentle and sonorous tone.
"That day, during the fight at Tianxuan Cliff, the Nine Supres, whose reputation intimidated Tianxuan's countries, had arrived, but they had lost their manifestation powers that had rocketed them to their fa. I can still rember the gory scene, I can still recall the Nine Supres' leader, Supre Earth, dismbered in a palm strike. Even his head as broken into seven or eight different pieces. Supre Earth indeed… he eventually turned into soil himself. I don't think anyone could have survived that. Still, he died in a manner befitting his status - he returned to the earth, like earth. Undoubtedly, Supre Earth would have to die on earth!"
Yun Yang felt his heart clench violently, the pain indescribable.
It was a suffocating agony, an extre sensation that could barely be put into words.
However, he had to endure it! No matter how painful and how it was clawing at him, he had to grit his teeth and see through it!
"I can't be angry. I can't be impulsive! He is saying all these to force out. Being so concerned about my life and death, the Nine Supres' power must have the capacity to threaten him. I mustn't be reckless, I have to think about the future… Oh, how I really want to charge out and die fighting!"
No one would know and no one could understand how excruciating such tolerance and waiting was.
It was a torture that wrenched the physical, soul and mind, bit by harrowing bit.
Despite all of these, he had to keep his cool!
The voice outside still ca drifting in like a chant as it chuckled, "Painful? Do you feel the unbearable ache? Do you feel like you're breaking down? Don't you wish to fight, with your life on the line? Even being killed in one swift slash is ten thousand tis better than what you are feeling right now. That is my prized achievent in life!"
"Another Supre actually ran amuck when he saw Supre Earth die… To think, he actually charged over without raising any of his defenses, and naturally, he got beaten to a pulp, dying even more thoroughly than Supre Earth had. Let's see, what else was there? Oh, did you know that Supre Gold ca out roaring, and challenged all the experts present, saying that he wanted to fight them one on one? Now that I think about it, that impulse then must have been an attempt to protect you, wasn't it?"
Past mories that had been sealed away resurfaced again. Yun Yang's emotional state was put under such pressure that he could barely hold on, teetering on the brink of breaking down.
He had been keeping himself from recalling all those things, from thinking about the raw past but his composure was being knocked askew now, unmanned by the culprit himself. Yun Yang then realized that the mories actually remained fresh in his mind; not a single detail had faded with ti.
…
"It has been destined that there will only be death here today, but we can't all die here!"
It was the eldest Supre Earth who was speaking; his tone was grim and stern.
"Our remaining abilities can only allow us to strike one last ti now. There can't be any mistake."
"Only one of us will be able to make it out."
"I hope it's ol'Ninth."
Supre Earth's voice was rushed. His eyes looked over the brothers repeatedly, as if wanting to imprint them in his mind, so they could reunite in the yellow spring once again.
"Ol'Ninth is the youngest among us, but his intelligence triumphs over us all. He takes action after contemplation and he has always predicted the enemy's moves with precision and foresight; at the sa ti, only with him staying alive can he activate the Residence of Nine Supres after this and obtain what belongs to ol'Eighth. Subsequently, he will access to the rest of our cultivation thods… cultivating all of the Nine Supres' arcane magic alone and gathering the power of the Nine Supres within him!"
"The rest of us can only start in the middle, and we will only end up being pale imitations of ourselves, if anything at all."
"Therefore, we can die, but ol'Ninth must stay alive. This hope must be given to him!"
"The only hope we have must be entrusted to him!"
"The legend of the Nine Supres shall stay alight if Supre Cloud remains alive!"
"In the future, he - will be the new Nine Supres!"
The other brothers did not say a thing, listening to Supre Earth's arrangent earnestly. Their gazes spoke of an unadulterated agreent; no one hesitated nor did they doubt their eldest in the least.
The only voice of rejection ca from -
"I disagree!"
Yun Yang could hear himself saying, "We stay alive together and we die together! What do you an, placing the hope of survival on ? I don't want it! I don't crave for it! What's there to be afraid of death?"
His words then mimicked that of a headstrong child; there was nothing about what he said that resembled the words of a wise person who was calm in the face of chaos.
"Knock him out. Take his mask off and find a brother to replace him! We can't use our arcane skills anyway, all eight hundred of us are the sa! Whoever wears the mask now can be Supre Cloud, that person will be one of the Nine Supres!"
Supre Earth's voice was a low growl and was also what Yun Yang heard last, in addition to a few more from chants from his other brothers.
"Scratch his face, create the illusion of serious injury."
"My youngest brother… my good brother!"
"Stay alive!"
"You must live on! If you die, we will have no more hope!"
Then, he knew nothing more, entering a state of false death.
An excruciating pain drowned him, together with a heavy blow on his head. He was in a thorough state of confusion; the only feeling he had was his brother's powers that were trembling with anticipation.
It was the activation of the last of their arcane powers.
Then… there was no more.
When he regained consciousness, he realized that he was like a tattered doll, buried deep under the ground with one leg left outside - no, it was broken outside and had been hacked into sections, while his head had caved in like a smashed waterlon.
There was a big hole where his heart used to be, a fatal injury if ever there was one.
Obviously, his brothers had given him a disguise, but the enemy was thorough in their work; they had still smashed his head and jabbed a large hole in his heart. Finally, he had been buried, covered by all the other corpses in the end.
The combination of the Nine Supres' last remnants of power had instigated the response of his cloud manifestation power. The result of their efforts had co into effect; despite being under the spiritual restraint they had created a miracle by giving Yun Yang a chance to survive a lethal injury!
There was also that lotus seed…
They were the ones that had made him what he was today.
All my brothers' hopes are on - I can't go out, I can't die!
…
Outside, Mr. Nian's vile voice continued to drawl, "It is understandable that you wouldn't understand why we attacked. Similarly, I don't understand how you managed to escape death then."
"There was a total of eight hundred and nine people and we gathered eight hundred and nine corpses. There was no mistake in this! Each person was also dismbered, had their hearts removed and their heads smashed… but Supre Cloud, why aren't you dead yet?"
Yun Yang's heart was dripping blood.
"You have remained resilient, unwilling to co out. That is fine. I will keep you company here until you can't carry on or maybe until the mont you co out from the inability to persist in your stubbornness."
The voice outside was faint.
"Yutang's eastern defenses is about to be breached anyway… the Empire of Yutang shall beco history soon. This will not be changed whether you co out or not. A year or two, three years or five, I shall continue to wait here!"
A faint chuckle could be heard at the end of the sentence.
"This is not too bad actually. At least, I know that you're here. As long as you're not dead, I can sense it!"
"I shall let you continue to persist like this. When the Empire of Yutang that you've guarded with your life falls, when you've co out then, everything will be but a drifting cloud - that's not too bad an ending, is it?"
Yun Yang's heart sunk. That was his other fatal concern, and Mr. Nian had guessed it correctly.
If he were to be stuck here, Fu Baoguo would be at the rcy of Han Sanhe's million-strong army, no matter how brave he was in the east.
Once the east side was breached, the enemy would swarm in.
With no hope of a defense, Yutang would definitely fall under Han Sanhe's Steel Cavalry!
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