I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night Chapter 342 - 239: Sixty Years of Planning, All for One Deat

I had thought that severing the Willow Venerable’s roots would see us through the greatest peril of the night.

I never expected that the wood shavings ford from the severed Willow Venerable Roots would ignite without fla and transform into blazing lights, revealing the true tactics!

"..."

Lin Yan’s gaze was distant, his complexion somber.

After delivering that strike, his True Qi was depleted, his body exhausted, his spirit spent; he had no strength left to fight.

He could only watch helplessly as countless sparks of light converged towards him.

Yet, at that mont, he heard a sigh.

The aged voice sounded sowhat familiar.

"Do not be afraid, pick up your sword."

"..."

In his dazed state, Lin Yan saw an old man appear before him.

He rembered this old man; when he first entered the High Willow City Sky Observation Bureau, it was this very man who cursed the Commander for being an old waste.

Latter, the old man had gifted him a treasure, helping him to reforge his saber.

At the ti, the old man had claid to be unnad, as one already dead.

"I have co to embrace death."

As the old man faced Lin Yan, his aged, withered face revealed a complex smile, bearing an expression of soone finally finding relief.

Boom!!!

The innurable points of light gathered behind the old man.

He stood in front of Lin Yan, allowing none of the blazing lights to touch Lin Yan.

The skin on his face, wrinkled like tree bark, began to twist, and his eyes deepened.

Yet, he chuckled and said, "An old monster as decayed as I am destined to be of no further service to the Human Clan. The era to co should be left to your generation."

His eyes sowhat dazed, the old man sighed, "Sixty years ago, my ntor shielded from the elents and protected with his life."

"In my life, I have missed many things and made many mistakes."

"Yet, out of all things, I dare not make a single mistake when it cos to protecting High Willow City."

"I have clung to life for more than sixty years, all for this very day."

"As a mber of the Human Clan, I have done my best."

As his voice faded, he gently closed his eyes.

Then, a figure erged from behind him.

It was the esteed Commander of the High Willow City Sky Observation Bureau.

"Old friend, you go ahead today; it won’t be long before I join you."

At that mont, the Commander, holding his saber aloft with one arm, heroically brought it down.

Lin Yan opened his mouth, as if to say sothing.

But then he saw the Commander’s saber strike at the nape of the old man’s neck.

Everything in the world seed to freeze for a mont.

Bang!

Yet the old man’s Qi chanism burst forth!

His face turned ferocious as the force of his Qi chanism knocked Lin Yan back tens of yards.

And the Commander behind him could only slice half an inch deep into flesh before his saber refused to cut any further.

"Damn it! The ’Tribulation Ashes’ of Liu Shen are denser than expected!"

The Commander felt his heart sink and instinctively reached for a Spirit Talisman.

But his complexion instantly turned pale.

Because the sacred talisman crafted by Lu Changsheng had already been used.

Previously, to rescue Lin Yan, he had ignited the talisman, slashing it upon the Willow Venerable Roots, causing thousands of threads to tremble and thus helped Lin Yan escape from the cocoon.

Now, with the talisman exhausted, even his strength was insufficient to sever the flesh of his old friend.

"Is that all?"

The old man’s face darkened as he waved his hand.

The Commander, like a streak of light, was sent flying and smashed against the southern city wall, collapsing a large segnt of it.

Even with his level of Cultivation and physical strength, at that mont, he suffered broken bones and mangled flesh.

He spat out blood while struggling to stand.

Then he saw the old man turning towards him.

With a single step, the old man was under the city wall.

With his palm poised to strike, he was set to crush the Commander’s skull into his chest!

As the Commander stood powerless to resist, his life seed to be at its end.

But suddenly, the old man’s body stiffened, his face twisted with mixed emotions.

At tis madness, pain, and sorrow flitted across his face, all converging into a ferocious roar.

"Kill !"

"..."

The Commander struggled to his feet, only to slump back down, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

He couldn’t help but look in the direction of Linjiang Square.

At this mont, if anyone could slay this old brother, bearing the Mana of Liu Shen, it would have to be Mr. Lu.

But Mr. Lu had only enough power for one strike, which he had already expended on Lin Yan’s saber light!

The plot of the night had reached its final step!

The seeds of Tribulation Ash had finally been confined within the body of this old friend!

If they killed this old friend, they could fulfill the years-long strategy!

Could it be that, at this final mont, all would fall through?

Just because he couldn’t restrain himself and had used up Mr. Lu’s talisman too early?

"Change... the sword... that sword..."

The old man, his body immobilized, seed to endure imnse pain; in his struggle, he slowly knelt down, murmuring gravely, "By night..."

Upon hearing this, the Commander was montarily stunned.

Then he saw Lin Yan, dragging his weary body, picking up a saber, stumbling toward them.

"Quickly!"

The old man uttered a hoarse cry, then with great difficulty extended his hand and tightly gripped his own neck.

He forced his head to the ground.

Exposing his nape fully in the process.

Lin Yan continued to gasp for air, enduring the exhaustion of his flesh and spirit, as endless fatigue surged like dark tides.

His eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a thousand pounds and were nearly impossible to keep open.

Each breath seed to take all the effort he had.

Every step felt incredibly distant.

Finally, Lin Yan arrived behind the old man.

He raised the saber with great difficulty, its weight imnse.