Chapter 1129: Chapter 706: Secrets and Surprise Attack_2
Xu Changge fell silent for a mont, his eyes narrowing slightly:
“You… sure?”
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..
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Above the Sword Pavilion, a figure in white as pure as snow.
Feng Jiuxuan stood high above, gazing down at his two nephews below, his expression calm, yet a trace of barely perceptible anger flickered deep in his eyes.
In the next instant,
as that familiar middle-aged man clad in black appeared at his side, Feng Jiuxuan thrust his sword finger directly at him.
Whoosh———
Xu Yinhe tilted his head, dodging it, a strand of hair severed, drifting down along the curtain of raindrops cascading from the Sword Pavilion’s curved eaves.
His tranquil gaze lingered on his brother-in-law for a heartbeat before Xu Yinhe shifted his attention to the two offspring in the sword field below.
Feng Jiuxuan’s voice, cold yet laced with suppressed anger, rang out: “What did you say to Changtian just now?”
Xu Yinhe replied calmly: “So things about the past.”
Feng Jiuxuan’s brows furrowed deeper: “If it were only things of the past, why would Changtian react like this?”
Xu Yinhe was silent for a brief mont before saying:
“That’s Changtian’s choice.”
Feng Jiuxuan unsheathed his sword, his grip on the scabbard tightening to the point of creaking:
“Xu Yinhe, it would be best if you stopped playing gas with right now.”
“…..”
After a mont’s pause, Xu Yinhe looked at his eldest son below, who was picking up the Jade Sword, and asked:
“Brother, what do you think of Changge’s temperant?”
“….”
Feng Jiuxuan was silent, pressing his hand against the sword hilt, revealing an inch of icy blade.
Xu Yinhe’s tied-up hair danced in the lingering autumn rain:
“Changge’s disposition has followed your uncle since he was young.”
Feng Jiuxuan drew his sword two inches out: “So what if it follows ?”
Xu Yinhe turned his gaze, fixing his pitch-black eyes as deep as an abyss on the man before him, his tone deliberate and resolute:
“Brother, the tides have shifted. If Changge keeps going like this, he’ll die.”
Feng Jiuxuan’s pupils flickered montarily.
The golden threads on the ink-black dragon robe adorned by Xu Yinhe exuded a natural authority; he spoke in a asured voice:
“Changge… personally witnessed Qian’er and Chang’an’s demise. He has always wanted to shoulder everything alone, shielding Changtian from all dangers.”
At this point,
Xu Yinhe glanced at Feng Jiuxuan:
“You’ve seen what we’re about to face in the Western Desert during that trip. Do you think Changge can survive continuing like this?”
“…”
Feng Jiuxuan silently pushed the two-inch blade back into the scabbard.
His eldest nephew indeed had no equal among peers, but as the rules began to collapse, the adversaries Xu Changge would face were no longer of his generation.
If Changge were given enough ti, he might beco another him, fearless of anyone in the world. But… now, there was no ti left to grow.
Changge’s nature—too rigid, too brittle.
If not for the Jiantian Pavilion Master rushing to the Western Desert, he likely would have died outside the Heavenly Master Mansion.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Jiuxuan casually dissipated the sword in his hand, speaking softly:
“Changtian is trying to wake Changge up?”
Xu Yinhe didn’t speak imdiately.
After a long pause, he finally asked hesitantly:
“Brother, do you think Changtian is a match for Changge?”
“…” Feng Jiuxuan.
The autumn wind howled; the two Supre Saints fell silent together.
After another stretch,
Feng Jiuxuan hesitated before reluctantly saying:
“… He should have a chance of winning.”
“Good.”
“Even if he loses, it shouldn’t look too bad.”
“….” Xu Yinhe.
The autumn rain continued to fall, and the two Supre Saints were silent once more.
Suddenly, Feng Jiuxuan suggested:
“If things don’t work out, why don’t you and I secretly help Changtian? Changtian will surely cooperate with us.”
“….” Xu Yinhe.
“….” Xu Yuan.
Upon hearing the scheming transmission of this self-proclaid “King of Strategy,” Xu Yuan’s carefully cultivated emotions almost crumbled.
What, am I really this untrustworthy?
Has the fight not even begun, and they’re already planning a fake match for ?
Was my instant slaying of a Saint back then sothing this uncle didn’t see?
Taking a deep breath,
Xu Yuan pushed back his urge to transmit a reply, then glanced at Xu Changge nearby, nodding coldly:
“Rest assured, you’re definitely not my match right now.”
Xu Changge, oblivious to the secret conspiracy between his father and uncle atop the pavilion, gripped the Jade Sword inscribed with a Phoenix Kite, fell silent montarily, then chuckled lightly:
“Then let your elder brother see how much you’ve improved after breaking through Mortal Transcendence.”
As his words fell,
Xu Changge’s wrist moved slightly, and the Phoenix Kite Sword carved through the air in an instant, creating ripples of chilling sharpness. The Sword Spirit within it imdiately recognized its bloodline master anew.
In the next instant,
without warning, Xu Changge thrust his sword directly at Xu Yuan.
Before activating his cultivation technique, Xu Yuan faintly perceived Xu Changge using just one strike.
But as the ray of sword light sped through the air, it split—
One,
Two,
Countless.
A storm of sword rays filled the sky and surged forth.
In the silence,
Xu Yuan slowly closed his eyes, reopened them, and his blood-red pupils erged.
With the support of the Blood Essence teoring Art, countless details ca into view.
The seeming convergence of countless piercing lights shifted speeds just before nearing him—so accelerating, so slowing.
Was this ant to break his Step Void Slash?
The thought passed like lightning; Xu Yuan simply stood still without the slightest intention to move.
In the next mont,
on the pavilion’s roof, Xu Yinhe’s brows furrowed slightly as he instinctively tried to lift his hand, but Feng Jiuxuan grabbed his wrist:
“Don’t interfere.”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
Xu Yuan didn’t use Step Void Slash to evade.
Xu Changge’s innurable sword rays sliced directly through his body unobstructed. Scalding blood flowed down into the rain veil below, scarlet blooming across the sword field…
Xu Changge’s heart nearly stopped as he stared, stunned, at the spectacle.
Boom!
The solid ground beneath shattered, and his figure vanished.
Reappearing before Xu Yuan, Xu Changge both crouched to examine his younger brother’s injuries and cursed angrily:
“Xu Changtian, you actually…”
BAM!!!!
Before he could finish his sentence,
Xu Yuan threw a punch directly into the face of this self-proclaid strategist.
A solid blow.
The force was imnse, scattering the cascading rain in all directions with the shockwave!
In what seed like frozen ti,
Xu Changge’s body lifted off the ground, his handso and striking face twisted under the brutal impact on his cheek, his jet-black eyes filled with astonishnt and disbelief.
Ti resud,
“Boom————”
Xu Changge’s figure transford into a blurred shadow, flying backward into the Sword Pavilion, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Xu Yuan calmly dusted nonexistent particles from himself and the holes in his clothing, then glanced down at his fist, which had just sent the strategist flying, his expression remaining cold and stoic.
But it felt amazing!
Damn, it felt amazing!
As this thought crossed his mind, Xu Yuan suddenly realized he had forgotten to record the mont. Quickly, he retrieved the two mory Stones his sister-in-law had given him from the Suru Ring and tossed them into the air.
After this,
Xu Yuan finally cast his gaze toward the Sword Pavilion engulfed in dust, speaking in an icy tone:
“Xu Changge, are you just tickling ?”
…
…
…
“This is Changtian’s Dao Charm?”
Xu Yinhe looked at his defeated eldest son and, after a mont of silence, murmured: “Regeneration this swift is nearly on par with a Ghoul.”
Feng Jiuxuan turned his face slightly, remaining quiet.
He had seen the battle in Zhenxi Prefecture City clearly back then.
From the mont this third nephew braved that sword attack head-on, he had guessed what would happen next.
This kid truly has zero sense of sha…
Yet after a brief silence, Feng Jiuxuan couldn’t help but say softly:
“Though underhanded, Changtian’s actions can be considered a reminder to Changge to go all out.”
Xu Yinhe, having only read the Western Desert scrolls, hesitated before asking:
“You’re saying Changtian’s regeneration ability is unlimited? But Changge’s sword intent….”
“Sword intent has no effect on Changtian’s self-healing.”
Feng Jiuxuan stared at his third nephew and said softly:
“Changtian just restored himself using Life’s Dao Charm.”
“…..”
Xu Yinhe remained quiet for a mont, a barely discernible smile tugging at the corner of his lips:
“So that’s it… Life and Death Dao Charm, is it?”
“Yes.”
Feng Jiuxuan replied softly, then fixed his attention on his third nephew below, whose confidence seed boundless, raising his voice slightly to reach every corner of the Sword Pavilion:
“Even I, his uncle, would struggle to kill Changtian now.”
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