Chapter 62: The Only Chance Of Survival
The giant ship flying the “Sui” flag was only a hundred steps from the shore. Shi Jiuzhai sat directly opposite the window, and with his cultivation, he could naturally see Li Weiyi’s appearance clearly. After feeling a sense of familiarity, he recalled carefully and remembered that it was the “little wolf cub” he had met in Zangxian Town.
He had actually misjudged that day.
Who exactly was he?
“This is just too interesting!”
Shi Jiuzhai muttered this, pondered for a moment, then said: “This Shi believes Senior An’s words make sense. A fine battle between top hundred martial artists in the Spring Gushing Realm has been ruined by two Five Seas Realm intruders—it’s utterly spoilsport. How about we start a gambling game to see if he can break through the encirclement and escape?”
Start a gambling game?
Yang Qingxi sneered inwardly, how could she not hear that the White-Clad Hermit and Shi Jiuzhai wanted to protect that kid and were deliberately creating a way to live for him.
Perhaps out of talent appreciation, perhaps eyeing those few magic tools, or perhaps they had noticed some clues she hadn’t. But one thing was beyond doubt: once that kid broke free and escaped, Coffin Mountain and the Earth Wolf King Army would surely hunt him down.
If she continued to insist on sending Xu Changlin and Tang Yan to act, it would be not giving face to the White-Clad Hermit and Shi Jiuzhai. If these two persisted, even stepping in personally…
That would make things too awkward!
Even if Li Weiyi had shown such extraordinary combat power, in Yang Qingxi’s view, it was still negligible; she could casually dispatch a Five Seas Realm to kill him.
But now, not only did the Cang Li Tribe value him.
Even the White-Clad Hermit and Shi Jiuzhai had hidden intentions, so she, Yang Qingxi, naturally had to take it with twelve times the seriousness.
“Since you two want to watch the show, Qingxi naturally won’t spoil the fun. A mere Spring Gushing Realm—in Li Zhou, the Sui Sect doesn’t even need to mobilize a Five Seas Realm to make him annihilate.”
Yang Qingxi waved her hand, making Xu Changlin and Tang Yan retreat, then called out: “Xue Zheng!”
Xue Zheng, guarding the main hall entrance, his whole body of muscles and skin filled with a silver metal texture, stood with hand on his saber, gazing at that Nine Springs Supreme Person Li Qing with eager, itching-to-try eyes.
Hearing the call from inside the room, Xue Zheng withdrew his gaze, took two steps forward, and knelt on one knee toward the main hall: “Young Lady, rest assured. This subordinate will go take that person’s head right now and ensure he doesn’t harm Young Master Yun.”
Xue Zheng rose and looked toward the shore, circulating magic power that turned into misty rosy clouds overflowing from his body, then shot out from the giant ship deck like a cannonball, landing on the water more than ten feet away.
“Boom!”
The magic energy cloud under his feet was too thick; under such impact, he didn’t sink underwater.
He stepped on the river surface, saber raised, dashing swiftly, faster than chasing wind and moon.
…
Li Weiyi rushed toward the riverbank where the Silver Horned Elk Carriage had flipped and crashed, injecting magic power into the Silver Thread Gloves, determined for a quick battle and decision, absolutely not giving the pursuers behind a chance to encircle him.
“Splash!”
Yang Yun, hidden in the shadows behind the carriage, seized the moment and leaped up.
One sword thrust out!
Li Weiyi was mid-leap in the air a few feet off the ground, his arm turning into a phantom, clashing head-on with Yang Yun.
“Bang! Bang! Bang…”
A series of moves collided, their figures shifting and weaving.
In an instant, Li Weiyi landed on the overturned carriage, having used Spirit Treasure Seizing to reclaim the Yellow Dragon Sword in hand, feeling a surge of joy like reuniting with a lost beloved.
In contrast, Yang Yun fell wretchedly into the shallow water of the embankment, his body smashing the roof of a fishing boat into collapse.
Clang! A ship lantern fell, and the fishing boat immediately burst into raging flames.
Suddenly.
In the firelight, Li Weiyi sensed something and looked toward the giant ship that had been silently stationary in the center of the Great River. A streak of silver radiance shot out from the deck, streaking straight toward the shore where he was.
Even from afar, he could feel the sharp saber intent and killing aura on the other, and sense himself locked by the opponent’s gaze.
“Li Zhou Seven Springs Hall Fourth, Silver Half Immortal Body, undefeated saber wielder Xue Zheng.”
Though locked by Xue Zheng’s gaze made Li Weiyi feel very uncomfortable, the true source of his sense of crisis was that giant ship.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, Li Weiyi urged magic power into the Yellow Dragon Sword, his figure leaping up, one sword straight toward Yang Yun.
Perhaps only by capturing Yang Yun as hostage before Xue Zheng arrived would there be a slim chance of survival tonight.
Yang Yun naturally noticed Xue Zheng’s arrival, and with Shi Chuan Yu, Murong Xiao, and others even closer and arriving in an instant, he just needed to hold off Li Weiyi for one or two breaths, and the situation would completely reverse.
“Good timing!”
Yang Yun stood in the water, red firelight blazing behind him, laughing loudly: “The Eighth Spring Feng Fu contains a small Sea of Qi, so those who open eight springs are also called minor Five Seas. Today, I’ll let you see the true strength of one who opens eight springs.”
Yang Yun knew his most foolish act earlier was trying to forcibly use that magic tool war sword despite being unable to urge it.
He would never repeat that mistake.
Magic power from all eight springs in his body gathered toward his arm, executing the Breaking Air Fist he had cultivated for years.
Magic power on his fist shone bright like stars.
“Boom!”
One fist struck out.
The magic energy in the Feng Fu small Sea of Qi was instantly depleted, surging to his arm, forming a substantial fist energy impact wave that made the air explode with deafening roars.
This was the trump card of an eight springs opener martial cultivator!
Deplete all magic energy in the Feng Fu to unleash a strongest attack approaching Five Seas Realm.
Only one move, but enough to reign supreme in Spring Gushing Realm.
Even though Li Weiyi had psychological preparation, he was still shocked flying backwards by this fist energy, his body as if punched from afar, five viscera and six bowels all aching. Fortunately, he had urged magic power into the corpse clothes soft armor worn close to his body, greatly dissipating the fist energy impact.
After opening six springs, magic power was of higher quality, and urging the corpse clothes soft armor again, he could clearly feel it emanating a cool sensation.
The soft armor released strands of qi flow, rapidly circulating around his body.
Of course, in the current situation, Li Weiyi had no time to remove his outer garment to check.
Yang Yun’s smile quickly froze, because he discovered that Li Weiyi, blasted away by one fist, had not fallen to the ground but stepped on the void and looped back.
This…
What movement technique was this?
Li Weiyi swung his sword faster than cutting vegetables, three swords in a row: the first severed Yang Yun’s hair bun, the second pierced his collarbone, the third slashed his thigh.
Finally.
Five fingers clamped his nape, completely subduing him.
Just a slight force, and he could twist off his head.
“You can’t kill me, my sister is on the ship, you can’t escape…”
Yang Yun faced the water surface, like a cat caught by the neck, his face deathly pale, not daring to move, all his previous arrogant and perverse demeanor gone.
“Li Weiyi, release Young Master Yun, and I’ll let you leave.”
Shi Chuan Yu, who had caught up, shouted this.
Li Weiyi didn’t take him seriously, his gaze turning to the swift figure stepping over the river surface into the fishing boat area, as if cast from silver.
“Do I need you to let me leave? Do you have the qualification to say that?”
Li Weiyi crushed the last blood bag on the Scripture Belt, one hand holding Yang Yun, one hand with the sword, charging toward Shi Chuan Yu, Murong Xiao, and the others.
A few breaths later.
Li Weiyi broke through the encirclement, climbed the embankment, with several more wounds on his body, blood flowing from his cheek and arm.
And in the embankment, there were two more corpses of Seven Springs martial cultivators.
Magic energy silver mist erupted under his feet, he turned into a shadow in the night, rushing downstream along the riverbank, Yang Yun in his hand as if weightless.
Since Yang Qingxi was on the ship, jumping into the Sui River would be walking into a trap.
“Holding a person and still having such speed, he has quite a few magic tools on him.”
Xue Zheng raised his saber and chased onto the embankment. Li Weiyi was already ten feet away. One could imagine if he wasn’t holding Yang Yun, his speed wouldn’t lose to those Nine Springs Supreme Persons, even comparable to some Five Seas Realm.
“So fast, as expected of the top five in all of Li Zhou’s Spring Gushing Realm. Someone who can reach this ranking definitely has extraordinary qualities beyond the ordinary.”
Li Weiyi was headache over how to shake off Xue Zheng chasing behind when suddenly ahead, Yao Zheng Sheng’s four-meter-tall giant ape figure stood like a wall in the middle of the road, holding a Thousand Jin Iron Rod, with the momentum of one man guarding the pass against ten thousand.
Li Weiyi was now covered in wounds, body and mind exhausted. Facing Yao Zheng Sheng, who had innate divine strength and had cultivated staff technique to the Law Integration Realm, he truly felt a sense of doomed end.
Moreover, even if Yao Zheng Sheng could only entangle him for one or two rounds, Xue Zheng behind would arrive in an instant.
How to escape then?
Yao Zheng Sheng’s Mountain Splitting Staff Technique, Heavenly Law Integration—once unleashed, impossible to dodge. Now, it was like being trapped in a dead end.
But without breaking through this pass, how to talk of a way to live?
Li Weiyi took a deep breath, speed undiminished, charging straight at Yao Zheng Sheng in the middle of the road. The light of the Yellow Dragon Sword in his hand shone to the extreme, his gaze increasingly firm.
Pass every difficult pass.
Mountain ahead, split the mountain.
Heaven blocks me, open the heaven.
Eight feet, seven feet, six feet…
Distance closing, Li Weiyi’s blood boiling, pores open, battle intent at peak.
Four feet, three feet.
At the last two feet, Li Weiyi let out a long howl echoing along both shores of the Sui River, feet kicking off the ground to leap, eyes like knife edges fixed on Yao Zheng Sheng’s every minute movement, including breathing, pores, muscles…
Yao Zheng Sheng waited at ease for the exhausted opponent, but knew this young man was formidable, equally fully focused.
Magic energy overflowed his body, Thousand Jin Iron Rod swung up, instantly entering Heavenly Law Integration state.
Iron Rod swung out, like a mountain peak toppling.
Wind from all eight directions, tremendous momentum.
“Splash!”
Li Weiyi mid-air, before his eyes no longer Yao Zheng Sheng, only an endless sea, entering the Law Integration Realm of sole self under heaven. Sword swung straight down, sword light tearing the sea, reaching the horizon.
“Puff!”
Behind, Xue Zheng, only four feet from the battlefield, clearly saw the desperate clash of two Law Integration Realm strong practitioners. Ultimately Li Weiyi was a fraction faster, and that fraction decided victory, life and death—one sword splitting off half of Yao Zheng Sheng’s head.
Li Weiyi holding Yang Yun, accompanied by the blood spring gushing from Yao Zheng Sheng’s head, leaped over the corpse.
Xue Zheng stood four feet away, all Feng Fu magic energy surging to his arms, whole body muscles and skin bursting with bright silver light, rings of vigor overflowing, ground dust shaken up, stone slabs underfoot shattered.
Saber raised overhead, one chop from afar.
A domineering peerless saber light tore the night curtain like black cloth.
“Splash splash!”
Where saber light passed, a deep groove appeared in the stone slabs, straight to Li Weiyi four feet away.
Li Weiyi after landing seemed utterly unaffected, rapidly fleeing into the night.
Xue Zheng showed a puzzled look, unable to believe a Spring Gushing Realm could hard resist his strongest saber strike and continue escaping at undiminished speed. Even though after flying four feet, the vigor had decayed by more than half.
…
“You’ve been bleeding nonstop, quickly put me down, maybe then you can still escape.” Yang Yun felt his hair was stuck wet by the blood constantly flowing from Li Weiyi’s mouth.
“You’re getting slower, they’ll catch up soon. Not just Xue Zheng, but also the Five Seas Realm…”
Li Weiyi slapped the noisy Yang Yun unconscious with one palm.
Rushing out more than ten li, suburban houses gradually sparse, darkness filled with vast farmlands. The other side was the sound of increasingly rapid water flow.
The giant ship on the Sui River was long out of sight.
Li Weiyi’s vision somewhat darkened. Using corpse clothes soft armor defense to hard block Xue Zheng’s saber had caused serious internal injuries, plus full body external wounds and extreme physical consumption from continuous fighting—everything sustained by sheer will to survive and unyielding battle intent, keeping him from collapsing until now.
No longer hesitating, he took out the Evil Camel Bell, urging it with magic power to ring.
“Ding ding!”
“Splash!”
A three-to-four-meter-tall, half-virtual half-real giant camel manifested in the yin wind.
Li Weiyi mounted it, like riding a clump of cotton, placed the unconscious Yang Yun horizontally on the camel’s back, then under the cover of Ghost Flag nether mist rapidly galloped away.
Xue Zheng, who caught up, only heard a faint bell sound fading into the darkness.
