At the foot of Tianqi Mountain, two generations of powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine confronted each other. On the distant snow cliff, the World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism was gliding over with a sword on his back. Compared to these truly great figures, Ning Que was naturally an insignificant character. Although he was now a World Wayfarer of the Academy, the only one who was qualified to speak on behalf of the Academy was the Eldest Brother, who was standing quietly in the field. Therefore, no one paid attention to him and treated him as a passerby.
Ning Que did not feel sad about being ignored. On the contrary, he was happy that he had been forgotten by the crowd. Only in this way could he focus on the middle-aged man and not worry about being discovered by the crowd.
Looking at the middle-aged man's thick brows and the killing intent in his eyes, his expression did not change, but his hands behind his back gradually tightened. He felt that his throat was a little dry and wanted to drink some blood to moisten it.
His life was directly changed by this middle-aged man called Xia Hou. His happy family became a pool of blood because of this man. Because of this man, he lived in a dark hell on earth for many years.
Revenge was the most primitive and instinctive emotion of human beings, and Ning Que was no exception. Ever since he knew the name and identity of this man, he had secretly investigated and watched this man for many years. He was very familiar with everything about this man, including his most inconspicuous features and habits.
But today was the first time he saw him with his own eyes.
The World Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine called Tang was so powerful that he had ambushed Xia Hou with a strong murderous intent. However, he had failed to kill Xia Hou on the spot. After witnessing this earth-shattering battle, Ning Que finally had a clear understanding of Xia Hou's strength. He was more and more aware that he still had a long way to go if he wanted to take revenge.
However, he didn't feel any fear or depression in his heart. Instead, he became more confident and calm, firmly believing that he would be able to kill Xia Hou with his own hands one day — because no matter how powerful Xia Hou was, he still didn't make a move against Eldest Brother. Even if he couldn't reach Eldest Brother's realm in his lifetime, as long as he was in the Academy, he would have unlimited possibilities.
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Tang looked at Xia Hou expressionlessly and said, "If you were in Tuyang City, I really wouldn't know how to kill you. But since you left Tuyang City and hid in the north of Hulan Sea with the intention of killing people and robbing the Tomes of Arcane, how could I miss this opportunity to kill you? Perhaps you've already forgotten that you weren't the only one who survived the Enlightenment Doctrine. "
Xia Hou said, "There are many people who want to kill me."
Tang said, "To clean up the sect, no one has a better reason to kill you than me."
Xia Hou said, "But you failed to kill me."
Tang said, "The cultivation of the Enlightenment Doctrine is about advancing forward courageously across the world. The Desolate Man tribe is never afraid of any strong enemy. You did not dare to throw that punch earlier, which means that you are already old. Old means useless."
He looked at Xia Hou and continued to say indifferently, "Even if I can't kill you on the spot today, at least I know something … The most powerful man in the Enlightenment Doctrine in the past has now become a cowardly piece of trash, an old useless bastard who only dares to hide in his armor. How many days can a person like him survive under my fist?"
After a moment of silence, Xia Hou looked at Tang and said sarcastically, "Have you just finished adjusting your Qi-circulation?"
Dunn said, "You're almost there. Ye Su still needs some time to get here."
"Very well."
Xia Hou stretched out his hand and tore off his ragged coat, which was riddled with countless holes, revealing a bright gray armor underneath. The armor was engraved with dense black magic symbols, which were flowing with a solemn and powerful aura.
Ning Que stood beside the Eldest Brother and noticed that Xia Hou's aura suddenly rose after revealing the armor. He could not help but feel a chill in his heart. He looked at the Talisman characters on the bright armor and roughly guessed that it was the powerful armor designed by Professor Huang He and made by the two Senior Brothers at the back of the mountain of the Academy.
Tang silently looked at the armor on Xia Hou's body. Suddenly, he reached into the air beside him and grasped a giant blood-colored knife.
The knife was handed to him by Tang Xiaotang.
Tang said, "I didn't want to use the knife because a cowardly traitor like you doesn't deserve to die under this knife. But since the armor you wear is from the Academy, it would be disrespectful if I didn't use the knife."
Xia Hou looked at the giant blood-colored machete and naturally recalled many scenes from many years ago. He said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I didn't expect that the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation could really abandon everything in the world. He even left this knife to you."
Tang had already finished regulating his Qi-circulation and did not say another word to him. The burning red flame between his calves suddenly burst out, and his hill-like body blasted toward Xia Hou at a terrifying speed.
The two powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine were very familiar with each other's cultivation methods and fighting skills. Because of this, they could not use any means to lure the enemy or dodge. They could only collide with each other like the first tens of thousands of punches that sounded like a bell.
This time the battle was not as terrible as before.
The two figures collided and then separated, but it was more dangerous than before.
When the wind and sand fell, Tang's left shoulder seemed to have collapsed, and blood flowed.
On the other hand, Xia Hou's armor had an additional deep cut. The complicated Runes were stagnant and no longer as bright as before. Instead, it had become extremely dim, as if it had been placed in the storeroom for hundreds of years and was about to scatter.
Xia Hou slowly narrowed his eyes and touched the cold iron box on his waist with his right hand. Wherever his fingers touched, the rust would fall off.
As one of the few powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine left in the world, Tang clearly knew how powerful this traitor was. In the entire Front Gate, except for his teacher who had disappeared for many years, no one dared to say that they could defeat him.
Without the armor, perhaps the Enlightenment Doctrine powerhouse who had once dominated the Wilderness would really come back. At this moment, Xia Hou, who was determined to use all his spirit and strength at the moment of life and death, was more dangerous than before.
But Tang had waited silently in the Cold Region of the Far North for more than ten years, and finally had a chance to go south to kill this traitor. Of course, he would not miss this opportunity. So he held the hilt tightly and wanted to make the second cut.
However, he did not make the second cut.
Because a wooden Taoist Sword broke through the air and fell on the solid ground between him and Xia Hou. The hiltless tail of the sword trembled slightly and made a light buzzing sound.
An extremely lonely and desolate aura spread out from the wooden sword in all directions. It was as if it was not a wooden sword, but an old tree that had lived in the Wilderness for many years and could collapse at any moment.
Looking at the wooden sword, Tang frowned slightly and found that the proud and lonely guy went down the Snow-capped Peak faster than he had imagined. He could not help but wonder what had happened to make the person who had already stood at the peak of the Five States of Cultivation climb a little further in such a short period of time.
Looking at the wooden sword that was as desolate as an old tree, he knew that he had lost the chance to fight with Xia Hou today because of his slight miscalculation of that person's speed. After a moment of silence, he handed the knife to his sister behind him.
Tang Xiaotang put away the knife, and no one in the field could see where she had put it.
Xia Hou looked at Tang Xiaotang indifferently and slowly released the aura that was sometimes rusty and sometimes as hot as molten steel. Then he silently retreated more than a hundred feet out of the field.
He retreated to leave a place for the field.
There were very few people in the world who were qualified for Xia Hou to give up his place, but today there were many people at the foot of the mountain north of the Hulan Sea.
Ye Su stood beside the wooden sword without anyone noticing when his light plain robe fluttered in the cold wind.
After he pulled out the wooden sword from the ground and carried it back, the desolate and lonely aura on the wooden sword seemed to return to him. His body became a desolate old tree.
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This was the first time that Ning Que saw Ye Su, the successor of Zhishou Abbey.
He did not know his identity at this time, but he guessed that he must be a great person.
Many years later, before the final battle, he told Ye Su about their encounter at the foot of Tianqi Mountain. Many years later, Ye Su had no impression of Ning Que at that time, but Ning Que had a deep impression of him.
"I have never seen a person who can be so lonely. It seems that his feet are not standing on the ground of the human world, but another world. And he is clearly alive, but I feel that he has been dead for many years. This is not accurate. I should say that you seemed to be alive and dead in my eyes at that time. I feel sorry for you."
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Ye Su did not know that a guy whom he regarded as a passerby was pitying him at this time. In his eyes, there was only the scholar in the old coat and worn-out shoes who did not seem to have a sense of existence.
After a moment of silence, and no one knew what he was thinking, he calmly greeted the other, "Greetings, Mr. First."
Eldest Brother replied, "Hello."
Ye Su turned his head and looked at the iron box that Xia Hou had unknowingly held in his hand.
Tang's eyes also fell on the iron box.
Everyone in the field looked at the iron box, except for Ye Hongyu who looked at Ye Su with a complicated expression.
Even the Eldest Senior Brother was looking at the iron box. However, his calm and gentle gaze did not have any determination to seize it. There was only a strange curiosity.
Ye Su suddenly said, "Elder Xia has taken back the Tomes of Arcane for Haotian Taoism. Congratulations."
Tang said, "People in Haotian Taoism are still as shameless as years ago."
Xia Hou said indifferently, "This has nothing to do with Haotian Taoism."
Hearing this answer, Ye Su was silent.
The emperor and ministers of the Tang Empire were suspicious. Xia Hou had entered the Wilderness to steal the Tomes of Arcane and tried to kill the guy sent by the Academy. He would not be able to explain to Chang 'an afterward. At this time, he was surrounded by people at the Hulan Sea. If he still wanted to keep his reputation and power, he could only rely on his status as a visiting professor of the Divine Hall.
Ye Su congratulated him and gave him a chance to get out of trouble. He only needed to exchange the Tomes of Arcane for it, but Xia Hou did not accept it.
Ye Su understood why he did not want to accept it. The dignified General of the Tang Empire could do such a thing. He must have made up his mind and wanted to completely cut off the past years. Moreover, the situation at the Hulan Sea was very complicated, so he still had a chance. The most important thing was that Mr. First of the Academy had not said anything.
The "Ming" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane would appear in the Wilderness. This was an edict issued by the Great Divine Priest of Revelation after he returned from the South Sea. No one in the world would doubt this, especially Ye Su, who knew that this must be the conclusion of the Abbey Dean.
Because of this, many countries in the world sent people into the Wilderness to try to enter the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. In the end, Ning Que and the others succeeded. However, those who were really qualified to steal the Tomes of Arcane had been secretly waiting.
The Tomes of Arcane were cicadas.
Ning Que and the other young generation were mantises.
Xia Hou was the oriole.
Tang and Ye Su were the hunters.
Eldest Brother was nothing. In his words, he was just a passer-by.
However, when he passed by the Hulan Sea, there was no more story of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Everyone turned to look at the ordinary-looking scholar.
Eldest Brother asked Ning Que, "Do you want that iron box?"
Ning Que shook his head.
Hearing his answer, Eldest Brother did not hesitate at all. He looked at the crowd and said gently, "You can fight for this box if you want. We are just passing by and are in a hurry to go back to Chang 'an. So we will leave first."
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(Tomorrow is Saturday. I wish everyone and I have a good rest. I snicker. I can finally drink to my heart's content tonight.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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