Chapter 64
Words:1878Update:22/07/01 04:54:31
Although the disciples of the Leng Family did not know what the Family Head meant by cultivators, the Family Head had already escaped. Moreover, the mysterious figure in the sky was so terrifying that no one wanted to die. Naturally, they fled in all directions like birds.
"Escape?"
Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the void and looked down at the fleeing warriors of the Leng Family. A cruel smile appeared on his face.
"Do you think you can escape?" Ye Xuan said softly.
"Heaven Swallowing Array of Ten Directions!"
Like a thunderclap from the Ninth Heaven, it was as if the stars in the sky were exploding. When Ye Xuan's voice sounded, an extremely terrifying thing happened.
Rumble!
Blood-red light filled the sky and runes filled the air. When Ye Xuan's palm and fingers struck out, this part of the world was immediately sealed. A blood-red cloud thousands of feet high formed in the sky. Within the blood-red cloud, there were countless blood-red lightning bolts crisscrossing.
"Kill!"
Crack!
Endless blood-red and terrifying lightning bolts fell at this moment. The mountain was exploding and the mountains were shaking. The fleeing warriors of the Leng Family were blasted into pieces by the blood-red lightning bolts. A large amount of blood mist drifted in the mountains and extremely miserable screams were heard.
"No … I don't want to die!"
"What … what is this?"
"He … he's not human …"
Rumble!
Lightning bolts flashed across the sky and the blood-red light was biting cold. The massacre continued and the living beings were screaming. Ye Xuan was surrounded by a hazy blood-red light. He sat cross-legged in the sky and looked down at everything in front of him indifferently.
"Heaven Swallowing Array!"
Like a giant whale drinking water or a long river flowing backward, when Ye Xuan opened and closed his eyes, it was as if there were two blood-red stars rotating in his eyes. Billowing blood Qi surged towards Ye Xuan until his body was submerged. Only then did the world calm down.
Swallowing blood Qi, consolidating his body, and constantly improving his cultivation. This was what Ye Xuan was doing now.
Half a day passed.
The blood-red light around Ye Xuan slowly dissipated. He spat out a mouthful of turbid air, causing an explosion in the air. When he opened his eyes, a sharp blood-red light burst out, giving people a feeling that they did not dare to look directly at him.
"The Blood Qi of hundreds of Ancient Martial Artists has directly made up for my deficit over the past few days. The cultivation in my body has increased slightly. It seems that it's not impossible to become an immortal in the mortal world." Ye Xuan muttered to himself with an indescribable expression in his eyes.
At this moment!
The entire Feng Ming Mountain was dead silent. The huge Leng Clan was also burned to the ground. Ye Xuan walked slowly in the air until he landed halfway up the mountain. Looking at the broken limbs on the ground, there was not the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.
"Still not coming out?"
Suddenly, Ye Xuan spoke softly and looked directly at one of the caves.
Unfortunately, after Ye Xuan finished speaking, there were no strange noises in the surroundings. This made Ye Xuan shake his head slowly and say, "Or do you want me to find you?"
"No … Don't kill me!"
Suddenly!
A trembling voice came from within the cave. A youth dressed in the Leng Clan's uniform crawled out of the cave. He looked at Ye Xuan with extreme fear in his eyes.
"You're still a child!"
Looking at the other party's young and tender face, Ye Xuan's eyes were in a trance, as if he was thinking back to four years ago, when he was as helpless as him. If it wasn't for Yuan Ling who molded him, he wouldn't be where he was today.
"Don't … Don't kill me … I'm not from the Leng Clan." The youth's face was pale, and his tender face was filled with fear.
"What's your name?" Ye Xuan asked softly.
"Lord … Lord, my name is Leng Wuge. I'm just a servant of the Leng Clan." The youth trembled.
"Yes."
Ye Xuan nodded and walked in front of the youth. His sparkling and translucent palm continuously stroked the youth's hair bun. His voice was as gentle as jade as he said, "You can go in peace. I will leave your corpse intact."
Bang!
Under the force of Ye Xuan's palm, the youth's eyes lost focus. He stared at Ye Xuan in front of him. He never thought that Ye Xuan would really kill him.
"Wh … Why?" The youth asked unwillingly as he was dying.
"Although you hid it very well, I saw something in your eyes. And this thing is called … Hatred!" Ye Xuan said indifferently. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"There are only two kinds of people who are the most terrifying in the world."
"The first kind are people who love the world. They set their hearts for the world and their lives for the people. They inherit the lost knowledge of the past saints and bring peace to the world. This kind of person cares about the world and benefits the people. They are also saints."
"The second kind are people who hate the world. They hate the world for being unfair and hate the heartless world. With hatred in their hearts, they can turn the world upside down. This kind of person is even more terrifying than the first kind." Ye Xuan didn't know if he was talking to the youth or himself. At this moment, his aura was slightly lonely and bleak.
"Although you are not the second kind of person, how can I let you live when you have hatred in your heart?" Ye Xuan said softly. The youth's eyes had already lost focus. He turned into a cold corpse and fell to the ground.
The wind was light and the clouds were clear. A light breeze blew, causing Ye Xuan's hair to flutter. He looked at the vast mountains in the distance. There was endless loneliness and vicissitudes in his eyes.
Ye Xuan asked himself, what kind of person was he?
His thoughts were in a trance. He asked himself, but he didn't get the answer he wanted.
Ye Xuan believed that he was a heartless person. Even though he was a weak youth, he didn't hold back and killed him on the spot.
He had already abandoned his humble heart of pity. This was not the result he wanted. However, four years of killing had made Ye Xuan understand a principle.
The strong were as heavy as mountains, while the weak crawled like ants!
This was a world where the strong were always strong. Only by throwing away his pity and pushing his way through could he truly be free in this world.
The youth's death didn't affect Ye Xuan at all. It only made him sigh. If he had spared the youth's life today, would the youth seek revenge in the future?
Ye Xuan wasn't afraid of the youth seeking revenge. However, the youth would have to live in hatred for the rest of his life. This kind of torment would drive a person crazy.
The big shots weren't scary. The truly scary ones were these crazy little people. Perhaps at the right time, they would give you a fatal blow.
Regardless of whether it was for the sake of trouble or to prevent the youth from suffering in hatred, killing him was the best way to solve the problem.
Although Ye Xuan's theory was extreme, this was his way of life. This was also the reason why he was able to live until now.
Thinking back, Ye Xuan smiled. What was wrong with him? It was as if he had turned into an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. He still had a long way to go. His life had just begun.
Ye Xuan's state of mind seemed to sublimate at this moment. He didn't fly away. Instead, he followed the mountain path and slowly walked down Phoenix Cry Mountain.
However, behind Ye Xuan, the mountain was stained with blood. The Leng Manor had been reduced to ruins. Countless corpses of the Leng Family warriors were strewn on the ground. The scene was extremely terrifying.
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