Zong Zi Xiao's face was
filled with savageness, snorting twice as his long legs slowly retreated a few
steps back. His gaze indulgently sizing up Zong Zi Heng from head to toe as he
drew his sword.
His big brother's
temperament had changed. The gentle smile that had appeared in his dreams
countless times might never be seen again in this life, but the lightly
sorrowful, slightly furrowed brow that seemed ready to flood with emotions gave
him an even more twisted desire to abuse. He wanted to see the pain and
humiliation he had personally inflicted dripping from this handsome face that
he had longed for.
He wanted to strip off
this embroidered royal robe, strip away his big brother's last decency and do
what he had wanted to do in those ten years, venting his foulest, obscene
desires.
That greedy look as if he was staring at a caged object offended Zong Zi Heng doubly. It was true that the Zong Clan was in decline, but a centipede dies but never falls down*. The Zong clan was still the leader of the immortal families, and he was still the common lord of the world. Especially in his heart, Zong Zi Xiao was always his younger brother, and such a contemptuous attitude was clearly insulting him.
"The end?" Zong
Zi Xiao looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, "How to
end it? You think you can end it just by dying?"
"Zi Xiao, the Yin energy of the Heavenly Secret Talisman has corroded your mind, and caused you to be so arrogant. Don't forget who taught you your sword technique. Can you beat me just based on the sword?"
"It's uncle." Zong Zi Xiao laughed evilly, "Of course, it is still you who has taught me more. I heard that Emperor Kong Hua has already broken through to the eighth Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword, a full twenty years before Emperor Ning Hua. Truly a heavenly talent."
"I know that you have
also broken through to the eighth Chongtian, but you used the method of eating
human cores and absorbing Yin energy to help grow your cultivation. The Dao is
not right and you will suffer from it."
Zong Zi Xiao's gaze cooled abruptly, "I have neither eaten human cores nor absorbed Yin energy. Do you believe those rumors because you are afraid to admit that I am more gifted than you?" He originally didn't have to explain to anyone. Fear made people submissive. He wanted everyone in the world to fear him. He wanted absolute submission, but the only thing he couldn't stand was this person looking down on him.
Zong Zi Heng's brow
tightened, not knowing whether to believe it or not: "Then Lu Zhao Feng
..."
"Do not mention that
name!" Zong Zi Xiao's expression was sinister. The sharp and cold tip of
his sword pointed at Zong Zi Heng. His chest was boiling with hatred, "My
mother's entire life was ruined by the hands of three people, and only you are
still alive."
The hateful look in his
eyes had already made Zong Zi Heng completely disheartened. He said in a hoarse
voice, "Zi Xiao, let's determine the outcome of the battle."
Zong Zi Xiao roared, and
his long sword broke through the air, attacking with the force of a thousand
pounds.
Zong Zi Heng's eyes also
changed, and his sword was cold and rigid, not letting up in the slightest as
he brought it up to block Zong Zi Xiao’s sword, which weighed over a thousand
pounds.
The two swords clashed, and the huge spiritual pressure was like a hurricane blasting out from their center to the surroundings. Sending sand and rocks flying in a ten-foot circle, except for Wuya, who did not move.
They stared at each other
across the swords. Flurries of blood crawl around the eyes like blood vessels
of heavenly destiny, crawling all over their eyeballs, each seeing a strong
belief in the other's eyes. Whatever this belief stems from, they had a reason
to win.
Zong Zi Xiao smiled evilly,
"Soft and weak. You've regressed, big brother."
"Defeat me and talk
later." Zong Zi Heng forced him back and counter-attacked.
The Zongxuan Sword
Technique focuses on strong and fierce advancement and quick control over the
enemy, so the two of them started off with no holding back. Their moves were
fierce and venomous, with every move being a killing move.
However, they were so
familiar with the sword technique and with each other that it was as if they
had already seen it in their minds before it happened, so they were unable to
feel each other's weaknesses even after more than a hundred rounds of fighting.
Outside the gates of Zhengji
Hall in the drizzling rain, two figures, one white and one black, fought
intensely. Their white blades transformed into bloodthirsty silver flowers that
blossomed mercilessly in between the grey sky and earth.
One is the Human Emperor who is the master of the world, the other is the Supreme Demon who is the master of Jiuzhou. One has a mission to protect the foundation of his ancestors, the other wants to destroy everything. This battle is not only settling old scores, but also a contest for the leadership of a new order. They were willing to fight for their lives and not willing to lose to each other.
"You have become
weaker." Zong Zi Xiao's voice weaved through the sound of clashing blades,
piercing like a knife, "You could easily subdue me before. Could it be
that the throne is too comfortable for you to sit on and you've become lazy?"
Zong Zi Heng did not say a
word. The high level of Zong Zi Xiao’s cultivation was even better than his
prediction. How on earth had he been through these ten years? Zong Zi Heng infused
his spiritual pressure into his sword. The turquoise blue symbols appeared, and
the sword’s light flew towards Zong Zi Xiao fiercely one after another.
The sword he was using at
this moment was the Zongxuan Sword he inherited from his ancestors from the
succession of Emperor Zong. It was a divine sword quenched with Shen Nong Ding
and was infinitely powerful, but the thought that this sword had been snatched
over from Zong Ming He’s hands, the resistance deep inside him never goes away.
He preferred his Junlan Sword, but he also knew that this sword was the only
advantage he had left against Zong Zi Xiao.
Zong Zi Heng's strong spiritual power combined with the might of the Zongxuan sword gave this move an earth-shattering power, lashing out at Zong Zi Xiao almost without any gap.
Zong Zi Xiao's gaze
darkened as he took the almost inescapable sword. The strong spiritual pressure
was transmitted from the web between the thumb and forefinger of his hand to
his shoulder, causing half of his body to tremble. The sleeve of his right arm
was torn into strips of wool by the spiritual pressure, and the firm, lumpy
muscles were visible.
A few strands of blood splattered.
Zong Zi Xiao stepped back
for a moment, looking at the wound on his shoulder as he mocked, "What, flying
into a rage out of humiliation?"
His gaze grew increasingly stimulated. Worthy of Zong Zi Heng. Worthy of the man he couldn't stop thinking about the only rival he had in mind. Very good, it will be more flavorful to trample such a big brother underfoot.
"I've taught you
since you were a child. Focus." Zong Zi Heng launched another violent
attack.
Zong Zi Xiao's state of
mind trembled.
"Focus."
Last time, Zong Zi Heng
did use these two words often to reprimand him. In this momentary trance, it
was as if he had once again returned to his carefree teenage years, when big
brother was still big brother and Xiao Jiu was still Xiao Jiu.
This ill-timed fantasy was instantly shattered by Zong Zi Xiao's own hand. His gaze was fierce: "You still dare to lecture me? Who do you think you are!?" His spiritual pressure raged around him, accompanied by a surrounding black death aura, and a sword light struck Zong Zi Heng with the speed of lightning.
Zong Zi Heng grunted in
pain and took a few steps back in disarray, covering his burning left arm. Blood
gushed out from his fingers in a scramble.
The blood reflected in
Zong Zi Xiao's eyes, making him even more excited: "You can't beat me, and
stop imagining yourself as my big brother. You are not, nor are you
worthy."
Zong Zi Heng gestured a blood
coagulation enchantment. The flesh wound was no big deal for now, but Zong Zi Xiao's
explosive power really frightened him. He said in a deep voice, "Whether
you admit it or not, you have called me big brother for fourteen years."
"And what did you use to repay me?" Zong Zi Xiao's hatred was so deep that he smiled even more creepily, "So eager to get close to me, why don't I show you a clear path?"
Zong Zi Heng drew his
sword with one hand and attacked Zong Zi Xiao again.
Zong Zi Xiao infused his
spiritual pressure into his sword, and the long sword drew a half-moon in the
void, which was the rising momentum of the seventh Chongtian of Zongxuan Sword.
Zong Zi Heng gritted his
teeth, infused his spiritual energy into the sword like water, and also
launched the Seventh Chongtian at the same time.
The two huge half-moon
sword arcs glowing with white light collided in the air, creating an even more
terrifying force than the explosion of Thunderfire Stones. There
was a loud bang and a white light appeared. The stone pavement crumbled, and
the stones were flying. A large, hundred-year-old tree was snapped off at the
waist. The eaves of Zhengji Hall were falling and the doors and windows were
almost torn off.
Zong Zi Heng was hit hard
in the chest and his body flew a few feet, hitting his back against the outer
wall of Zhengji Hall. He landed on one knee with his long sword on the ground,
barely steadying himself.
His chest ached and a
stream of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The dust and dirt bustled and mixed with a fine curtain of rain, creating a grey and muddy mess.
A tall figure walked
towards Zong Zi Heng.
Zong Zi Heng lifted his
head, stared at him and slowly stood up as he endured the excruciating pain
that was churning through his body.
Zong Zi Xiao stared at the blood at the corner of Zong Zi Heng's mouth, lining his lips with an extraordinarily red color, while his face was extraordinarily white and seductive to the extreme. His breathing became heavy, and the hot streams converging uncontrollably to his lower abdomen. He raised his chin slightly, his tone irreverent and teasing: "Do you want to know how to please me?"
"Cut the crap."
Zong Zi Heng took a deep breath, "You're not even close to beating
me."
"As long as you beg for forgiveness from me." Zong Zi Xiao's eyes burned with indescribable fervor, "Kneel at my feet, swear to do as I say and do whatever I tell you to do. In that case, I'll let you live regardless of your past."
Zong Zi Heng said angrily, "Shameless boasts!" He raised his long arm and cut a coarse horizontal gutter on the ground between them, "You are relying on ancient magical weapons to run amok. Have you forgotten your own weight!?"
"You really won't die
until you reach the Yellow River." Zong Zi Xiao narrowed his eyes,
"What if you lose?"
Zong Zi Heng took a deep
breath and let out an extremely suppressed and grieving voice, "Do, what, you,
like!"
Zong Zi Xiao's blood vessels swell wide*. He gently licked his lips. His long sword aimed at Zong Zi Heng's throat across the air, closing one eye as if taking aim, "Do you really not want to know what I am going to do with you? Big brother."
Zong Zi Heng only felt
creeped out.
"There's one thing
I've always wanted to do to you." Zong Zi Xiao smiled with his lips
hooked. His voice actually had a bit of sweetness to it, "I've been
thinking about it for ten years."
"You ..."
"But if I were to
tell you just like that, it would be boring. I plan to give it as a meeting
gift to my good big brother whom I haven't seen for ten years." Zong Zi
Xiao's sword suddenly panned out slowly and pointed behind Zong Zi Heng, as if
he had found something new and interesting, and laughed softly, "That is
it."
Zong Zi Heng turned his
face away, his gaze following the direction the blade was pointing ---- the throne.
The Zhengji Hall’s Emperor
Zong’s throne of power.
"I will let you be unable to forget it in a lifetime." Zong Zi Xiao revealed a crazed smile.
SQC’s notes: Having writer’s block every day, worrying until bald.
Edited on 23 Apr. 21 (Emzie)
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