Chapter 123

Zong Zi Heng sighed darkly, "If you were a descendant of the Zong Clan, I could surrender easily, but the blood flowing inside you is not the Zong Clan’s blood. Even if I have to break my bones, I have to…"

"Who cares about your tottering throne?" Zong Zi Xiao sneered, "The Daming Zong Clan is only left with a mere family property, and you still want to hold on to your old glory and dream of being an emperor?"

"... You are right." Zong Zi Heng became gloomy.

If the Daming Zong Clan was doomed to die by his hand, how could he face his ancestors after death?

"You have harmed so many people for this throne. I will show you today how much you have to pay for this throne!" Zong Zi Xiao attacked rapidly.

From the day the Daming Zong Clan unified the immortal cultivation world and proclaimed itself as the Emperor, for nearly four hundred years, the Zhengji Hall of the Wuji Palace was the most noble and sacred hall in Jiuzhou. All the heads of immortal clans and families had to come to Zhengji Hall for pilgrimage after their appointment, and only those of honorable status were allowed to enter through the main gate of this hall, which was heavily guarded and solemn.

But now, a fierce battle of life and death is taking place in the plaza in front of Zhengji Hall. The duel between the Human Emperor and the Supreme Demon caused the sky and earth to change color, as well as the sun and moon to lose their glory. The harsh sword energy wrapped in majestic spiritual power swept through the entire space, leaving a mess everywhere.

What Zong Zi Xiao said was right. The enemy had arrived at Zhengji Hall and was pointing his sword at Emperor Zong. The Daming Zong Clan had lost its last dignity, leaving only a little of its family property and its former glory.

But Zong Zi Heng could not concede defeat yet. Even though this was a battle he was least willing to fight and with the man he was least willing to fight with his sword, he had no choice. He thought he would die in this battle, at the hands of Zong Zi Xiao, and perhaps that would be the best ending for both of them.

After a few hundred rounds of fighting, each of them was injured. Zongxuan sword's aggressive swordplay was destined to be unsustainable, and Zong Zi Heng's spiritual energy and physical strength were both too depleted, and he was already showing his decline.

Zong Zi Xiao destroyed the incoming move with his sword and forced Zong Zi Heng to the wall, sneering, "I will take back one sentence; you didn’t become weaker, I have become stronger." Ever since he possessed the ancient magical weapon, no one could make him bleed anymore, except for this man, who always gave him wounds all over his body, from the inside out.

Zong Zi Heng forced Zong Zi Xiao back, his chest was heaving violently. Blood was dripping down his arms, to his wrist, to his sword and down the blade, dripping on to the ground.

"The day I fled from Wuji Palace, you stabbed me with your sword." Zong Zi Xiao stepped closer, hatred overflowing his eyes, "Did you think it was on my hand? No, it was in my heart. For ten years, I have been waiting for today. I want to see you regret it."

Zong Zi Heng took a deep breath and suddenly held his sword in front of his chest with both hands, condensing his spiritual energy into his dantian. He gazed at Zong Zi Xiao quietly and his voice full of sorrow, "Xiao Jiu, if I die, you can let go."

That "Xiao Jiu" made Zong Zi Xiao's liver and guts split*. Even as he watched Zong Zi Heng use the eighth Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword, it was not as shocking as these two words.

The golden core and the sword respond to each other, and runes appeared on the sword. Zong Zi Heng's black hair moved wildly without the wind, his clothes fluttered, and the sword suddenly glowed white. Zong Zi Heng closed his eyes and chanted silently: “Wan, Jian, Gui, Zong*----"

Zong Zi Xiao also started his stance.

Two huge swords, one black and one white, appeared in between the sky and earth. Their blades facing each other, stabbing straight at each other.

Boom-------

The earth quaked and the mountains shook!

With the two swords as the center, the ring of sword energy expanded rapidly, as the two forces, one black and one white, frantically consumed each other.

Zong Zi Heng stared until his eyes cracked as he released all his spiritual energy, and a deep, low roar rolled in his throat.

Zong Zi Xiao's face was also fierce. Veins were protruding on his forehead, and his spiritual energy poured out like a flood.

Ultimately, with a loud bang, the sword energy burst in a horrific manner, and the spiritual pressure was like a rain of arrows shooting out in all directions, about to destroy everything in front of them.

This was the eighth form of the world's number one sword technique. Although it had not yet reached the ninth form, where one can truly attain immortality, it was not a problem to topple the mountains and overturn the seas.

Half of the Zhengji Hall was destroyed by the sword energy.

Zong Zi Heng sat paralyzed on the ground, calmly closing his eyes and preparing for the last moment of his life.

The expected pain of being torn apart by the spiritual pressure did not happen.

Zong Zi Heng slowly opened his eyes and saw a pitch-black behemoth standing in his way, which was clearly some kind of demonic creature.

The demonic creature was torn apart by the sword energy, and its soul eventually flew away and scattered, turning into a lone wisp of smoke that scattered across heaven and earth.

Zong Zi Xiao slowly walked over. His face was pale and each step left bloody footprints on the ground. Eventually, he crouched down in front of Zong Zi Heng and said mockingly, "That was the demon I spent so much effort to collect, and it was wasted on you."

Zong Zi Heng said weakly, "Kill me."

"Kill you? You will die, but not so easily and with such dignity." Zong Zi Xiao reached out and cupped the narrow jaw, "Wouldn't a heroic death by the sword of the Supreme Demon let your name be left in the history books? It would be too cheap for you."

"What do you want?" Zong Zi Heng asked blandly.

Zong Zi Xiao laughed twice in a low voice, "Big brother, do you still remember what I said to you before?"

"What words?"

"I said, one day in the future, I want to marry you."

Zong Zi Heng was stunned but unable to return to his senses.

Zong Zi Xiao's face came closer, his gaze burning, "You only think I was saying children's words, right?"

"..." Zong Zi Heng suddenly felt his heart leapt with fear.

"You listen carefully." Zong Zi Xiao's fingertips lightly pressed onto Zong Zi Heng’s soft lips, "I want you. I want you to serve me like a woman."

Zong Zi Heng was as if struck by lightning. He gathered all his strength to push Zong Zi Xiao away fiercely. His face was pale: "You, you, you are crazy."

"Hahahaha." Zong Zi Xiao let out a delightful laugh, "Yeah, that's right, who in this Jiuzhou, under this sky, doesn't know that I, Zong Zi Xiao, am a madman who has become a demon?"

Zong Zi Heng unconsciously moved back and said in a trembling voice, "You want to kill or cut ..."

"What fun is there in killing and cutting you?" Zong Zi Xiao laughed sinisterly, "I said before, I would never let you die easily and honorably. All the pain and humiliation I have suffered, I will pay back twice as much!" His hand changed from a pulsating, warm caress to a sudden, fierce strangle on Zong Zi Heng's neck, lifting the man off the ground.

It was at this moment that Zong Zi Heng felt how tall and robust his younger brother, whom he had brought up with one hand, had grown up to be. He was being choked by the neck and lifted in mid-air with his feet off the ground. He already had a mind to die, but the pain of suffocation caused his body to struggle instinctively.

"You will always remember this day, big brother." That voice calling “big brother" was ambiguous and sinister.

Zong Zi Heng was thrown into the Zhengji Hall. His already injured body was thrown onto the cold, hard ground, surrounded by crumbling fences and dilapidated walls. The pain and despair invaded and attacked at the same time. He looked at Zong Zi Xiao, who was approaching step by step, still unable to believe what his ears had heard.

Whether he believed it or not, he knew that Zong Zi Xiao would do everything he could to torture him. His mind was already gone, and he poured his last ounce of spiritual energy into his fingertips and struck towards his heart.

Zong Zi Xiao kicked his hand away and said in a cold voice: "You want to commit suicide? If you dare die, I will massacre Wuji Palace, the Daming City, the Chunyang Sect and the Cangyu Sect. I will make everyone you care about be buried with you."

"Zong, Zi, Xiao." Zong Zi Heng glared at him with bloodshot eyes, "How many more innocent people do you want to implicate in the feud between you and me!?"

"I was once an innocent person too. Who ever spared me?" Zong Zi Xiao once again grabbed Zong Zi Heng off the ground and walked across the tattered and wrecked Zhengji Hall to the still intact throne.

He threw Zong Zi Heng onto the throne and revealed a chilling smile, "Big brother, look, this is what you get from racking your brain with schemes and killing your father and brothers. It must be the thing you love most in your life."

Zong Zi Heng tightened his grip on the soft rubble.

Zong Zi Xiao came closer and gazed at Zong Zi Heng with eyes so harsh that they could penetrate people. He then smiled with his lips hooked, "I'm going to f*ck you here."

SQC’s notes: see you guys in the parking lot tomorrow~~~

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PS: Bus has been prepared for everyone to board~ Departing in the evening. If you're not comfortable reading it, you can skip c124 (you won't miss anything from the storyline)

 

Liver and guts split* [肝胆俱裂]----Describe being extremely frightened.

Wan, Jian, Gui, Zong*[万剑归宗]----ten thousand swords return to Zong 

 

Edited on 24 Apr. 21 (Emzie)

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