Martial Peak - Chapter 429
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At this time, someone needed to add fuel to the fire so that outsiders would believe Yang Zhao was being persuaded by his alliesβ opinions.Β Β This way, in the future, others wouldnβt accuse him of bullying his younger brother.
This was why Xiang Chu dared to continue discussing this subject.
[This Young Lord is a snake too!]Β Β Xiang Chu being one himself, he could naturally understand the thoughts of Yang Zhao.
Sure enough, Yang Zhao wore a difficult expression for a time, appearing to hesitate over his decision for a while before slowly nodding, βGood, what brother Xiang says is true. As an Older Brother, I have done my best to convince Ninth Brother, but since Ninth Brother refuses to give me face, then there is nothing left to discuss.β
Looking over at Yang Shen, Yang Zhao smiled and said, βSince Ninth Brother doesnβt want to show up, Sixth Brother can go retrieve his flag.β
Yang Shen who was smiling and preparing to watch the good show, upon hearing Yang Zhaoβs words couldnβt help cursing under his breath.
He immediately realized that he had walked into his Second Brotherβs trap without the slightest resistance, but it was already too late to regret.
Yang Zhao had reached an agreement with him that he may take Yang Kaiβs flag, all those present were witness to this.
Now that Yang Kai didnβt appear though, only the flag could be taken.Β Β Naturally, grabbing it would be Yang Shenβs responsibility.
Perceiving Yang Zhaoβs intention, the smile on Yang Shenβs face slowly converged and his expression becomes dignified.
Yang Zhao continued to smile though, simply saying, βFeel free to take it, Second Brother promises not to interfere.β
Pledging so in front of so many people had shown enough of Yang Zhaoβs sincerity so although Yang Shen still frowned for a moment, he eventually nodded, βGood, many thanks Second Brother.β
Turning his gaze back to the cultivators he had brought, Yang Zhen pointed signaled to an Immortal Ascension Boundary Fourth Stage master and said, βYou, go retrieve the flag.β
This person was a helper sent by Yang Shenβs motherβs family which was also a first-class force.Β Β His strength was neither weak nor strong, so seeing Yang Shen pick him, he suddenly wore a bitter expression, unconsciously glancing towards the towering Qu Gao Yi in front of the mansion.
The mere presence of a Blood Warrior was enough of a deterrent!
βWhat are you afraid of?βΒ Β Yang Shen snorted, βThe two Blood Warriors serving Ninth Brother are both heavily injured, unable to display even thirty percent of their full strength.Β Β On top of that, they are also restricted by the Yang Familyβs rules and are unable to take the initiative to attack, as long as you donβt provoke him, he wonβt attack you.β
βSo they wonβt care even if I take the flag?βΒ Β The Immortal Ascension Boundary Fourth Stage masterβs suddenly face lit up. If this was the case, then there was nothing for him to worry about.
βObviously thatβs impossible,β Yang Zhao shook his head and interjected, βThey are only responsible for passively counterattacking, but if you go to grab the flag, they will naturally try to block you; however, as long as youβre fast enough, you can capture the flag and escape.Β Β In their current condition, they wonβt be able to stop you.β
βWhat are you waiting for?β Yang Shen shouted impatiently.
The Immortal Ascension Boundary Fourth Stage master felt helpless, but still walked out from the crowd, gazing vigilantly towards Qu Gao Yi while simultaneously releasing his Divine Sense to the limit, trying to find where Ying Jiu was hiding.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldnβt discover any trace of Ying Jiu, this Blood Warrior renowned for his stealth was as good as invisible.
Huo Xing Chen continued waving his fan while Qiu Yi Mengβs pretty face also wore the same light smile she had from the beginning, her pair of beautiful eyes casually glancing at the person coming towards them, a clear gloating light apparent in her gaze.
Being stared at by her, this man couldnβt help feeling a bit nervous.
Slowly advancing, this person condensed his strength to the limit, guarding himself as best he could as he bypassed Huo Xing Chen and Qiu Yi Meng, finally arriving before Qu Gao Yi, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.
βHmph!βΒ Β Qu Gao Yi suddenly snorted, greatly frightening the man, almost causing him strike back unconsciously.
If he had really attacked though, Qu Gao Yi could have fought back on the spot.
βHa ha ha ha!β Huo Xing Chen saw this scene and couldnβt help laughing raucously, Qiu Yi Meng also let out a light giggle.
This person acting so shamefully had definitely affected Yang Shenβs prestige.
Now a bright shade of red, the manβs face couldnβt be more embarrassed, clenching his fists before charging forward recklessly into the hall, seemingly wanting to dispel his previous cowardly display.
Smoothly entering the empty hall, he unexpectedly didnβt encounter any obstacles.
After disappearing into the hall for only a moment, the man rushed out once again, a big smile on his face, the flag in hand.
βSixth Young Lord, Iβ¦β
But before he could finish what he was saying, there was a faint ripple in the shadows and then⦠silence.
The man who was holding the flag still stood at the door, half of his body already outside, but forever unable to take that last step.
The faces of Yang Zhao and Yang Shen suddenly changed, and all the cultivators behind them also paled.
βHeβs dead!βΒ Β The Blood Warrior beside Yang Zhao quickly said, his eyes focusing on the doorway, βItβs Ying Jiuβs Flickering Shadow Strike!β
βFast!β Yang Zhao muttered involuntarily, quietly whispering, βDid you see where Ying Jiu was hiding just now?β
βNo,β the Blood Warrior slowly shook his head, βYing Jiu specializes in concealment and assassination, no one in the Blood Warrior Hall can surpass him. Itβs extremely difficult for even the Hall Master and Deputy Hall Master to seek out his location, thereβs almost no point in my trying to look for him.β
After a short pause, this Blood Warrior shook his head and said, βWhatβs curious is that Ying Jiu shouldnβt have recovered from his injuries; so how could he execute his technique?β
βCould he have managed to recover from his wounds?β Yang Shen asked gruffly, suddenly seeing one of his allies die had put him in a bad mood.
βImpossible,β Yang Shenβs Blood Warrior interjected, also shaking his head, βQu Gao Yi and Ying Jiu both sustained serious injuries, and when we saw them earlier today, their Blood Force and True Qi were both unsteady. Itβs not possible for them to restore themselves after less than one day.β
βMad Tyrant Blood Skill!β Yang Zhao confidently inferred.
The two Blood Warriors who spoke before silently nodded, a trace of grief on their faces.
Ying Jiu activating his Mad Tyrant Blood Skill in his condition was no different from burning through the rest of his life force. After tonight, there would be no more Ying Jiu in this world.
The Blood Warriors were both saddened; although they wouldnβt show anything on their faces, but each of them was as close to each other as blood brothers, any of them would gladly give their own life if it meant saving their fellow Blood Warriors.
βHow long can he sustain his Mad Tyrant Blood Skill?β Yang Zhao asked.
Even though he was not willing to answer, the Blood Warrior beside him still resolutely responded, βAbout half an hour, after that his vitality will be overdrawn.β
βThen we wait!Β Β After half and hour weβll try again!β Yang Zhao declared firmly.
Immediately after these words, the front entrance of Yang Kaiβs compound entered a slightly tense yet tranquil reprieve, only Huo Xing Chen was able to relax as he sat back in his chair, drinking and having fun while humming an unknown tune, his dandy appearance drawing looks of anger from all around.
As time slowly passed, the long silence was difficult to endure.
After half an hour, Yang Zhao nodded, βItβs time.β
Yang Shenβs eyes flashed a decisive light as he ordered, βBrother Qiu, this time, let two of your Qiu Family masters go, I donβt believe that I canβt win Brother Kaiβs flag this time!β
Qiu Zi Ruo heard this and smiled, βGood, weβll follow Sixth Young Lordβs plan.β
Saying so, Qiu Zi Ruo nodded towards two Immortal Ascension Fifth Stages masters from the Qiu Family, the two men stepping forward a moment later.
As they were about to enter the yard though, Qiu Yi Meng suddenly said, βLittle Brother, if I were you, I wouldnβt treat the lives of both of them so lightly, your decision is far too reckless.β
Qiu Zi Ruo frowned for a moment before sneering, βElder Sister, donβt try to deceive me. Yang Kai is destined to be eliminated tonight.Β Β You have always been excellent at reading people, but this time youβve really made a mistake. With so many of us here compared to so few of you, what hope do you have of resisting?β
βStubborn fool!β Qiu Yi Meng shook her head in disappointment, no longer trying to convince her younger brother.
Yang Shen waited for the siblingβs to finish their conversation before waving his arm, βAll of you go up, half of you entangle Qu Gao Yi, the other half seize that flag for me!β
*Shua Shua Shua* With a fluttering sound, more than a dozen people flew down from the sky, half of them Immortal Ascension Boundary masters, the strongest of which had reached the Eighth Stage, while the rest were not weak.
Among this dozen or so people, the Eighth Stage master along with five other strong Immortal Ascension cultivators moved to encircle Qu Gao Yi.
None of them attacked though, instead simply surrounding him.
Even though they knew that this man had suffered a heavy blow, these first-class force cultivators still didnβt dare take the initiative to attack a Blood Warrior.
Qu Gao Yi on the other hand stood tall like the ancient mountain, unmoved by wind and storm, just glancing around at these people indifferently.
Everyone else rushed towards the mansionβs entrance, each of them racing towards the fresh corpse who still held Yang Kaiβs flag.
Clear excitement could be seen on these peopleβs faces, as if they had already seized victory.
Ying Jiu shouldnβt be able to attack any longer, which meant that whoever got to the flag first would be the one to obtain it.Β Β This in itself was a great achievement for Yang Shen, so how could there not be some kind of reward?
Eight cultivators all ran frantically, each of them reaching out for the flag.
But at that moment.
The faint ripple which had appeared earlier resurfaced from the shadows and a thin figure suddenly flickered before them.Β Β This man held two daggers in his hands and almost seemed to be one with the darkness. Instantly, the excitement on the faces of these eight people transformed into horror.
This thin figure blurred once again, splitting into a dozen phantoms, each one still exuding a cold dark pressure akin to a sharp drawn blade.
Flickering Shadow Strike!
A short burst of exclamations, screams, and blood splashed out.
These eight cultivators who were completely focused on trying to snatch the flag were utterly unable to withstand the silent assassination of this Immortal Ascension Boundary Eighth Stage Blood Warrior.Β Β In the twinkling of an eye, three people had already collapsed to the ground.
The remaining five cultivators responded instantly, halting their advance and retreating as swiftly as possible, but none of them could avoid being injured in the process.
A moment later, the scene fell silence again as the dust settled.
Ying Jiu stood there alone, holding his pair of daggers, just like a ghost in the darkness.Β Β Drifting back towards the mansionβs entrance, he reached out and plucked the flag from the battleβs first casualty before tossing it back into the hall.
After accomplishing all this with ease, his figure slowly blurred once more, disappearing into thin air, leaving no trace behind that he was ever there other than a few scattered corpses.
βHe hasnβt used his Mad Tyrant Blood Skill!β Yang Zhao muttered under his breath.
The characteristics of a Blood Warrior after using their Mad Tyrant Blood Skill were obvious, but Ying Jiu showed no such signs at all.
βSecond Brother!βΒ Β Yang Shen roared. He had mistakenly believed Yang Zhao, which had in turn led to the injury and deaths of several of his allies. Obviously he would be angry.
Yang Zhao glanced at him coldly and frowned. βIt was Second Brotherβs mistake in judgement.β
βThen my lossesβ¦β Yang Shen started but hesitated, understanding that it was unrealistic to expect Yang Zhao to compensate him for his losses. He was only able to blame himself for not acting prudently enough.