Supreme Emptiness-Chapter 550 - Old Beast Seeking Death
Chapter 550: Chapter 550: Old Beast, Seeking Death!
Chapter 550 -550: Old Beast, Seeking Death!
The elders of the Eight Sects were deeply saddened.
In his memory, Zhao Wuji was someone who liked to argue.
He could argue until his face turned red and his neck swelled for a slight difference in Sword Dao.
He could run to the gates of another sect and curse bluntly if his disciples were wronged.
Not many people liked him.
At the Nine-Sect elders’ gatherings, he was mostly alone.
He stood there, lonely, wiping his sword by himself.
If someone talked to him, he would endlessly chatter until it turned into a quarrel, ending in displeasure.
Now.
He was still alone.
Walking backwards alone, brandishing his sword alone, charging towards a formidable enemy he knew he couldn’t defeat.
Like a lone swordsman.
Walking his own path, interpreting his own Sword Dao.
“Let’s go!”
“Don’t let him die in vain!”
An elder, holding back tears, turned decisively.
The remaining elders, choking back tears, turned to escape towards the canyon’s exit.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji.
His cultivation had surged to the Ninth Layer of Core Formation.
“Higher, higher, higher!”
Zhao Wuji shouted.
If he could reach the Ninth Layer of Core Formation Perfection.
He could kill Fang Taiji, removing a threat for Jiang Fan.
He could also buy more time for his comrades behind him.
But, the brilliance and demise of a shooting star were separated by an instant.
The Ninth Layer of Core Formation was his most glorious moment in life.
Afterwards, he started to fall.
“No!”
Zhao Wuji shouted.
Seizing the moment his cultivation stayed at the Ninth Layer of Core Formation.
He raised his sword and thrust it towards Fang Taiji!
This old scoundrel was more hateful than the enemy!
Kill him first!
The sword, like a startling swan, shone with a cold, piercing light.
Yet, it couldn’t shift the calm in Concubine Yunxia’s eyes.
She sighed softly, her tone like a cloud in the sky, gentle but desolate:
“Meaningless resistance.”
She slowly raised her index finger:
Before she moved.
Fang Taiji moved first.
With a casual punch across the void, he lightly struck out.
Zhao Wuji’s chest was pierced through with a fist-shaped bloody hole.
A cold sensation quickly spread throughout Zhao Wuji’s body.
His vision gradually darkened.
His body went limp.
But he still held his sword, stumbling forward, forward, and forward again.
Finally.
The tip of his sword stabbed into Fang Taiji’s arm.
Only then did his body collapse.
His eyes, already unfocused, had lost consciousness long before.
Just now, he had struck with sheer willpower.
Fang Taiji coldly wiped away the slight break in his skin.
He turned to Concubine Yunxia and said, “Imperial Concubine, please allow me to take action to resolve these small fry for you.”
He knew that to survive.
He had to present proof of loyalty.
And the best proof of loyalty was the heads of his former colleagues.
Killing them meant Fang Taiji would lose his standing among the Human Clan.
From then on, he could only serve the Demon Race.
Concubine Yunxia released her hand.
Fang Taiji, as if granted amnesty, turned and gazed at the backs of the fleeing Eight Sect elders with a cruel glint in his eyes:
“Sorry.”
“Old man didn’t want it to be this way either…”
Swish—
He stepped out and disappeared into the dim canyon.
In his final moments, Zhao Wuji’s fingers twitched, trying to grip his sword.
He wanted to fight again.
But he had completely fallen.
In his dim eyes, the reflection of Concubine Yunxia’s slowly approaching figure grew.
And in the canyon.
Fang Taiji swiftly caught up with the elders of the Eight Sects.
Seeing it was him, the elders immediately became wary: “Fang Taiji, why is it you? Where is Concubine Yunxia?”
Fang Taiji laughed heartily, smugly said: “Naturally, I killed her!”
“Otherwise, it would be Concubine Yunxia catching up with you!”
What?
Killed?
The elders’ hearts trembled, filled with skepticism.
That was a Nascent Soul Realm being.
And Fang Taiji had already defected to them.
“Don’t look at me like that, it was all a stratagem.”
“If not, how could I make Concubine Yunxia lower her guard and kill her?”
“Don’t believe me? Look, I even brought her head.”
Huh?
A head too?
The elders’ hearts were filled with joy, looking at Fang Taiji expectantly as he pulled his hand from behind his back.
If so.
Today’s crisis would be resolved!
Unexpectedly.
Fang Taiji pulled out an empty, aged palm.
His face finally revealing an undisguisable playful smile:
“Sorry, I lied to you!”
In the next moment.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, shadows flickered like a ghost.
Puff, puff—
The sound of two blood fountains sprayed loudly.
Two unsuspecting elders had their heads taken, bodies falling stiffly.
Fang Taiji, holding two bloody heads, with a sinister grin on his face:
“I need to take your heads to report to Concubine Yunxia.”
“So, bear with it.”
An elder from the Giant Sect, eyes wide with fury, roared:
“Fang Taiji! You beast…”
Puff—
In the next instant, Fang Taiji pierced through his chest, cutting him in half.
A glint of ruthless cold light flashed in his eyes.
“You think, being my fellow student, you can point fingers?”
“All of you must die!”
“Fang Taiji, you will die a terrible death!”
An elder roared in grief and rage:
“Go quickly! I’ll hold him off… Ah~”
“Run quickly…”
Puff—
In the blink of an eye, four of the eight elders lay dead.
They knew their fate was sealed.
“Find a way to notify the disciples outside to flee!”
“We’ll hold off this old beast one by one!”
“As long as one person reaches the canyon entrance, it’s enough!”
The four were resolute and determined.
Hastily, they formulated a tragic plan.
One stayed behind to hold him off.
The others ran.
When Fang Taiji caught up again, another stayed behind.
After one cup of tea’s time.
Elder Qiu Shengnan from the Myriad Swords Sect was running for her life.
She was covered in blood.
Unable to distinguish whose blood or which elders’ blood had splattered on her.
Her face full of grief and anger.
All dead.
Everyone was dead!
Only she remained.
But the sacrifice of her predecessors finally let her glimpse the bright canyon entrance.
She opened her mouth, shouting: “Jiang…”
But.
Out of the darkness behind her, a withered hand reached out.
Covered her mouth from behind.
The words she was about to utter were forever silenced.
Fang Taiji, like a ghost, emerged from the darkness.
One hand covering Qiu Shengnan’s mouth.
The other, like a cold blade, slowly pierced into her back, towards her heart.
“Hehe, Elder Qiu.”
“Can’t let you ruin my plans!”
“They are all waiting for you down below.”
His fingers had already touched Qiu Shengnan’s heart.
Just one more move would pierce through her heart!
But, just as Fang Taiji, his face full of grimace, this time was about to kill Qiu Shengnan.
Then nonchalantly head to the canyon entrance, deceiving Jiang Fan and others, just as he did with the elders of the Eight Sects.
A soul-nailing spike.
Unpredictably, it pierced into Fang Taiji’s skull.
His grimace immediately twisted in pain.
A growl escaping his throat: “Ah! Who’s there?”
Rip—
A purple beam, carrying an icy cold light, suddenly stabbed down from the sky.
Fang Taiji instinctively dodged but was still a step too slow.
The extremely sharp sword blade cut across his fingers.
Three blood-streaked fingers soared into the air.
“Ah!!”
Ten fingers linked to the heart.
The excruciating pain made Fang Taiji scream several times.
Looking up.
On the ice wall not far away.
Jiang Fan’s eyes were icy cold, and he shouted angrily:
“Old beast!”
“You’re courting death!”
