The explosion today! The second update is dragging! The second update is being revised—in half an hour! As he watched the figure of Huang Taiyang, stained with dripping blood, surge into the high sky, covering a distance of six or seven zhang in a single sweep! Under the starlight, the gold trim of his robe and the golden inner armor upon his body were strikingly conspicuous.
At this moment, at this distance, even if Eagle Bo-kong or Serpent King Li-yi wished to pursue, it would already be too late.
Huang Taiyang’s current speed was simply too fast! Aside from the stunning beauty Mei, no one present could match him!
While fleeing at high speed, Huang Taiyang still managed to turn and roar ferociously: "You brat from the Jun family! Today I was shamefully besieged and ambushed by your petty clan; I swear to return this vengeance another day! If I do not raze the tiny Jun family to the ground, I swear I am no man! And that bastard who hid in the shadows to launch a sneak attack, I won’t spare you either! Damn it, daring to challenge fate itself right under my nose! I'll let you all know what it means to court death!"
He felt that he had broken free and his life was no longer in danger, but the immense loss he suffered tonight left him utterly choked with resentment. Once he returned, this score absolutely had to be settled!
Screaming all the way, Huang Taiyang’s rapidly moving body plummeted downwards, his Profound Qi utterly depleted. He dropped swiftly, then inhaled deeply through his nose and mouth once more, waiting only for his feet to touch the ground before drawing breath and fleeing again. With his cultivation, two or three swift movements would see him vanish without a trace!
Huang Taiyang’s mind was filled with vicious thoughts and grand plans for retaliation!
Having traversed the Jianghu for nearly two hundred years, when had he ever suffered such a terrible defeat? Even during his peak years when his enemies were most numerous, when hundreds of masters ganged up to besiege him, he could cut his way in and out seven times, slaughtering his foes until they were scattered and defeated, then calmly escaping disaster! Yet, he never expected that today, in this seemingly harmless little Jun family compound, he would nearly lose his life!
It felt as though an infinite fire of rage was burning in his chest; the virulence of his internal injuries fueled even greater hatred, calculating that since arriving here, he had endured no less than two hundred blows!
It was a blessing that this old man had come; had it been anyone else, wouldn't they have been beaten into mincemeat? Huang Taiyang had forgotten that the final attacker never intended to kill him; now all he remembered was being struck over two hundred times!
This feud, this hatred, was irreconcilable! He was naturally a man who repaid every slight, and a hatred like this was enough to be etched into his memory for all eternity!
His feet were just a hair's breadth from touching the ground. The moment his toes brushed the earth, he would be free to soar like a bird in the wide sky, or leap like a fish in the boundless sea! The annihilation of the Jun family was imminent; the wrath of a Sacred Land beyond the mundane world was not something a mere secular family could possibly withstand!
Although he had not yet truly unleashed his revenge, although he was still fleeing, Huang Taiyang’s heart was already filled with an inexplicable, savage pleasure of retribution! He could already picture the myriad methods he would use in the future to torture and humiliate the Jun family members. Today’s humiliation would be repaid a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!
Now, it was no longer purely about avenging a family feud; it was about his injuries! This absolutely could not be tolerated! He could not let it go! Not just the Jun family members, but even the Jun family servants, the retainers, and indeed, everyone connected to the Jun family—all would suffer my most brutal and bloodiest retribution!
I swear! As he thought of this, Huang Taiyang roared with vicious intensity: "Jun family! Watch as I trample you underfoot someday! If I let even a single dog escape, I swear I am no man! Enjoy your remaining little bit of time! Hahahaha!"
His cruel shout resonated throughout the entire night sky!
Just then, a chilling voice cut in coldly: "Swear you are no man? What a joke that isn't funny at all. Do you think you can still be a man? Do you imagine you can leave this place alive?" Following this icy clear voice, a real sun suddenly appeared before Huang Taiyang's eyes!
His vision was filled with dazzling, magnificent light, a brilliance utterly impossible to look at directly!
This scorching sun, radiating ten thousand rays of rosy light, was undoubtedly far, far more dazzling than "Huang Taiyang"!
The intensely scorching, brilliant white light suddenly unleashed countless sword-qi, erupting abruptly in the middle of the black night! Then, another streak of sword light, like lightning and thunder descending from beyond the heavens, shot straight for Huang Taiyang’s vulnerable throat!
It struck true again!
The cunningness of this strike’s approach, the precision of its timing, the narrowness of its angle—it was enough to make even Huang Taiyang, this peak master of over two hundred years, want to curse his mother! And he wanted to use the most venomous language possible!
But he had no time. Even if he did have time, facing such a magnificent sword strike, he dared not waste even a shred of energy cursing anyone! Because absolutely no reaction time was afforded to him!
The one delivering this fatal blow was naturally Jun Mo-xie! Young Master Jun had waited a long time for this perfect assassination opportunity! How could he let it pass? How could he possibly yield? His sharpest instincts, honed from his past life as an assassin, allowed him to easily judge that the current Huang Taiyang was far from his former might. If he seized the opportunity, he could definitely kill him!
Such a rare chance, if missed, might never come again!
Therefore, Jun Mo-xie acted decisively, attacking with his full strength!
In this sword strike, whether it was the angle, the speed, the timing, or even the Dao—Mo-xie considered the slight breeze in the air when delivering the blade.
Jun Mo-xie was supremely confident!
A strike of such divine inspiration, even the Assassin Supreme Chu Qi-hun, whom he had yet to meet in this lifetime, could not achieve it!
As an assassin, this strike was the peak!
As a killer, this strike was a legend!
A sword that guarantees death, a blade that ensures absolute termination!
It was not merely a decisive cut, but an absolute severance!
Watching from afar, Mei Xue-yan naturally saw this magnificent and brilliant sword strike! The precision of this grasp had clearly reached the pinnacle realm, accurate to the finest hair's breadth, causing her to involuntarily feel a subtle sense of amazement, perhaps even a tinge of self-reproach. She admitted to herself that if it were her, she might truly not achieve such perfection!
To her delight, Jun Mo-xie’s swordsmanship—or rather, his assassination style—had reached such a breathtakingly refined stage! But simultaneously, a question arose in her mind: this young man seems inherently destined to be an assassin! Or perhaps, he was an assassin through every life!
Otherwise, at his young age of less than eighteen, how could he unleash such a perfect, such a brilliant strike? A strike that even a peak expert of the Supreme level, possessing over a century of cultivation, could not evade! A strike that Venerable Mei Xue-yan, the foremost expert of the Heavenly Punishment, admitted was superior!
Could it be that he truly possesses the ability to forge a power that surpasses the Supreme existence using the power of the Heavenly Profound?
And this possibility might be unfolding right before everyone’s eyes!
At this moment, Huang Taiyang’s toes had not truly landed yet, but his very tips could feel the breath of the earth. Just a step away, truly just a hair’s breadth!
But a hair’s breadth is often the distance between heaven and hell!
His entire body was like a tilted candle, seemingly striving desperately to fall to the ground. Even the breath he had just drawn into his lungs had been expelled, waiting only for the landing to take a new breath and flee, yet at this most delicate moment, such a fatal sword strike appeared!
No matter how subtle, it was absolutely the sword of death!
Huang Taiyang let out a cry of desperate anguish. In the brief moment before the sword struck him, he erupted with the last trace of his potential without a sliver of room for thought. His body suddenly arched backward, while he simultaneously punched his chest fiercely, shaking the Qi of his Dantian, driving it upwards to his celestial spirit and downwards to his Yongquan point. All remaining potential within his body was instantly stimulated, and a perfect pillar of blood sprayed from his mouth, hurled like a javelin toward the brilliant sword light opposite!
After this blow, Huang Taiyang knew clearly that his Profound Gong would lose more than half its power; even if he healed his injuries later, he would never recover to his current peak state! But he had no choice!
Because this was the only move he had left to save himself! If he didn't, a gaping hole would be pierced through his throat instantly! Life versus losing half his cultivation—which was more important? This question, even a three-year-old child could answer, let alone the increasingly life-cherishing Huang Taiyang! For an old man, being able to live was the greatest hope; he was only two hundred years old now, and he wanted to live for another two hundred years!
He hadn't enjoyed enough of the beautiful things in the mortal world! He wanted to maintain the glory of being at the peak for a long time! Therefore, he would rather mutilate himself than lose his life!
As long as the green mountains remain, there’s no shortage of firewood!
The sword light was only an inch away, and the coldness of the blade had already caused a small goosebump to rise on Huang Taiyang's neck!
The blood arrow appeared inexplicably, shooting out abruptly. Jun Mo-xie, behind the sword light, tilted his head slightly, and the blood arrow zipped past, nearly grazing his ear with a swish. The long hair at his temple was whipped up by the wind, fluttering in the air!
But in a time shorter than the blink of an eye, Huang Taiyang’s backward-leaning body had completely evaded the life-reaping sword edge. He fell straight onto the ground. As he landed, his feet slightly retracted, then his heels forcefully kicked the ground. Huge clumps of earth were kicked up, blasting towards Jun Mo-xie like countless sharp hidden weapons, while Huang Taiyang’s body—
In that instant, utilizing the reactionary force of hitting the ground, he slid out with the most fierce speed, like a swordfish in the water!
His back pressed tightly against the ground as he slid out!
This slide used up nearly all of Huang Taiyang's strength. This slide covered a retreating distance of over forty zhang! The speed of this retreat was so fast that the area where his back scraped the ground actually emitted a wisp of pale smoke, followed by a strange, scorching aroma like burning flesh.
The friction from such extreme speed had seemingly cooked his flesh instantly!
He didn't even consider where this backward retreat had taken him; he considered nothing. He just shot out like an arrow! With a loud crash, the surrounding wall collapsed. Huang Taiyang actually smashed straight through the Jun family’s perimeter wall with his head, blasting a massive breach, and with a whoosh, he shot back into the Jun family courtyard!