"Yang Xiao, you’ve broken our previous agreent!" Venerable Jile was both angry and helpless.
"According to the agreent, I only promised not to kill you. You yourself said that this saber only tortures but does not kill unless... you lied to ," Yang Xiao retorted unapologetically.
Aware of his current situation, Venerable Jile could only swallow his anger and wait for the coming attack that could strike from anywhere.
About one minute later, Venerable Jile, lying on the ground, suddenly started convulsing for no apparent reason, his eyes filled with terror as he looked around, "It’s coming, it’s coming, I can feel it!"
Seconds later, Venerable Jile scread out, a grim wound splitting open his right shoulder, deep enough to reveal the bone, yet the three people present saw no one who had delivered the strike.
Although the hit was severe, it was not lethal for Venerable Jile. Contrarily, the strike confird his words were true, "How about that, Yang Xiao, I didn’t lie to you, right? We are both from the Li Generation of Angel Envoys; we must keep our word!"
After another test, this ti the strike shredded half of Venerable Jile’s face. It was still not fatal, but it made his appearance even more horrifying.
Looking at the worn cleaver in his hand, Yang Xiao’s eyes glead, amazed at how miraculous this object was; truly a peak treasure from the Ghost Level.
While others saw the Yu Yuan Sect as a cult to be vanquished, for Yang Xiao, it was like a lucky treasure trove. Wounded Door had given him a Soul-Capturing Mirror, and Xiu Sect had given him a Torturing Life Saber. Yang Xiao wondered what other wonderful items the remaining sects might pay homage with.
Checking the ti, Yang Xiao stood up and walked towards Venerable Jile, which terrified him so much that he yelled aloud, "What...what are you going to do?"
"Rest assured, Yang Xiao’s integrity is renowned, I said I wouldn’t kill you, and I will not kill you." Yang Xiao picked up a stick from the ground, and in the next second, under Venerable Jile’s incredulous gaze, used the sharp end of the stick to pop the balloon floating in midair that belonged to Venerable Jile.
The mont the balloon burst, Venerable Jile was stunned, and after a long mont finally snapped back to reality and cursed loudly, "Yang Xiao! You’re dishonest, you will not et a good end, you..."
Tired of listening, Yang Xiao casually took out the Ghost Duster, and with a gentle swipe over Venerable Jile’s mouth, his lips, nostrils, and the lower half of his face fell apart, turning into a grueso ss of flesh on his face, leaving Venerable Jile unable to curse, only managing to emit helpless "wu wu" sounds.
Dragging half of Venerable Jile’s corpse away, Yang Xiao patiently explained to him as he walked, it wasn’t his fault for breaking the promise, as he had only agreed not to kill him. If the ghosts wanted to kill him, what could he do?
"Wu wu—"
Venerable Jile’s voice was agitated; although it was unclear what he was saying, he was probably uttering auspicious words about Yang Xiao’s family.
The clown appeared earlier than usual this ti, almost imdiately as Yang Xiao discarded Venerable Jile. Accompanied by, as usual, the icy night rain that targeted only Venerable Jile. Within the span of rain, neither Yang Xiao nor the sparse tourists around were affected.
As a few thin lines tightened around Venerable Jile’s neck, lifting him from the ground, he was quickly pulled higher by a string of balloons until he disappeared into the dark night above.
In fact, after reaching a height of several ters, Venerable Jile was already dead; his mutilated body no longer convulsing, his neck gruesoly distorted by the sharp strings.
As Yang Xiao watched Venerable Jile ascend to the skies, the rain quickly stopped, and the nearby clown also vanished without a trace.
Turning around, Yang Xiao suddenly found Lu Chenzhou lying flat on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Baffled, he asked, "Lu, this man was utterly wicked, leaving him would only breed endless trouble. Why then are you crying for him?"
"I’m crying for myself," said Lu Chenzhou with a desolate look, lifting the clay figurine in his hand. The figurine’s foot was twisted, its head damaged, but the worst break was in its lower body, between its legs.
"Hiss—"
Yang Xiao winced at the sight of the injury, anticipating that Lu Chenzhou would soon suffer the backlash of his own powers. Judging by the damage on the clay figurine’s lower body, Lu Chenzhou’s next life was likely dood.
No, with three injuries all at once, he probably wouldn’t even have a chance to survive.
Having been instruntal in taking down Venerable Jile and Elder Xiumu, Lu Chenzhou deserved so help, and Yang Xiao tried to do sothing for him. He took out the Ghost Lantern and shone it on the clay figurine, but the figurine remained unresponsive, whereas Lu Chen Zhou, however, let out a surprised "eh."
Covered in green light, Lu Chenzhou suddenly looked different: his head bleeding, his right leg unnaturally twisted, obviously broken, and the area between his legs soaked in blood, as if he had sustained severe injuries. Bizarrely, Lu Chenzhou didn’t feel any of these injuries on his body, his right leg still moving freely.
Yang Xiao too was baffled by the scene. He tried moving the Ghost Lantern away, and the next second, Lu Chenzhou was back to normal.
Trying again, Lu Chenzhou reverted back to the pitiful figure of a blood gourd.
After two attempts, Yang Xiao suddenly understood—the Ghost Lantern was working fine, the problem lay with Lu Chan Zhou; it showed the appearance Lu Chenzhou would soon have under the backlash of his powers. Before he could think deeply, Lu Chenzhou himself suddenly cried out, "Yang, shine it on again, I think... I think I feel a bit better."
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