Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life Chapter 119: Let’s Die Together

"Disciple, don’t panic."

Lin Yu’s voice, fragile as a thread of breath, echoed in Su Ming’s mind, carrying a strange calm.

"He’s forcing himself. That murderous energy is fiercer than a bone-shredding steel blade. Every ti he uses even a sliver of spiritual energy, he’s bleeding himself out."

"Provoke him, make him lose focus, drive him mad!"

"Only a madman will show a flaw!"

Su Ming’s gaze slowly moved away from the wavering flying sword, finally landing on Zhao Qianshan’s twisted face.

He made no attempt to get up and run.

He did not beg for rcy.

Instead, he turned toward the tip of that lethal sword and grinned.

His mouth was torn, blood mingling with dirt, making his smile look hideously feral and utterly insane.

"Heh…"

"Hehehe…"

He laughed, his voice hoarse, like an old bellows being pumped, wrenching at the wound in his chest and forcing him into violent coughing.

"Ka…cough…"

Each cough brought up a streak of blood.

Zhao Qianshan’s brow tightened; he did not like this feeling.

This little insect had not displayed the fear and despair he had expected.

It made him uneasy.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Qianshan’s voice was cold.

Su Ming lifted his head and stared at him with eyes veined in blood.

"I’m laughing at you… pitiful."

Su Ming spoke each word slowly. His voice was soft, but it felt like steel needles stabbing at Zhao Qianshan’s already taut nerves.

"Foundation Grand Perfection… heh, such swagger."

"Hunting —a third-stage Qi Refiner—for three days and nights, and you’ve turned yourself into this wreck."

"How do you feel now?"

Su Ming’s eyes glanced pointedly at the wound on Zhao Qianshan’s chest, where black blood kept seeping.

"The taste of that murderous energy… quite nice, isn’t it?"

Zhao Qianshan’s facial muscles twitched violently.

"Suicide!"

He roared, and the flying sword at his fingertip beca a faint streak of light, thrusting straight at Su Ming’s face!

At that last critical mont, Lin Yu used the last of his soul power to block most of the lethal strike aid at Su Ming!

"Sss!"

The flying sword’s edge stalled against the soul-energy barrier, its force and speed dropping sharply. It only carved a shallow scratch across Su Ming’s face before its spiritual light dimd and it was deflected.

Su Ming seed unable to feel pain.

The smile on his face grew brighter, more deranged.

"Co on!"

He shouted with all the strength he had left!

"Kill !"

"Make your move!"

Instead of retreating, he propped himself up on his elbows and painfully inched forward one inch, actively moving toward the flying sword that had just been deflected!

"Look at your current state!"

"The mont your sword kills , the spiritual energy inside your body will be triggered and explode!"

"At that point, that murderous energy will eat you from the inside out, inch by inch… until nothing is left!"

"We… die together!"

"You, a Foundation Grand Perfection, will be buried with a third-stage Qi Refiner!"

"This deal is mine!"

Those words were like heavy hamrs, striking Zhao Qianshan’s heart.

He understood perfectly!

More than anyone, he knew how dire his internal condition was.

The murderous energy inside him was like a ferocious beast temporarily imprisoned, violently battering the dam of spiritual energy he had built with his remaining power.

If he used spiritual energy to kill Su Ming, that murderous energy very likely would break through the spiritual dam.

The boy was not wrong.

Killing him might not guarantee his own survival!

It could even lead to a far more agonizing death!

"You… you’re talking nonsense!"

Zhao Qianshan’s voice trembled for the first ti.

He was afraid.

After a hundred years of cultivation and countless life-and-death trials, he had never felt such terror.

Not fear of death, but fear of being consud alive by murderous energy, of a soul devoured without end!

"Nonsense?"

Su Ming laughed harder, even tears of mirth spilling out.

"Then why won’t you strike?"

"Why are you trembling?"

"Your flying sword… you can hardly hold it steady!"

"You—"

At that mont, Zhao Qianshan’s ntal defenses were utterly shattered by Su Ming’s words that pierced his heart.

Reason, calculation, weighing consequences—all were consud by the limitless terror and rage!

"Brat! I want you dead! I’ll kill you right now!"

He let out an inhuman roar; his eyes were red as blood, like a maddened demon!

He no longer thought of consequences or the backlash of murderous energy!

His sole thought was to make this youth—who had shad his face and ruined his path—vanish from the world!

"Go!"

He pointed abruptly!

The turquoise flying sword uttered a mournful cry, turning into a final streak of light that shot toward Su Ming’s brow!

It was over!

Lin Yu’s soul body almost solidified at that instant.

But!

At the mont the sword moved!

Su Ming moved!

He did not step back or dodge!

He emptied every scrap of spiritual energy within him and hurled himself forward!

His target was not the flying sword!

It was Zhao Qianshan, whose body had trembled and whose defenses had been opened by launching the sword!

"No!"

Zhao Qianshan’s pupils constricted. He never expected that the boy would dare to counterattack at the brink of death!

He tried to retreat, but his body—drained of spiritual energy—would not obey!

In the blink of an eye!

Su Ming slamd into him with all his force!

"Phut!"

The flying sword grazed past Su Ming’s shoulder blade, spraying a stream of blood, before with a clang embedding itself deeply into the cliff face behind them.

Su Ming felt no pain!

His hands clamped onto Zhao Qianshan’s cold, rigid legs like iron pincers!

"What are you doing! Let go!"

Zhao Qianshan scread in absolute horror, pounding Su Ming’s back with frantic fists.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds, mixed with the brittle snaps of breaking bones, kept coming.

Su Ming bit his teeth and remained silent, refusing to let go!

The mad smile was still plastered on his face.

"I told you…"

He raised his head, his face covered in blood, almost pressed against Zhao Qianshan’s knees.

"We… die together!"

After he finished speaking, he used the last of his strength to hug Zhao Qianshan and, with a violent roll, sent them both toward the cliff’s edge!

Holding Zhao Qianshan’s legs caused the other man to lose his footing; like a weighted top, he was dragged along, tottering.

"No! No—!"

He let out a desperate howl, his hands clawing frantically at the ground, trying to grab anything to steady himself.

But at the cliff’s edge there were only smooth rock and loose soil.

His fingernails left white scrapes across the stone, and finally, pulled along by Su Ming’s suicidal embrace, the two of them tumbled and fell together over the ten-thousand-foot cliff!