Chapter 70: Clan of the Battle God
Chapter 70: Clan of the Battle God
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Western Garrison Liege Lord!"
Jiang Yi felt a shock in his heart. He had expected that this young master to have an esteemed status—as Ji Tingyu once reminded him that this year’s Blood Purge contained many participants who had esteemed status. But he didn’t think his luck was so bad to actually meet a clansman of the Western Garrison Liege Lord?
The Western Garrison Liege Lord was the strongest man in the Divine Martial Kingdom; he was only inferior to the Emperor. In other words, their clan was the no.1 clan in the Divine Martial Kingdom apart from the royal clan.
What were the consequences of incurring the wrath from the clan of the Western Garrison Liege Lord? Jiang Yi couldn’t be sure!
But right now, it was impossible for him to stop halfway; he didn’t consider all the factors and burst towards Jiang Qilin. He was used to ‘act first, think later’—even if it was to pierce the heavens!
"Lin’er!"
Right at this moment, a furious roar echoed from the east. This voice was bright like the bell which vibrated everyone’s ear membrane so intensely that their blood was surging. Jiang Yi’s eyes went cold as he felt a frigid killing aura and a grave sense of danger. He looked over, and his heart was filled with approval when he saw this matchless ferocious man.
The one who arrived was a youth who had the height of an adult. He was at least six-foot tall and was equipped with a giant glaive and black-colored battle armor. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His skin was bronze in color, and his expression looked as though he was forged like a saber or battleaxe.
He was currently sprinting over in horrifying speed. Before he was even near, his frigid killing intent shrouded and suffocated everyone. This was a natural-born warrior.
First stage of the Purple Mansion Realm! Eh? I don’t see him circulating any essence force?
Jiang Yi took a glance and judged his strength instantly by his speed. What made him suspicious was that this individual didn’t have any flow of essence force around him and was seemingly relying on his physical strength to run.
"Zhan Wushuang!"
Jiang Qilin and the black-robed young lady both exclaimed as their eyes shrank. The youth who was about to thrust at the young lady quickly sheathed his sword and retreated towards Jiang Qilin with fear.
Jiang Yi stopped, too. Since this black-robed young lady had such a huge backing, he didn’t want to offend Jiang Qilin by himself.
"Lin’er, Lin’er!"
This youth, who was named as Zhan Wushuang by Jiang Qilin, rushed over like a ferocious beast. When he saw a sword that was still piercing through the shoulder of the black-robed young lady, his expression turned ashen. He drew the heavy sword on his back and slammed it towards the youth who had his dantian crippled.
"Zhan Wushuang, stop. This is a misunderstanding!"
Jiang Qilin shouted as his expression changed, but Zhan Wushuang’s heavy sword didn’t have any intentions of stopping as it crashed on the head of that youth—instantly turning the brain into a mashed-up mess. Zhan Wushuang continued sprinting and spun his heavy sword to slam at the other youth that was previously stabbed by the black-robed young lady. In just a blink of the eye, two individuals were dead.
Such ruthlessness? Is he not afraid of losing the participation rights to the Blood Purge? Is he not afraid that the Western Garrison Liege Lord’s clan would take revenge?
Jiang Yi was silently shocked. Zhan Wushuang quickly pulled out the longsword from the body of that young lady and swiftly helped her to stop
Jiang Qilin seemed to be afraid of this Zhan Wushuang; he gulped before replying, "Your sister? It is a misunderstanding. Zhan Wushuang, didn’t you come alone? Who would have thought that she is your sister?"
Zhan Wushuang dragged his heavy sword along as he walked over. He swept his gaze at everyone—including Jiang Yi—and shouted, "Jiang Qilin, because of Jiang Yiliu, you only have to break your own legs. The rest of you should commit suicide, and this matter will come to a rest."
Damn…
Jiang Yi was speechless; he was kind enough to interfere but got misunderstood as Jiang Qilin’s companion? But he was rather surprised; it seemed like this Zhan Wushuang’s status wasn’t simple. He knew Jiang Qilin’s identity and still wanted to break his legs.
Jiang Qilin’s expression changed and bellowed with anger, "Zhan Wushuang, don’t push it. I already explained that it was a misunderstanding! If this matter was brought up, both our clans will not take it as it is."
"Swish!"
Zhan Wushuang rushed over bursting like a wild beast; he swung his heavy sword which was at least a few hundred kilograms. He then slammed his sword at the youth beside Jiang Qilin with astounding prowess.
"Boom!"
That youth clenched his teeth while using his longsword to block and attempted to quickly retreat at the same time. But he underestimated Zhan Wushuang’s strength. When the heavy sword and his longsword clashed, there wasn’t any paused as the heavy sword crushed onto his shoulder, cleaving his body in two. He was certainly dead.
"How dare you!"
Jiang Qilin was infuriated; he brandished the longsword in his hand and thrust towards Zhan Wushuang. What made Jiang Yi shocked was that Zhan Wushuang used his hand to grasp at Jiang Qilin’s sword. He was expecting to see blood spurting violently when a hand clashed with an artifact that could shave metal like mud. He thought he would see Zhan Wushuang’s hand being severed, but the longsword was easily grasped by him. Twisting vigorously, he disarmed the sword in the hands of Jiang Qilin and swung his heavy sword with a reverse grip at Jiang Qilin’s legs.
"Crack!"
Jiang Qilin’s legs broke in response, and he cried out miserably as he fell. It was obvious that Zhan Wushuang had reserved some strength, or else Jiang Qilin’s legs would be in a bloody mess.
"Could this Zhan Wushuang’s body be made of steel? The artifact was only able to leave a slight wound?"
When Jiang Yi saw the slight wound on Zhan Wushuang’s hand when he released the sword, he got stunned; and a few words appeared in his mind—Special Race!
If Zhan Wushuang wasn’t of a Special Race, then he must have cultivated a special cultivation technique. Not only did Jiang Yi not see any essence force circulation, but Zhan Wushuang’s body was also abnormally tough enough to instill fear.
"Swish!"
As Jiang Yi was still pondering, Zhan Wushuang’s body moved again. His heavy sword cleaved towards Jiang Yi’s head with exceptional prowess. Before the heavy sword even started to cleave, his mountain-like presence had already locked onto Jiang Yi.
Sigh. I have never seen anyone who had such brawn and no brains!
Jiang Yi sighed silently but didn’t utter a single sound. He didn’t even try to retaliate and could only stare like a retard at Zhan Wushuang.
"Stop, stop it!"
A frail voice echoed, and Zhan Wushuang’s heavy sword suddenly stopped one foot away from Jiang Yi’s head. The momentum of the cleaving sword blew Jiang Yi’s hair and robes into a mess, but Jiang Yi’s expression didn’t have a hint of change.
"Zhan Wushuang, you… you fool! He is my… benefactor!" The black-robed young lady struggled to speak with eyes that were filled with anguish.
"Ah?"
Zhan Wushuang blinked his eyes and smirked. He then casually swept his heavy sword towards the subordinate of Jiang Qilin who Jiang Yi defeated. He then spoke with shame, "My apologies to this young brother! Why didn’t you try to explain? I nearly injured you due to misunderstanding."
Jiang Yi shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t have any chance to interrupt but noticed that the black-robed young lady was about to speak; hence, he didn’t bother to say anything. He sent a look at the black-robed young lady before turning around and walked into the forest.
Since the black-robed young lady was out of danger, and Zhan Wushuang had appeared to kill four participants, he didn’t want to get involved in this huge mess. If he was to be involved, he would most likely become ashes.
"Hey, young brother! What is your name…?"
Zhan Wushuang shouted, but Jiang Yi maintained his silence and left. Zhan Wushuang could only turn and sheathe his heavy sword on his back and carried the black-robed young lady. He then walked and was puzzled. "He sure is an odd one. I cleaved at him, and he didn’t even attempt to dodge. He has done a good deed and didn’t want to leave his name. He is definitely a true man. Nearly killed by me but didn’t even have a change in expression…"
The black-robed young lady looked at Zhan Wushuang with cold eyes and scoffed, "Zhan Wushuang. You really assumed that you are so formidable? It wasn’t because he couldn’t dodge, but… he was completely unafraid of you. I got a premonition that if he was to make a move, he would definitely be able to severely injure you. You are a descendant of the Battle God Clan and couldn’t even match up to an unknown youth. Aren’t you ashamed?"