Chapter 335: Grudges Aside, Let Me Send My Brother Off!

Chapter 335: Grudges Aside, Let Me Send My Brother Off!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It seemed that Venerable Lord Sword had gone stark raving mad.

The sudden rush of grief and fury blinded him.

The sword that soared high in the sky faltered and begun to weave about drunkenly; hundreds of thousands of sword light coruscated like the scorching sun in each and every available direction.

It was not only Venerable Lord Sword’s sword that had erupted into explosive fury; the man’s body, hair, neck, eyes, shoulders, ears, chest, arms, legs… each and every part of his body emanated a torrent of deadly sword energy!

They poured out in an unstoppable torrent as he unleashed his fury towards the gate of the School of Spring and Autumn.

The disciples who were equipped with weapons felt that they lost their sense of control over their own swords. Their swords flew up into the sky, in defiance of their owner's intentions.

The energy broke apart into millions of shards of sword light.

The gate of School of Spring and Autumn settled into an eerie silence.

Venerable Lord Sword continued to scream into the sky; his dead eyes stared at the silhouettes that came flying in through the air while a savage smile hung on his face.

"You are all too late."

The disciples who formed the sword formation in front of Venerable Lord Sword, the disciples who were only spectators behind, and the second generation disciples who stood further back, all showed a hopeless sense of fear on their faces as they stood frozen like statues, waiting for the arrival of death.

The disbelief was vibrant in their eyes, but no one could move a muscle.

Just as the words left Venerable Lord Sword’s lips, gouts of blood poured out from these people. The disciples who were standing exploded simultaneously, reduced into pieces of flesh and blood that scattered themselves all over the place.

The only one left breathing was Xiao Tengkong of Spring and Autumn, but he was also seriously injured. He had used his entire cultivation base to defend against the surge of sword energy and had been blown several hundred feet back. There were gurgling noises in his throat as his eyes bore right into Venerable Lord Sword, the man struggling to say, "You… you’ve achieved… Sword… Supremacy…."

Before he could finish his words, his body fell stiffly before spasming on the ground. It crackled and fell into pieces, signaling the man’s death.

Venerable Lord Sword did not answer the last words of Xiao Tengkong; his eyes were watching the silhouettes that were hurriedly making their landing. Technically, he was only watching the two men in the lead; he couldn't care less about the rest of the group.

His eyes were filled with crazed provocation.

"Venerable Lord Sword!" Both elders who flew over hollered, "You shall not be pardoned for such merciless killings! Hand over your life!"

In the light of those words, Venerable Lord Sword gave a sharp cry before soaring into the sky and grabbing the hovering sword; the sword light grew more intense as he turned about and charged his enemy.

"There is nothing but life and death in the martial world. Die!"

Venerable Lord Sword guffawed, welcoming the incoming duo’s attack with a sword held in his hand.

Boom!

The clash of the three titans saw them flying apart in three different directions. The two elders were obviously more inferior; even with their combined efforts, they still spat blood while retreating in steps. Disbelief colored their eyes.

Venerable Lord Sword was relentless. With a long-drawn growl, he pressed on the attack, waving his sword with massive recoil. The sword light was blinding as it spilled like a liquid flame.

Within a thousand feet of the School of Spring and Autumn’s gate, dust and smoke rose up into the air while the stones and earth cracked like fist-sized hailstones had fallen on them. Countless see-through holes appeared on the buildings beyond the perimeter.

Both elders were forced onto the ground by Venerable Lord Sword’s sword light and were in a passive position. Despite being shocked, they still kept their calm and guarded their turf in addition to defending themselves, waiting for Venerable Lord Sword’s subsequent attack.

They did not expect the howl to grow distant. Venerable Lord Sword’s voice was still as piercing as a sword that had stabbed through heaven, but he was fading away from the collision before completely disappearing as a beam of sword light!

"He left? Just like that?!"

Recovering from the initial shock, both elders charged out of the ruins but they could no longer see Venerable Lord Sword.

A distant voice could be heard from afar, "Brother! Your older brother has come to send you off!"

Both the elderly were puzzled by the words that seemed somewhat out of place.

Why have you come? You arrived at our gates with condemnation and massacred our people. Why did you leave just like that?

There was still a ball of golden light gleaming on the ground.

It had been accidentally left by Venerable Lord Sword when he was attacked by the sword formation in his daze. It was also the contents of this golden light that had caused Venerable Lord Sword to sink into an unexpectedly stoic trance.

One of the elders picked it up. He could still feel the strong sense of the divine emanating from the light.

"It is a message from the Four Seasons Tower..." Both the elders exchanged looks of shock.

"It was sent personally by Mr. Nian. The contents must be of import."

Various messaging methods could be differentiated by their external glow. If it belonged to the Four Seasons Hall, the glow would be one of four colors – green, red, yellow, and white. Since it was gold right now, it naturally belonged to the highest authority of the Four Seasons Tower – Mr. Nian.

Both elders’ expression turned grim as they delved in with their deific consciousness and mystical Qi at the same time.

The golden light flickered. "Saber has fallen, Snow is injured. Return at once!"

A look of terror washed over both the old men’s faces.

The absolute higher authority of the Four Seasons Tower, the five Venerable Lords who intimidated the martial world – one of them had died while the other was injured!

No wonder Venerable Lord Sword reacted in such a manner and left right away after exploding in a hysteric fit! It was a severe incident that had taken place in the internal section of the Four Seasons Tower!

"Supreme Lord Spring Frost of the Four Seasons Tower’s four Supreme Lords has died and now Venerable Lord Saber of the five Venerable Lords has also perished…"

One of the elders sucked in a cold breath. "The Four Seasons Tower might truly lose it this time… Grand Senior Uncle Bingming, should we take precautions to avoid this?"

"Yes, Wei Xinglu is still outside…"

"Have him return immediately! Ask the head to arrange for his homecoming now."

Both of them wore exceptionally grim expressions, well aware of the matter’s significance.

Venerable Lord Saber had died! How many people in the martial world would have to accompany his unexpected death?

…

At the Concourse of the Underworld, ice and frost had engulfed the entire Underworld Valley.

Ten Yama Kings worked together to fight the enemy while Ice and Frost moved about, playing the part of both attacker and defender. Their collaboration was flawless; even when faced with the combined attacks of the Concourse of the Underworld’s several hundred experts, they easily countered them and delivered their own punishing attacks.

Obviously, the two who were besieged managed to get the upper hand instead – they could even manipulate the entire situation. Perhaps, it could be said that the two of them had yet to unleash their true force because they were wary of the strongest combat power of the Concourse of the Underworld!

A dark silhouette began to coalesce in the sky.

It was the concourse’s real head, who had come to the scene and was ready to step into the fight at any time!

Venerable Lord Ice chuckled coldly, "Seal the world with ice!"

Venerable Lord Frost, too, uttered in a chilled voice, "Frost to the sky!"

They cast simultaneous waves of ice and frost as they painted the world white. Several Gold-ranked assassins were frostbitten the moment they charged into the area of white mist.

Ice and Frost threw their power relentlessly, preparing for the pinnacle of the fight that was soon to come – a contest of power among absolute masters.

To the Four Seasons Tower, their reasons for targeting the Concourse of the Underworld and the School of Spring and Autumn were entirely different. They were mostly trying to intimidate the School of Spring and Autumn and did not mind prolonging the siege. More so, as long as the school gave Wei Xinglu up and stipulated adequate compensation, the tower would consider forgetting the entire incident. After all, Wei Xinglu had only struck once that day and did not continue to kill wantonly. On the other hand, Mr. Nian had given an absolute kill order to the Concourse of the Underworld. There were no two ways about it.

Both Ice and Frost did not hold back in this fight.

Seeing that the Concourse of the Underworld was being slowly rendered into a critical state, an eerie laugh suddenly erupted from nowhere, "If Saber, Sword, Snow, Frost, and Ice were all here, this reputed one might still be quite wary but now that there's only the two of you… since you wish to lay waste to my Underworld Valley, don’t leave! You may here forever!"

A silhouette flew in, accompanied by a violent, ghoulish wind.

Ice and Frost guffawed, not at all frightened by the specter and continued to advance. Instantly, the sky and air were filled with ice and frost while the ghastly wind continued to billow angrily.

Suddenly, a golden light erupted in the air.

Venerable Lord Ice immediately understood the implications of that light. His expression paled, and he shouted, "Frost! Let’s go!"

Venerable Lord Frost frowned as heard the call to retreat. The frost in his palm had already condensed into life and he was waiting to channel his power in an all-out; he turned to ask reluctantly, "What is it?"

Venerable Lord Ice passed the golden light into Frost’s hand. As the latter’s divine sense seeped into the light, he suddenly let out a sharp earth-shattering cry, "Who did it? Who did it?"

"Let’s go back!" Venerable Lord Ice urged again.

"Let’s go!"

Venerable Lord Frost was enveloped in chilling ice and frost as he rose into the air and howled in agony, "Who dares to do this?"

Even as he screamed his curses, he continued to fade away until he had vanished utterly.

Venerable Lord Ice spun around and the mystical ice on the ground disappeared. His arms rested on his back as he squinted with a slight frown; he looked at the people in the concourse coldly and said, "This blood debt shall be calculated on another day. Concourse of the Underworld, do take care. Remember not to die in someone else’s hands!"

Before the other party could answer, he, too, had soared into the sky. With a wave of his hand, a trail of ice appeared in the air, a thousand feet long, reflecting thousands of rainbows under the radiant sunlight.

In the blink of an eye, Venerable Lord Ice vanished as well.

As he disappeared, the force holding a thousand feet of mystical ice in the sky dissipated, and the ice turned into countless blades that fell unto the people below with deadly accuracy.

…

Lei Dongtian and Old Mu’s injuries were really only external wounds. With the Bound of Universe’s medical aid, they were already fine the next afternoon, even without Yun Yang’s help.

Yun Yang was not only openly delighted about their recovered state, he was also inwardly surprised.

The medicine from the Bound of Universe’s Lei Family was remarkable indeed. The medicine that Lei Dongtian had stuffed into his mouth prior to this must have been of excellent quality as well!