Published: March 8, 2025
Everyone's spirits lifted, and they momentarily set aside their questions about Tan Tan and the others' origins, turning their heads to see Ou Duxiao and the others swiftly drawing their swords.
The river water churned violently, and suddenly, a dark shadow erupted from beneath the surface, prompting weapons from all directions to rush toward it.
With a flurry of noise, blood and flesh flew everywhere! The person was silently reduced to pieces, revealing that he was a martial sovereign from the Tian Family who had ventured into the water.
At the same time, from another direction came a loud splash, and a figure leaped up, wielding a gleaming large blade—the "Flame Sun Blade," which had been seized three days ago.
This blade had always been regarded as a treasure by Ao Xieyun, who kept it close; however, he was not accustomed to using blades, as the entire Ao Clan's family heritage unique skills revolved around swords!
Thus, he had never had the opportunity to use it in combat.
Used to wielding a sword, fighting with a blade felt like fighting with bare hands.
Consequently, he never had the chance to put it to use. But now, being discovered underwater, Ao Xieyun had no choice but to use the blade, as his sword had long been shattered...
“Brother Ao, it’s been a while,” Ou Duxiao smiled, his demeanor refined.
“It’s you guys!” Although Ao Xieyun was surrounded, his expression remained unchanged, water dripping from his body as he said calmly, “Must you make such a grand show to kill me?”
“No choice, Brother Ao. As the foremost young man of the middle three days, if we aren’t a bit more careful, how can we catch you?” Ou Duxiao laughed heartily, “Even so, being able to escape thousands of miles from Brother Ao truly impresses me.”
Ao Xieyun glanced around, a slight smile on his face: “But you still caught up to me.” In this dire situation, Ao Xieyun became completely calm, smiling gently, “Brother Ou, may I ask you a question?”
“Are you wondering why we want to kill you?” Ou Duxiao smiled back.
“Exactly.”
“To be honest, I have always valued our friendship, considering you my closest friend and brother! If it weren’t absolutely necessary, I would never have the heart to lay a hand on you,” Ou Duxiao sighed, helpless.
“Brother Ou is indeed loyal and righteous, a real man,” Ao Xieyun said with a half-smile.
Tian Buhui, Tu Qianhao, and the Young Dark Demon simultaneously chuckled.
Ou Duxiao's face flushed slightly, and he feigned calmness: “A real man is always better than a dead man!”
Ao Xieyun nodded, deeply resonating: “Brother Ou, it seems we truly understand each other. Since that’s the case, let’s not make a fool of myself, shall we?”
“Brother Ao, you are actually innocent. We never intended to deal with you but had no choice since you are the eldest young master of the Ao Family,” Ou Duxiao smiled gently, “If we don’t kill you, how can we frame Chu Danqiong? Without framing Chu Danqiong, how can we cause chaos in the middle three days? Without chaos in the middle three days, how can we take advantage of the turmoil to deal with Chu King of Hell, the Xie Clan, the Mo Clan, the Dong Clan, the Gu Family, and the Luo Family?”
Ou Duxiao snorted: “If we don’t deal with them, how can we protect ourselves? How can we dominate? But if your Ao Family doesn’t act, won’t all of this be for naught? So as long as you die, won’t everything fall into place?”
“Now I see.” Ao Xieyun nodded in understanding: “In the end, it’s just your ambition.”
Tian Buhui stepped forward: “Ao Xieyun, I wanted to have a fair fight with you, but… it seems there is no chance now. I express my regrets.”
Ao Xieyun shook his head slightly and said calmly: “There has never been fairness between us, for the Tian Family never entered my eyes.”
Tian Buhui’s eyes gleamed fiercely, calmly replying: “I hope, Brother Ao, that when you become a ghost, your tongue remains as sharp as this.”