Published: March 8, 2025
Zhuge Changfeng's body swayed slightly, his face ashen like death.
He had only blocked two swords from the opponent, yet he was already bloodied and weakened. Looking at the corpses strewn all over the ground, he felt as if his heart had died!
He never expected that his mission would take such a turn of disastrous luck!
After much difficulty, he had forced the Awakened One out, but he never anticipated that the Awakened One would be so formidable!
After managing to force the Awakened One back, another such freak appeared!
In just four or five sword strikes, his three hundred elite combatants were completely slaughtered!
At this rate, it seemed he would be unable to escape death himself!
“Who... exactly are you?” Zhuge Changfeng had no thought of resistance whatsoever. It was absurd; the opponent was clearly a high-level saint, while he was merely a lord-level second tier. What could he possibly use to fight back?
He couldn’t even run away.
All he felt now was regret: why had he been so rash and decisive when taking on this task? If he had just taken a step back at the beginning, wouldn’t it be someone else who would be suffering now?
At the same time, he felt hatred. Hatred towards the person who had strongly recommended him, Diwu Qingrou! That outsider! If he hadn’t pushed for his recommendation so vigorously, would he have ended up in this mess?
He had shown him countless gratitude, even treating him to a nice meal before leaving, and now it turned out to be a huge trap!
Recalling what Diwu Qingrou had said when recommending him, Zhuge Changfeng couldn’t help but feel his teeth itch.
At that time, Diwu Qingrou said: "Grand Elder, I believe this matter must be handled with caution. The person sent must not be too powerful, nor too weak. It must be someone in the middle; I think Zhuge Changfeng is very suitable!"
Just listen to that!
And yet he had been so bewitched at the time, thinking that what he said was very strategic. He had even nodded in agreement.
When the Grand Elder had asked, “Why do you say that?”
Diwu Qingrou replied: “This is my complete consideration. After all, the Awakened One is merely a saying; for thousands of years, there have been no rumors about any Awakened One.”
Whether this matter is true or false still needs verification.
Furthermore, if the Awakened One turns out to be powerful, then even if there are losses, it wouldn’t be devastating. If the strength is average, Zhuge Changfeng would be able to handle it. After all, they were in the middle ground.
Thus, under Diwu Qingrou's emotional and rational considerations, the Grand Elder finally relented, and he obtained this “great position”...
Thinking about this, Zhuge Changfeng couldn’t help but want to cry.
He remembered that after the family meeting, Diwu Qingrou had specifically come out to explain to him: “What I said back then was just a temporary statement; otherwise, Brother Changfeng, you would find it very difficult to get this opportunity…”
He had treated him as a brother, even treating him to a drink, and in the end, he had given that bastard twenty Amethyst stones...
He felt like he had been blinded, had his mind muddled by greed...
Alas...
If only he could go back, the first thing he would do would be to skin Diwu Qingrou alive and hang him from the family gate like a dried salted fish...
This might just be Zhuge Changfeng’s final obsession in this life.
Because after waiting for a while without receiving a response, the Sword Spirit directly raised its sword!
Swish!
Fresh blood gushed from his neck...
With just two more sword strikes, the last two lord-level experts of the Zhuge family turned into two corpses.
The Sword Spirit let out a frustrated shout and returned to the nine calamity space to sulk. At the same time, it was wracking its brain, trying to figure out how to help Chu Yang recover his already depleted divine soul power in a very short time before reclaiming the Fourth Segment Nine Calamity Sword.
But divine soul power is the source of life, what good methods could there be to recover it? The more the Sword Spirit thought, the more it felt overwhelmed and frustrated, and couldn’t help but vent its anger by cursing in the chaotic space.