Chapter 1088: Luo Feifei

Huang Yan is waiting, not hurrying to act.

Another day passes, the standoff belonging to the two brothers, a silent standoff.

This is a lopsided standoff, the initiative is in Huang Yan's hands; how will he choose? It concerns the future of the battle and also their future.

Qinglong Daoren does not intervene in their affairs, but chooses to watch the drama; no matter how Huang Yan chooses, he will not interfere, letting them finish on their own, even if Huang Yan dies because of it, Qinglong Daoren will not intervene.

A good opportunity is given to him, everything is arranged for him; he only needs to wait patiently, and when they are exhausted, victory will come naturally. If he becomes too arrogant and disobeys, he will bear the consequences himself.

Xinran Zhanglao nudged Qinglong Daoren and asked, "If he goes in now and cannot defeat Huang Yang and the others, will you intervene?"

Qinglong Daoren did not answer immediately, but murmured, "Respect individual karma; how he chooses is his matter, and I will not easily meddle in others' karma."

Xinran Zhanglao understood.

"Indeed, this is a guaranteed winning situation; as long as he can endure, a final finishing blow will suffice. There's no need to go in and fight Huang Yang; this is the wisest choice. Of course, some people dislike this and want to defeat the opponent with body and mind, which requires strength."

"Huang Yan is probably also struggling; he wants to defeat Huang Yang head‑on to prove himself."

"But he worries that if he fails, he may suffer the consequences."

Huang Yan is torn inside, not knowing what to do.

Qinglong Daoren said, "There's nothing to ponder; only those who survive have the right to speak of the future."

"Dignity, reputation, or innate strength need no proof; time will prove everything."

"The world is vast and geniuses are countless, like minnows crossing a river; even geniuses cannot stand firm. You and I, each step is arduous; every move requires millions of calculations before placing a piece, and once placed, there is no regret."

Xinran Zhanglao blinked and approved, "Indeed, we are within Tianwai, with no second chance. Huang Yan is the same; Heaven let him encounter us, granting him a second chance. If he does not cherish it, then …"

There would be no future to speak of; Heaven treats everyone the same, very fair.

If they wish to walk within Tianwai, each step is hard, and they must also bring a fool, it would be even more difficult.

Qinglong Daoren does not want his disciple to be a fool; in that case, it would be better not to have one.

As for the chief senior disciple, cut him off if needed.

Both understand clearly, especially Xinran Zhanglao, who after countless hardships has reached today, arrived in Tianwai, and does not wish to fail because of Huang Yan.

She still has many things to do; she does not want to die easily.

Her senior brother has not yet appeared; she wants to personally challenge him with a sword, then defeat him, tell him that she, Xinran Zhanglao, is the true sword Dao genius. On that day, she will beat her senior brother and repeat those words to him.

Time jumps to three days later.

Huang Yan is still waiting, not acting; he stood up several times, and finally sat down.

Within the Formation, several guards could not hold on; they fell.

Having lost true Qi and vitality, they are completely dead.

Body and mind collapse, no longer any desire to live.

Body dead, Dao vanished.

With this beginning, the remaining people harbor a death resolve.

That day, two more died, and the number of guards decreased rapidly.

The remaining guards are near collapse, could die at any moment.

Luo Feifei, seeing this, cannot continue, looks at her son and asks, "Yang'er, if we continue, will we truly die here? Is your intuition correct?"

She does not want to die, nor does she want her son to die here; she still has many things undone, and her son has not yet risen, so how could she die so easily.

Huang Yang furrows his brows, staring into the deep mist, "Mother, rest assured, he will come."

"He is a proud person; he won't appear only at the end. To reclaim the Flame Yang Bone, he must defeat me, defeat me face‑to‑face."

"My elder brother, he will not keep hiding forever."

This is his judgment of Huang Yan; he knows Huang Yan's character very well.

Very proud and very concerned with face.

He will come.

With that single sentence, Huang Yang set the next plan and continued to wait.

When Huang Yan arrives, he will maintain his strength, ensuring his combat power.

Luo Feifei chose to trust her son and instructed, "You all endure for a few more days."

The guards are too weak to speak, lying on the ground, barely breathing.

By afternoon, several guards died.

Only a few of these guards remain; Huang Yang is unmoved—dead is dead.

At this point, it is no longer something he can stop.

Steady his mind, ensure he does not fall, adjust body and spirit, and uphold his will.

Luo Feifei does the same; she no longer goes to those guards, letting them … die.

The next day, all the guards died.

After all the guards died, only the two of them, mother and son, painfully held on.

Luo Feifei's complexion turned grim; her strength has little left. Continuing to wait, she fears she will truly lose her combat power.

"There is little true Qi left; at most she can attack once more."

"Huang Yan has not appeared; has he really changed?" Huang Yang murmured.

Suddenly, he harbors some doubt, and also doubts himself.

That elder brother really changed; after so many days he has not appeared, he prepared for so long, only to wait in loneliness.

Outside the Formation, Huang Yan stared at Luo Feifei's silhouette, gritted his teeth, entered the Formation, merging with the mist.

Within the silent, soundless Formation, only the mist moves, and the mist has always been so.

It enveloped each other and everything; the bodies of the guards on the ground became invisible, and Huang Yang lost his mother's figure, or rather, he can sense it but cannot perceive it.

"Mother, are you alright?"

Huang Yang couldn't help but ask.

Yet there was no answer, as if his mother weren't there.

The next moment, Huang Yang rose to his feet, he smelled blood, a strong scent of blood.

Heading toward the smell of blood, Huang Yang's heart sank.

That was where his mother was.

"Mother."

Huang Yang stopped; he saw a corpse—more precisely, it was the corpse of his mother Luo Feifei that he had kicked.

He lowered his head and saw that face, a familiar one.

"Mother!"

Huang Yang crouched, gazing at his mother lying on the ground, he lifted her corpse—it was real, with a chest wound that pierced the heart, shattered the five viscera and six bowels, and also shattered his mother's dantian.

Inside her body, the flames had long since burned everything to ashes, leaving only an empty shell.

"Ah—ah."

"Huang Yan, come out, you bastard."

"I will kill you, Huang Yan."

The enraged Huang Yang roared to the heavens; in his heart there was only one thought: kill Huang Yan and avenge his mother.