Chapter 231: 231

231 "Xiao Chu, stop, the Luo family admits defeat."

The final duel was set on that open square between the three families.

Normally, no one besides the three families would come here, but to be safe, ordinary people must not see it, so the area has already been cordoned off.

Both sides set up formations, entering each other's formations; whoever breaks the formation first wins.

This kind of contest looks simple, but it is actually the most difficult, and the main point is that it is the most dangerous.

Inside the formation, a moment's carelessness can plunge you into an abyss, because if you're not deeply trapped, you have no idea what formation the opponent is using.

Moreover, while breaking the formation, you must also control your own formation so the opponent cannot break it, making it extremely difficult.

Back then, in the formation used to resist another country at Zheng City, the officials from various local offices fought for a full day and night, finally trapping them to death inside.

This formation can kill.

Luo An was carried down the mountain that day, and in less than two days he had mostly recovered, except his arm and head were still wrapped in bandages.

He had his hands in his pockets, a look of triumph in his eyes, and stood before Xiang Yichu.

He glanced at Xiang Hao behind him, curled his lips into a smile, and leaned toward Xiang Yichu, saying: "Xiang Yichu, you are the genius of this generation of corpse-chasers; your father has such high expectations for you, you bear the whole Xiang family on your shoulders—you must win against me, or else, can you endure the disappointed gazes of everyone in the Xiang family?"

He said: "Xiang Yichu, enjoy your nightmare."

Xiang Yichu frowned; outwardly nothing, but inside he had a bad premonition.

He had barely managed to make that voice in his mind disappear last night; it's obvious Luo An found out about his......

Xiang Yichu didn't want to say those two words; he could cut that thing off, he could definitely do it, and his good friends were still waiting for him in Nan Cheng.

Luo An saw that there wasn't much change in his eyes, he narrowed his eyes, recalling the information that person had leaked to him last night, he let out a scoffing laugh, and dropped a bombshell on him.

"Xiang Yichu, you surely don't know, the day before yesterday three people came to your house looking for you—two women and one man, including a credit-sword person—but the head of the Xiang family apparently told them to cut ties with you~"

With a "Boom," Xiang Yichu felt as if something had struck him.

He abruptly turned his head to look behind him at Xiang Hao.

How could he make that decision for him? Making friends is his own right!

However, he dug his nails into his palm, forcing himself to stay calm, thinking that after this duel he should go back and investigate his family's people properly, otherwise how could Luo An possibly know such detailed information?

Moreover, the key is that he trusts Tushan Jiu and the others; given their personalities, unless they hear it from him directly, they won't believe it.

Hmm, they definitely won't believe it, definitely.

Having just steadied his resolve, Luo An added: "I also heard that the credit-sword person lent your father a sword, prophesying that you would be entangled by inner demons for life, yet your father still let you compete against me—so tell me, are you really his son, or just a tool of the Xiang family?"

He whistled, still goading him: "Tsk tsk, how pitiful—being the family's tool isn't enough, you don't even have the freedom to make friends; Xiang Yichu, you're truly pathetic."

Xiang Yichu clenched his fists, silently recited the Purifying Heart Mantra to clear his thoughts, not wanting to waste time on his useless trash talk, and quickened his steps to enter the formation.

Suddenly.

A familiar voice echoed across the open space.

"Corpse-chaser number one Xiang Yichu, a flick of your talisman blows up the sky, your opponent is just petty trash, all talk and no action—go get him, come on!"

"Xiang Yichu, keep it up, we're rooting for you!"

"Keep it up, good friend!"

Everyone covered their ears.

Because the open space isn't actually that big, the loudspeaker's volume is really too loud.

Xiang Yichu first stared blankly for a moment, then looked at the three people raising their hands at him, curled his lips, his eye sockets instantly reddened; not wanting so many people to see him cry, he quickly said, "Hmm, I know," and then hastily entered the formation.

As soon as he stepped in, inside the formation he closed his eyes.

Those outside the formation could only see his expression change, but inside, the scenery around Xiang Yichu kept shifting.

After a while of shifting, the scene froze inside the Xiang family's little black house.

Outside, seeing Xiang Yichu's body begin to tremble uncontrollably, as if his deepest fear had been released, they realized the Luo family was actually using an illusion formation.

And as soon as Luo An entered Xiang Yichu's formation, he showed a frightened expression, then took up his magical implement and began to block the deadly blade-by-blade attacks inside the formation.

Outside, Wang Dongqing frowned: "Too late, no wonder you lent a credit-sword to Xiang Yichu's father—his inner demon has long existed, it didn't just arise from this return."

Tushan Jiu nodded and explained: "His inner demon has long existed; when he forcibly raised his cultivation to capture that last fierce ghost, I noticed it. Later I once pointed it out to him, reminding him to rest; during that time in Nan Cheng, his inner demon was almost gone, but I didn't expect that upon returning to the Xiang family...... this hurdle he must overcome."

Maomao beside her listened silently; she hadn't known Xiang Yichu well before, only knowing that she had always been the perpetual second place, while perpetual first place had always been the name Xiang Yichu.

Wang Dongqing didn't understand: "Just now Luo An was using us as an excuse; since you already know Xiang Yichu has developed an inner demon, and you know his father wouldn't choose him, why did you still go to the Xiang family? Aren't we just adding fuel to the fire?"

Looking at the tightly furrowed brow and agonized expression of Xiang Yichu in the illusion formation, Tushan Jiu curled her lips and said, "Whether the sword lent to Xiang Hao is repaid or not doesn't matter; what I want is to add this fire!"

Otherwise, how could Xiang Yichu's inner demon fully take shape.

If it doesn't take shape, how could she draw her sword and cut down his inner demon!

When the thought reached him, Xiang Yichu in the center of the illusion formation not far away opened his blood-red eyes, and a surge of qi rushed toward Luo An at the center of the opposing killing formation.

Luo An instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, the qi inside him vanished at once, he slumped limp to the ground, becoming a cripple.

But none of this had ended.

Because the formation was still attacking him.

That attack was like blades, slicing into Luo An's body one stroke after another.

The Luo family members panicked, shouting loudly to stop, saying they admitted defeat, but Xiang Yichu seemed not to hear, continuing to control the formation to attack the already unconscious Luo An.

So the Luo family members hurried to find Xiang Hao to have him speak up and stop it.

The entreated Xiang Hao, smiling on his face, shouted out: "Xiao Chu, stop, the Luo family admits defeat."

With a "swish," another blade struck.

Xiang Hao's smile froze for a moment.

"Xiao Chu! Stop!"