Chapter 102: Ending

Feng Yichu's white beard was smeared with warm fresh blood; his shocked expression lingered on his bloodless face for a long time, not fading. He slowly lowered his head and gazed at his own chest.

What a huge hole it was, with meridians still attached; he could even see his own heart still beating.

His heart beat slower and slower until it stopped.

Bang— At the moment it stopped, he collapsed.

Ximo Jianmo, Duan Sheng, Huang Zong, Huang Gao Yu, and Luo Qingkui — all five — stared dumbfounded.

Clearly, Feng Yichu had the upper hand just moments before, but in the final instant Chen Yi He turned the tables.

Chen Yi He, at the third heaven, defeated Feng Yichu, who was at the fourth heaven.

"Where is your third sword?" Chen Yi He asked Ximo Jianmo with a blank expression.

Ximo Jianmo was momentarily speechless.

"If not, then don't get in my way of killing these two dogs of the Huang family." Chen Yi He spoke, deliberately putting on an indifferent air; his cold gaze swept over Ximo Jianmo's face, then over the others.

Ximo Jianmo, Duan Sheng, and Luo Qingkui were all stronger than Chen Yi He; they truly didn't know what qualification he had to look at them with that gaze.

Ximo Jianmo had originally intended to use his third sword, but Chen Yi He's words made him feel a bit guilty. After all, he had never before unleashed his third sword, and he did not want to use it on a junior.

However, the temptation of five million taels of gold was enough to move his heart.

Ximo Jianmo slowly drew his sword; demonic energy made his bloodthirsty blade even more sinister, and he raised the bloodthirsty sword toward the sky.

In the sky, wind rolled up the remnants of clouds.

Chen Yi He dared not underestimate it; in this situation he could not be careless, he held the Heavenly Mechanism Sword horizontally before his chest. Sword qi flowed from his palm onto the blade.

The blade of the Heavenly Mechanism Sword was so exquisite, worthy of a thousand years of craftsmanship.

"Are you ready?" Ximo Jianmo asked.

"Hmm." Chen Yi He replied.

The two of them had already cast everyone else aside; before them there was only each other.

A feeling of mutual admiration arose in their hearts.

"Take this move, 'Demonic Descent Upon the World'!" Ximo Jianmo launched his attack.

"'Blazing Fire Burns Heaven!'" Chen Yi He countered.

Two sword qi shot straight up from the summit of God Sword Mountain, rushing into the clouds!

Flowers, grasses, and trees on and beneath the mountain withered and died; boulders and massive stones were shattered!

Chen Yi He was flung backward, his head finally striking the rock wall hard before he came to a stop. "Cough cough..." Smoke and dust made him cough incessantly; only after a long while did he open his eyes to see that his clothes were completely torn apart.

Ximo Jianmo stood like a great mountain that had endured tens of millions of years in the desert, solitary and unmoving, letting wind, frost, rain, and snow beat upon him without falling.

"How is it?" Ximo Jianmo asked. Long after he spoke, he finally lifted his head; his face was covered in wounds, scars from sword cuts.

"Ahhh!" Huang Gao Yu finally couldn't bear it; under the pressure of Chen Yi He's fear, he turned and ran down the mountain!

He abandoned his elderly father with a broken leg.

"Gao Yu!" the old father's cry was desolate and helpless.

Chen Yi He leaned against the rock wall to stand; at the moment he rose, Ximo Jianmo knew he had succeeded.

Chen Yi He's success was largely due to the Heavenly Mechanism Sword, but he succeeded, successfully blocking Ximo Jianmo's third sword.

Everyone looked at Chen Yi He in disbelief; Ximo Jianmo waved his hand and headed down the mountain, walking with a limp, having also suffered serious injury.

Chen Yi He pointed his sword at Luo Qingkui.

Luo Qingkui was already seriously wounded, and now, stimulated by Feng Yichu's provocation, he had no thought of fighting. He carried Feng Yichu's corpse and also wanted to go down the mountain; Chen Yi He ultimately did not stop him.

A great sword was planted in the ground, Duan Sheng stood upon it, looking down at Chen Yi He and laughing, he said, "Not bad, kid, you've got some skills."

"Thanks for the praise." Chen Yi He replied coldly, not letting his guard down; if Duan Sheng attacked now, he would have no way to survive.

"Don't blame me, this senior, for taking advantage of your predicament! Who made you make so many enemies!" Duan Sheng laughed and said.

"Damn, you talk too much..." Chen Yi He realized he had no retreat.

Duan Sheng lowered the great sword, then drew it up. The instant the great sword left the ground, the earth trembled slightly.

All that could be seen was a blade of light attacking from not far away.

It was heading straight for Duan Sheng.

Clang—

Duan Sheng blocked with his sword; the immense pressure almost made him lose his footing.

"Who is it?" Duan Sheng shouted angrily, someone actually dared to ambush him.

"It's me." That person appeared.

Chen Yi He recognized him; he was that mysterious swordsman, though he did not know his name.

"Qiu Yichen," on the other hand, Duan Sheng recognized him.

"The name Qiu Yichen is quite poetic..." Chen Yi He mused.

"Duan Sheng, bullying juniors goes against your name!" Qiu Yichen laughed as he said to Duan Sheng; it seemed he was an old friend or old rival of Duan Sheng.

"You're really annoying!" Duan Sheng said impatiently, "What do you want, exactly?"

"It's none of our business what outsiders do; you're not after the Heavenly Mechanism Sword."

"I don't care for the Heavenly Mechanism Sword, so why am I here? You're just being ridiculous!" Duan Sheng burst out laughing.

"Attack!" Huang Zong gave the order, and all his subordinates rushed at Chen Yi He.

Now is Chen Yi He's weakest moment; they could surely deliver a fatal blow.

Chen Yi He cut down these God Sword Mountain Villa lackeys as easily as slaughtering chickens—one swing and they fell in rows.

"If you insist, then you'll have to ask my Falling Moon Blade."

In the distance, Ye Wuming started in surprise: "The reputation of the 'Seven Hatred Demon Blade,' the Falling Moon Blade, is known throughout the world."

Duan Sheng hesitated for a while before making his decision: "Huang Manor Lord, I've done my best; the fate of your God Sword Mountain Villa lies entirely in your own hands."

Last night, God Sword Mountain Villa was full of distinguished guests, all of them noble visitors.

Today, God Sword Mountain Villa stands alone and deserted, with only Huang Zong remaining.

Huang Zong lamented his fate; the Heavenly Mechanism Sword brought him and God Sword Mountain Villa no honor at all, but instead brought them an unbearable catastrophe.

"Heaven has doomed me!" Huang Zong cried out, looking up to the sky; after sighing, he slit his throat with the Proper Honor Sword.

Huang Zong, who once astonished everyone with a single move of the Flying Flower Dance Sword, ultimately could not escape his tragic fate.

In the martial world, one must possess absolute strength to stand firm; relying only on reputation and followers, when the tree falls the monkeys scatter, and eventually the day comes when beautiful dreams are shattered.

The Proper Honor Sword was caught by Duan Sheng, who said, "Since I can't get the Heavenly Mechanism Sword, no one will contend with me for this Proper Honor Sword, right?" Having spoken, he then took up the great sword in one hand and the Proper Honor Sword in the other, and swaggered away.

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