Chapter 250: Reencountering Xu Jia

The Dragon King struck down with a single blade, the blade of the Azure Dragon Blade expanding to tens of thousands of times its size in midair!

If Chen Yi He hadn't desperately resisted, the entire Imperial Capital would have been sliced in two by a single strike!

The Dragon King had gone completely mad; with one person's strength he forcibly absorbed all the power of the Heavenly Dao Light, and in his mind he would not stop until his goal was achieved.

Chen Yi He thought the Dragon King also wanted a quick fight, "As you wish!" He thought the same; dragging it out would disadvantage them both. He pushed the Longevity Scripture to its limit, his body bursting with waves of brilliant golden light, sheathed the Purple Tempered Sword, and faced the foe with only a Heavenly Mechanism Sword.

Neither side had any way to retreat.

"Come on, Chen Yi He!" Wu Rong secretly clenched his fists, cheering for Chen Yi He. This was the grudge between Chen Yi He and the Dragon King; he couldn't intervene, and even if he wanted to, he now had the will but lacked the strength.

The Young Palace Master gazed at distant Chen Yi He, her mind filled with countless thoughts; all she could do now was preserve Xiao Xiao Yu's life, to ease her guilty conscience a little.

Chen Yi He did not use his own newly created sword technique, but the move the Dragon King had once shown him, "Solitary Mountain Setting Sun"! He stood on one foot, left arm drawn back, right arm bringing the sword to thrust obliquely upward.

This is a relatively simple move from the Mountain River Sword Art! Chen Yi He normally never used this move, deeming its power too weak and the technique odd, but today he actually employed it.

Only now did Chen Yi He realize there is no strongest sword technique, only the strongest swordsman! The simple "Solitary Mountain Setting Sun", now in his hands, actually surpassed any other sword technique, executed to a new height and realm.

Truly, a single sword split the setting sun!

The golden sword light and azure blade light met in the middle; only one of those lights could shine forever.

In the end, in the shortest time, the sword light pierced the blade light and shot straight at the Dragon King.

The Dragon King lost his protection and was pierced by a sword!

The Dragon King could no longer block!

"Clang!" the most intense collision sound! It shook heaven and earth.

The Dragon King's Azure Dragon Blade was blocked and knocked from his hand, falling far away; his tall body plummeted from midair.

Because of the powerful impact, Chen Yi He also could not stabilize his posture.

Waiting for the Dragon King was endless molten lava.

"Whoosh!" a swift figure came from afar, even faster than the Young Palace Master just before; as the Dragon King was about to land, he embraced him, pulling him from the molten lava and avoiding the flames' corrosion.

Chen Yi He let out a big breath; he had almost made a huge mistake—if the Dragon King had died then, he would spend his whole life living under the shadow of having killed his brother.

However Chen Yi He hadn't yet had a chance to relax, because he noticed the figure was white; in his two years in the martial world he had seen many whites, but only this white was the most unforgettable.

White to the extreme, white to the extent that only that person could have such white—even if Chen Yi He saw only a white back.

"Xu Jia!" Chen Yi He couldn't help but exclaim.

That person was the White-clad Scholar Xu Jia!

Chen Yi He never expected to see Xu Jia here.

In such a chaotic world, Chen Yi He had once thought of Xu Jia, wondering where he was now, whether he had food or shelter, not daring to imagine that Xu Jia might have already met misfortune—but he never expected Xu Jia to be right before his eyes.

Xu Jia turned his head, glancing at Chen Yi He with the corner of his eye, then immediately turned away; his palms pressed against the Dragon King's chest, and a robust true qi flowed from his palms into the Dragon King's body.

When did Xu Jia acquire cultivation? And it is far beyond that of ordinary people!

Being able to rescue the Dragon King in that situation already proves his strength.

Wu Rong and the Young Palace Master stared at Xu Jia in astonishment, feeling very strange; they had never heard of or seen such a person in the martial world.

"Xu Jia? Who is that?" Wu Rong asked the Young Palace Master.

The Young Palace Master shook her head; obviously she didn't know either.

"Such cultivation is no less than the Sixth Heaven!" Wu Rong speculated; a mysterious young man who had never appeared in the martial world, yet as soon as he acted he possessed Sixth Heaven cultivation—how could one not be shocked?

"I remember now—maybe it's Divine Thief Xu Jia… but he doesn't know martial arts, how could he have Sixth Heaven cultivation?" The Young Palace Master, as if opening a dusty memory, suddenly said.

"I've heard that last year there were rumors he stole the Jade Ruyi from Changle Sect, then sold it to Zhang Huayu of the Western Depot; after the incident he was beaten half to death." Wu Rong, although stationed in the remote Purgatory Sect, still had some knowledge of martial world rumors. "It's him, no mistake."

"Xu Jia…" Chen Yi He murmured.

Xu Jia, however, did not turn back; he was focused on prolonging the Dragon King's life.

On the Dragon King's chest was a sword scar that pierced straight through his solid, strong chest; crimson blood mingled with pure white bone, grim and horrifying, truly frightening.

Chen Yi He sensed on Xu Jia's body two familiar auras: the power of Heavenly Dao and sword qi! The present Xu Jia is no longer the Xu Jia who parted in Xiguan City, nor the Xu Jia who was strangled at Changle Sect in Qunshan City.

Only a short year has passed—what on earth happened!

"Xu Jia, is that you?" Chen Yi He asked tentatively, but got no response.

Xu Jia continued to focus on healing the Dragon King's wounds, just as the Young Palace Master healed Xiao Xiao Yu's wounds.

"Brother, is that you?"

Xu Jia staggered; his white back paused, then he replied, "You are not my brother." His words were icy to the extreme, even hiding killing intent.

Chen Yi He limped toward Xu Jia and the Dragon King, laughing loudly, "Hahaha, it really is you!" Whether or not they were brothers, at least they could still survive—what could be more important than seeing a brother live well in this chaotic world?

Just as Chen Yi He approached Xu Jia, suddenly he felt a strong sword qi coming toward him.

Xu Jia waved his hand, catching Chen Yi He off guard.

Chen Yi He was directly flung upward.

"Thud!" after spinning a few times in midair, he finally landed on the ground.

Chen Yi He clutched his chest; there was a very deep wound on his chest, thin and straight, truly as if cut by a sword; he suffered unbearable pain.