Chapter 1772

When~

Suddenly, a metallic clash rang out, and a figure blocked the path before Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang looked closely and saw that it was his second uncle, Zhao Wuji, standing before him. At the same time, Zhao Wuji held a large green sword in his hand—the Green Cloud Sword! "Second Uncle!" Zhao Yang cried out in shock; he never expected his second uncle to arrive so timely.

"Yang'er, are you alright?" Zhao Wuji asked with concern.

Zhao Yang shook his head and said weakly, "Second Uncle, I am fine; you must be careful."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, then turned his gaze toward Li Donglai and said coldly, "Li Donglai, I knew long ago you had ill intentions. Fortunately, I arrived in time; otherwise, my nephew would have been in danger."

"Zhao Wuji, do not meddle in matters that do not concern you, or I will kill you as well," Li Donglai said viciously.

"If only you had the ability," Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, then waved the Green Cloud Sword in his hand, and the sound of a sword's cry instantly rang out.

"Green Cloud Sword Art—Clouds Scatter, Wind Clears!" Zhao Wuji roared, and the Green Cloud Sword in his hand instantly erupted with terrifying sword qi.

Li Donglai's face changed drastically; he discovered in horror that Zhao Wuji's strength was no less than his own.

"Green Cloud Sword Art—Clouds Scatter, Wind Clears!" Zhao Wuji shouted again, and the Green Cloud Sword in his hand instantly slashed through the void, emitting a terrifying sound of breaking the air.

Li Donglai was greatly startled; he knew this sword strike could not be blocked under any circumstances.

"Get lost!" Li Donglai roared, then his true energy surged wildly from within his body, forming layers of qi walls to protect himself.

When~

The metallic clash rang out as Zhao Wuji's sword qi instantly struck the qi wall before Li Donglai. Li Donglai felt a surge of blood and qi in his chest, yet this strike did not push him back.

"Die!" Li Donglai, furious with shame, roared, and his figure instantly charged forward while he raised the large blade in his hand high above.

Zhao Wuji's face turned solemn; he knew this blade could not be blocked under any circumstances. Yet, he did not retreat; instead, he exerted all his strength to strike a sword blow.

"Green Cloud Sword Art—Clouds Scatter, Wind Clears!" Zhao Wuji shouted again, and the Green Cloud Sword in his hand instantly slashed through the void.

Li Donglai's eyes narrowed; he discovered in horror that he could not lock onto Zhao Wuji at all. In the next moment, several blood marks appeared on his body.

"Ah!" Li Donglai let out a wretched cry, and his figure exploded backward. At the same time, his true energy surged wildly from within his body, forming layers of qi walls to protect himself.

Zhao Wuji did not pursue; he knew his strength was inferior to the opponent's. That strike had already consumed most of his true energy and primal energy. Li Donglai retreated several steps, his eyes filled with terror. He never expected Zhao Wuji's strength to be so powerful.

"Second Uncle, are you alright?" Zhao Yang rose from the ground and asked with some concern.

Zhao Wuji shook his head and said, "I am fine. Li Donglai is injured; now is our chance. We must take this opportunity to capture him."

Zhao Yang nodded, gripped the long sword in his hand tightly, and stood up again.

Li Donglai lay on the ground, his mouth full of blood. His face was pale, and his body trembled continuously. He never expected his plan to fail.

"I will not let you go," Li Donglai said through gritted teeth.

Zhao Wuji sneered coldly and walked to Li Donglai's side. He stepped on Li Donglai's chest with one foot and said, "Li Donglai, do you think I will give you a chance? I will not allow you the opportunity to seek revenge."

Li Donglai's eyes widened; he never expected Zhao Wuji to be so ruthless. He roared, and his true energy instantly surged wildly from within his body, attempting to struggle up.

Zhao Wuji showed no mercy at all; he knew such a person would never repent. He held the Green Cloud Sword and, without hesitation, slashed down at Li Donglai.

"Green Cloud Sword Art—Clouds Scatter, Wind Clears!" Zhao Wuji shouted again, his eyes filled with determination.

As the sword qi slashed down, Li Donglai's body was instantly split in two. Blood sprayed high into the air, and Zhao Wuji's clothes were all stained red.

"Second Uncle, doing this..." Zhao Yang said with some reluctance.

Zhao Wuji did not speak; he simply stood there silently. His heart was also pondering something, but the answer was not easily reached.

After a long while, Zhao Wuji slowly spoke: "Yang'er, this is his fate. If he could truly repent and change, we could still give him a chance. But if he continues to commit evil deeds, then do not blame us."

Zhao Yang nodded silently; he understood his second uncle's meaning. Although doing this was somewhat cruel, for self-preservation, they had to do so.

They did not linger there long and soon left the place. Although many bloodstains remained, as long as they did not speak, no one would know what happened here.

After returning home, Zhao Yang locked himself in his room and began to cultivate. He knew his strength was far from sufficient; he must work even harder to become stronger.

This battle gave him many lessons and also made him understand many things. On the path of the martial artist, one must constantly grow stronger to remain undefeated. At the same time, he also understood a principle: one must be decisive and ruthless in action and cannot be soft-hearted or merciful.

Days passed, and Zhao Yang's strength gradually recovered. His cultivation had reached the peak of the early stage of the Muscle-Tendon Refining Realm, and he might break through to the mid-stage at any moment.

During this period, he and his second uncle were constantly hunting demonic beasts and gathering medicinal herbs, accumulating wealth. They knew only this way could they buy more pills and magical artifacts to enhance their strength and status.

On this day, they arrived at a small town. It was a very lively place where people often conducted transactions and exchanges. Zhao Yang and Zhao Wuji prepared to sell some items here, such as the corpses of demonic beasts and medicinal herbs.