Chapter 135: Honkai: Star Rail — The Xianzhou General Wouldn't Dream of a Yandere Chapter 132: Xuan Ge: Can't Even Dance Anymore?

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

He has already lost count of how many times the Feather Emperor has reconstituted his flesh body anew.

The courtyard of the General's Mansion was no longer level as it had been at the start; severed limbs and fresh blood covered the ground everywhere.

Viscous blood flowed along the gullies in the ground, giving off a pungent bloody stench.

The Feather Emperor was drenched in blood, his face covered in wounds, yet he still did not retreat.

He was currently engaged in a head-on "real men brawling" with Xuan Ge.

No flashy moves, no weird sneak attacks — only fist colliding with fist, flesh body clashing against flesh body.

Neither dodged, neither evaded; they poured every ounce of strength into smashing toward the other.

The Feather Emperor gritted his teeth, gums bleeding; even though he blocked with all his body's strength, Xuan Ge's incoming fists still carried explosive Qi rings and unstoppable momentum.

Every time he blocked, he was shaken by that terrifying force until his bones cracked and tendons snapped, even killed outright — he could only rely on the power of the Abundance Path to restore his flesh body anew.

"Damn it, how can he be this strong?"

The Feather Emperor's body exploded again, minced flesh spraying; a moment later, it reconstituted once more.

He panted heavily, his heart filled with unwillingness and confusion.

He had clearly already adapted to that terrifying pressure, clearly already gone all out, yet before Xuan Ge he was still fragile beyond measure.

He subconsciously looked around, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

In the courtyard lay countless severed limbs and mangled corpses — all the Bu Li Ren clan leaders and Abundance Path powerhouses he had brought.

They had all been blown to bits by Xuan Ge; not even a shred of remains could be pieced together intact.

Xuan Ge even feared they weren't dead enough; after they died, he still lashed out at those severed limbs in a frenzy of corpse-whipping, his methods cruel to the extreme.

Now he had become a lone army; there was no longer any helper at his side.

If this head-on clash continued, would he really become the first Abundance Emissary in history to be worn down to death...?

He hesitated no longer; behind him six pairs of immaculate white wings suddenly unfurled, a faint holy light rippling over the feathers, like an angel descending.

He wanted to rely on the wings' power to swiftly fall back, open distance, and seek a chance to counterattack.

But the instant he had just spread his wings and his figure prepared to retreat, a cold and powerful hand suddenly seized his ankle.

"Bad!"

The Feather Emperor cursed inwardly, a surge of despair welling in his heart.

How could he be so stupid as to compete on speed with Xuan Ge?

Xuan Ge's speed far surpassed his to begin with; even with his power divided, it was still not something he could match.

Xuan Ge gripped the Feather Emperor's ankle, the corner of his mouth hooking into a cruel and cold smile, the crimson in his eyes growing ever more intense.

He had no extra nonsense; he immediately hauled the Feather Emperor up like a piece of trash and slammed him wildly into the ground again and again.

"Thud—"

A huge boom rang out, the ground shook violently, dust billowed, the Feather Emperor's body smashed hard into the earth, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible, his flesh body exploding once more.

Yet Xuan Ge did not stop; he still hauled the newly reconstituted body and slammed it into the ground over and over.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Booms came continuously, the ground's trembling growing ever more violent; before long a massive pit appeared in the center of the courtyard.

The Feather Emperor soaked in his own blood, his whole body a mangled mess of flesh and blood, his consciousness turning fuzzy and unclear.

In just a dozen or so seconds he had died over a hundred times; each death's pain was clearly branded into the depths of his soul.

He lay limp at the bottom of the blood pit, gazing at the sky, his eyes vacant, smashed into a daze.

Xuan Ge slowly walked to the edge of the blood pit, lowered his head and glanced at the Feather Emperor's right leg that had just been smashed off in his hand.

He casually tossed it away; the severed leg flew out and slammed heavily onto the ground with a dull "thwack."

Then his gaze fell once more on the Feather Emperor in the blood pit, his tone flat yet carrying ultimate mockery:

"Too weak, you... not even as good as Shuhu."

The Feather Emperor slowly came to, laboriously rolling his eyeballs to glance at the three Activated Planets at the sky's edge.

Those three Activated Planets still floated suspended in midair, utterly motionless, as if they truly were merely being restrained by Hei Ta's device.

He did not respond to Xuan Ge's mockery; the corner of his mouth instead hooked into a barely perceptible cold smile.

The timing has arrived!

Xuan Ge did not perceive the strangeness in the Feather Emperor's eyes; he slowly walked into the blood pit.

Bending down, he reached out and clamped his hand around the Feather Emperor's throat, hauling him up from the blood pool.

His palm slowly began to exert force, fingertips continuously tightening, dead-locking the Feather Emperor's throat.

He watched the Feather Emperor's complexion shift from flushed red to gradually turning livid purple, breathing growing ever more difficult, a pained expression emerging on his face.

Yet his own face held not the slightest expression, coldly indifferent like a block of ice.

"Can't even dance anymore? Truly a piece of trash."

Xuan Ge lowered his head, looking at the Feather Emperor, his tone flat as if evaluating an unimportant item.

"Heh~"

The Feather Emperor, throat clamped by Xuan Ge, breathing labored, voice hoarse, still couldn't help laughing; his laughter carried mockery and ridicule.

He lifted his head, painfully looking at Xuan Ge, his eyes full of disdain:

"Harboring your own selfish desires yet claiming to eliminate harm for the people — Xuan Ge, you're truly hypocritical!"

"I can't be bothered to reason with you; you're not worthy of hearing it."

Xuan Ge let out a cold laugh, his tone thick with disdain, and then the force in his palm increased once more.

"Crack—crack—"

From Yu Huang's neck came the clear sound of bone and flesh being crushed, as if his neck would be completely severed in the next second.

"Hehehehe~"

Yu Huang was still laughing; he had originally thought Xuan Ge would at least argue a few sentences, would refute his words.

But unexpectedly, Xuan Ge actually came out with this line — simple, crude, yet carrying an indisputable arrogance.

He truly had no way out; facing such an opponent who didn't play by common sense and possessed terrifying strength, any mockery or refutation appeared pale and powerless.

"Xuan... Ge, look at that..."

Yu Huang's voice became extremely weak, almost inaudible.

He used the last shred of strength to raise his finger, pointing at the Three Activated Planets at the Sky Edge, his eyes hiding a trace of weird amusement.

Xuan Ge naturally knew what Yu Huang was talking about; he frowned, then looked in the direction Yu Huang's finger pointed.

But with just a single glance, his body instantly froze.

An unprecedented agony instantly swept through his whole body, spreading from his brain to his four limbs and hundred bones.

"Pfft—"

Xuan Ge violently spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

Immediately after, his five orifices began to continuously flow with fresh blood; the red blood slid down his cheeks, staining his battle armor red, and also staining Yu Huang's body red.

His brain felt as if it had been forcibly torn apart by something.

The intense pain nearly made him lose consciousness; his mind was in chaos.

Countless images, countless sounds, surged in crazily like a tide, impossible to stop.

"Did you think those Three Activated Planets really only wanted to make the Shen Wu Xian Zhou crash?"

Yu Huang sensed the force of Xuan Ge's grip on his neck weaken slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew even thicker.

He let out a cold laugh, seizing the moment Xuan Ge was distracted by agony, forming his hand into a blade, gathering all his remaining strength, and slashing fiercely at Xuan Ge's right arm.

"Puchi—"

A crisp sound of flesh being cut rang out; Xuan Ge's right arm was severed by Yu Huang in an instant, fresh blood gushing out like a fountain.

"I know, even if three or four Envoys came, it wouldn't be enough for you to beat."

Yu Huang slowly broke free from Xuan Ge's palm, landing at the bottom of the blood pit; he lowered his head, glanced at the severed hand on the ground, his gaze cold, raised his foot, and stomped hard on that severed hand.

"Crack—"

The severed hand was instantly crushed, flesh and blood blurred, completely turning into a pool of meat paste.

Yu Huang slowly stood up, walking slowly around Xuan Ge, his gaze falling on Xuan Ge's face covered in fresh blood, written full of pain.

Xuan Ge stared wide-eyed, blood flowing unceasingly from his five orifices, his body trembling slightly, yet still dead staring at Yu Huang, his eyes full of shock, anger, and unwillingness.

Yu Huang walked before Xuan Ge, extended his left arm, put it around Xuan Ge's shoulder, his right hand lightly lifted Xuan Ge's chin, forcing him to look straight at the Three Activated Planets at the Sky Edge.

"Very beautiful, right?"

Yu Huang's voice carried a few parts weird gentleness, yet also pierced with bone-chilling cold: "This is a gift I meticulously prepared for you."

"Really thought I was Shuhu? Stupid enough to have no chance at all, yet rashly enter the Shen Wu Xian Zhou? Then end up with the same fate as Shuhu?"

His tone carried thick mockery, as if laughing at Xuan Ge's foolishness.

"One who plays with karma must be prepared for karma's backlash."

Yu Huang's voice suddenly turned sharp, his eyes full of madness:

"These Three Activated Planets are your extremely ferocious murder weapon!"

He let go, stepped back one step, pacing while constantly muttering to himself, his tone growing more and more mad:

"I originally didn't want to do this, but my clansmen are all watching behind me; I have reasons I cannot lose!"

"The karma threads of billions upon billions of living beings are entwined on you; that kind of heart-rending pain, the taste isn't pleasant, right!"

Xuan Ge's body instinctively reacted, turning his head extremely stiffly.

His eyes had already been filled with fresh blood, vision blurred, yet still dead staring at Yu Huang, the killing intent in his eyes almost overflowing.

Seeing Xuan Ge still had a reaction, a trace of playful interest flashed in Yu Huang's eyes; he then quickly stepped forward, leaned close to Xuan Ge's ear, and in a voice only the two could hear, said in a low voice:

"Xuan Ge, they're all still alive."

"After all, their only longing is you~"

He paused, his tone carrying ultimate malice and mockery, slowly adding:

"After all, before I blood-refined them, I said a line: General Shen Wei will save you, you must hold on~"

"Hahahahaha!"

Yu Huang violently retreated a step, arms spread wide, laughing long toward the sky; his laughter mad and shrill, echoing in the empty courtyard.

Interwoven with Xuan Ge's suppressed pained groans, it appeared especially weird and terrifying.

Xuan Ge stood in the blood pit, five orifices bleeding, right arm severed, brain in agony, countless karma threads like poisonous snakes entwining his soul, constantly tearing and gnawing.