Chapter 93: Executing Jue Wushen by Hand

The three of them rested well in the inn for the night, and by noon the next day, the area outside the inn was bustling with noise and the sound of bells and drums.

The three stood by the window watching the movements of the Fist Sect, and before long, a familiar face came into their view; their old acquaintance, the Dao God, appeared.

Now wielding great power, the Dao God was in high spirits, dressed in black, his previously messy beard and hair already neatly groomed.

The Dao God waved his hands, and the group from the Fist Sect followed him as they headed toward the Tianhuang Palace.

Duan Fengyun and the others knew the opportunity had arrived, but for the sake of caution, the three chose to wait a little longer.

By the time evening arrived, estimating that the Emperor's birthday banquet had just about begun, the three walked out of the inn and arrived outside the Fist Sect once again.

Having the experience from the first time, the three entered the Fist Sect quite easily this time and successfully reached the Back Mountain.

At this moment, the guards at the Back Mountain were, just as the three had expected, much more relaxed than they had been two days ago.

The three swaggered and appeared before the guards.

Seeing Duan Fengyun and his companions, the guards drew their blades one after another and looked toward the three, and one of them, who appeared to be the leader of the guards, spoke up:

"Who are you?

The Back Mountain is the Forbidden Land of our Fist Sect; please leave immediately, otherwise, do not blame us for being impolite."

Duan Fengyun and the others ignored his words and continued to walk forward.

Seeing that their polite advice was of no use, the guards charged up with their blades, surrounding Duan Fengyun and the others.

In order to finish the battle quickly, this time Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun did not let Duan Fengyun handle this bunch of small fry alone.

The three drew their weapons simultaneously, and after a flurry of blade light and sword shadows, all the guards fell to the ground.

The three sheathed their weapons and continued to advance toward the Quanfen.

Not long after walking, the three saw a stone tablet with two large characters written on it—Quanfen.

The place they had been searching for so bitterly had finally been reached.

And from within the Quanfen, a voice that the three were incomparably familiar with rang out.

"Dao God, let me out quickly!

Juexin, you unfilial son!

Emperor, you despicable and shameless villain!

Once I get out, I will definitely make you wish you were dead!

Someone come, let this old man out quickly; once I get out, I will surely reward you heavily."

The one making this sound was none other than the target of Duan Fengyun and his companions' journey—Jue Wushen.

Hearing Jue Wushen's wailing, the three couldn't help but laugh; they hadn't expected that the once-rampant Jue Wushen would end up in such a state.

The three of them decided to properly provoke this old friend, and they strolled leisurely into the Quanfen.

Walking into the Quanfen, the three saw a giant fist, and bound to the giant fist was their old acquaintance—Jue Wushen.

Duan Fengyun greeted him enthusiastically:

"Jue Wushen, long time no see; I hope you have been well."

The three carefully observed Jue Wushen and discovered that Jue Wushen had been locked by fist-locks specifically designed for martial artists, which clamped down on the meridians throughout his body that gathered strength, making it impossible for him to ever raise his Qi or exert force again, and then he was bound to the giant fist of the Quanfen.

After his previous outburst of roaring, Jue Wushen was weakly hanging his head, but upon hearing someone speak, he lifted his head full of expectation.

But when he saw the faces of Duan Fengyun and the others, he was stunned, and he asked in shock:

"Duan Fengyun, Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun!

How could it be you!"

Nie Feng stared fixedly at Jue Wushen and said:

"Jue Wushen, my mother accompanied you for so long and even bore you a son.

You were actually so heartless as to kill my mother; I have come this time to take your head to pay tribute to my mother's spirit in heaven."

After hearing Nie Feng's words, Jue Wushen said painfully:

"It is I who failed Yan Ying; it is I who failed her."

Seeing this situation, Duan Fengyun felt that this matter was not that simple, so he asked:

"Jue Wushen, tell us, what exactly happened when you were at the Garrison Line?"

Jue Wushen replied:

"That day, after I, Juexin, the Dao God, Pojun, and Yan Ying left the Wushen Absolute Palace, Pojun said his mission was complete and he would not return to Dongying with us.

So the four of us arrived at the Garrison Line, and while we were preparing to return to Dongying at the Garrison Line, Yan Ying said she did not want to go with us; she wanted to go back to find Nie Feng and his father.

I tried to persuade her in every way, but because of my previous coercion of her, Yan Ying was very disappointed in me.

Just as I was distracted, Juexin suddenly attacked and killed Yan Ying directly; I had no time to save her at all.

And I was coerced by Juexin and the Dao God all the way back to Dongying, and then I was imprisoned here.

Nie Feng, kill me; avenge your mother."

After hearing Jue Wushen's words, Nie Feng was dazed for a moment; he had not expected that the Jue Wushen he had been searching for so bitterly was not the enemy who killed his mother.

The hatred in his heart for Jue Wushen subsided a great deal, and his hand holding the blade loosened significantly.

Seeing this scene, Jue Wushen was rejoicing that he had successfully shifted the blame and even saved his own life.

Once these three and the Dao God and the Emperor were both severely injured, he would go out and clean up the mess, and at that time, this world would still belong to him, Jue Wushen.

Duan Fengyun saw through Jue Wushen's scheme at a glance; he had no intention of letting Jue Wushen go.

Jue Wushen's hands were stained with the blood of so many Zhongyuan compatriots; Duan Fengyun absolutely would not allow Jue Wushen to remain alive in this world.

Duan Fengyun thrust his sword directly into Jue Wushen's chest and said:

"Feng might let you go, but I will not.

Your hands are stained with the blood of so many of my Zhongyuan compatriots; go to hell and repent.

You don't need to be in a hurry; soon your good son and good master will both be down there to keep you company."

Jue Wushen stared fixedly at Duan Fengyun, then closed his eyes in resignation.

Jue Wushen died!

Duan Fengyun walked over to Nie Feng and patted Feng on the shoulder, saying:

"Brother Feng, since we have already arrived in Dongying.

Then we must find the murderer who killed Auntie Nie and take their heads to pay tribute to Auntie Nie's spirit in heaven.

We will accompany you to find Juexin and the Emperor behind him."

Bu Jingyun also walked to Nie Feng's side and said:

"Junior Brother Feng, Junior Brother Duan is right.

Since we have come to Dongying this time, we shall kill to our hearts' content; besides your mother's vengeance, we will also settle the score for our fellow countrymen in Zhongyuan."

Nie Feng looked at Duan Fengyun and Bu Jingyun with emotion.

Duan Fengyun said:

"Let's go, Brother Feng, don't be so wishy-washy."

The three of them walked out of Quanfen, and just as they were preparing to leave the Fist Gate, Duan Fengyun suggested:

"Since we're already here, why don't we make things bigger? Let's set a fire and burn down the Fist Gate, so that the Dao God loses his lair directly and dies of anger."

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun were truly impressed by this black-bellied side of Duan Fengyun; it would have been impossible for the two of them to come up with such a sinister idea.

However, the two of them were very much in agreement with Duan Fengyun's idea, and the three of them ran to three corners of the Fist Gate and each lit a fire.

The weather in Dongying was dry, and soon a raging fire ignited within the Fist Gate.

The three martial brothers left the Fist Gate under the towering flames.