Chapter 398: The Wu Yu Clan's Final Chapter (9/10, Autumn Subscription)

"Could it be… really Rain-rank?!"

Chen Lao's aura was waning, crumbling, being steadily overwhelmed by the advancing Fang Yue!

He was no longer young; he understood the importance of cherishing his life.

Therefore, he had to be all the more cautious and careful.

"True gold fears no fire—let me put you to the test!"

Narrowing his eyes, Chen Lao clapped his hands together, both now fully restored.

From his shattered hand-bones, slender, razor-sharp bones instantly extended, weaving together as they grew to form a net that swept toward the approaching Fang Yue!

"Ye Ge?!"

"Xiao Ye!"

"Captain Ye!"

The moment everyone saw Chen Lao strike, their faces drained of color and they cried out in unison.

A Rain-rank probe is still the power of Rain-rank!

That single strike from Chen Lao was enough to grind Fang Yue into powder!

However, that was under normal circumstances.

The current Fang Yue possessed the power to resist!

Almost the instant Chen Lao struck, Fang Yue moved.

He moved his lips and uttered a single character.

"Detonate."

Almost the moment Fang Yue's voice fell—

Around Fang Yue, in the void, the Ancient Script character for 'detonate' materialized out of thin air, then faded faintly away.

The next instant…

Boom!!

Violent explosive force erupted with a thunderous blast at the leading edge of the bone net Chen Lao had just sent flying.

The bone net shattered on the spot into a skyful of bone fragments and dust, raining down.

The scene instantly fell deathly silent.

Everyone's eyes went wide as they stared at the sight before them in disbelief.

Chen Lao—a strike from that Rain-rank powerhouse—had been neutralized?

Coming back to their senses, every one of them turned to Fang Yue in astonishment, the pounding of their hearts suddenly surging to its peak.

"Could it be—could Captain Ye really be a Rain-rank powerhouse?! A Rain-rank powerhouse no weaker than Lord Han!"

"Captain Ye! Captain Ye! Captain Ye!"

"Xiao Ye, kill that old bastard! We'll rebuild Gu Yue Cun together!"

Everyone grew excited.

They roared and cheered, yet none of them noticed the Wu Yu Clan members hiding in the rain shelters all around, staring dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before them.

"Elder Chen… failed?!"

"That's Rain-rank Elder Chen!"

"Who exactly is this Yese Liming!"

"He's the one who killed Lord Wangzu! There's definitely something wrong with him!"

Everyone was shocked by Fang Yue's strike.

But compared to the shock of those outsiders, Chen Lao's own feeling was far more direct, far more real.

Almost immediately, the words burst from his mouth!

"Impossible!!"

The power of Ancient Script—that was the power of Ancient Script!!!

While Chen Lao was still reeling in shock…

Boom!!

The two hands he had used to cast the bone-net technique suddenly exploded with a thunderous blast, dissolving into a skyful of bone powder.

His pupils contracting sharply, Chen Lao's hair stood on end as he stared at Fang Yue in the distance in terror.

Primal Ancient Script…

How could it be… how could anyone know such a thing!!

Chen Lao felt as though his scalp was about to blow apart.

His mind was nearly wiped blank.

In his long life, he had never encountered anything so absurd!

A mere youth, a Postnatal Realm martial artist, who actually wielded the power of Ancient Script—and Primal Ancient Script at that!!

"Impossible! This can't be! This can't be!! Who on earth are you!! Yese Liming, which immortal have you descended from!!"

Chen Lao screamed out the words while retreating frantically.

Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat!!

Only retreat! Only retreat!

Ancient Script cannot be reversed, Ancient Script cannot be broken!

The power of Ancient Script was a force he could not withstand!

If he were in his prime, he might still manage a few exchanges, but now he couldn't even take half a move!

Therefore—flee, only flee!

Rain-tier!

Undoubtedly Rain-tier!

Yese Liming is a Rain-tier powerhouse!!

And what's more, the rarest kind of Rain-tier powerhouse, wielding the power of Ancient Words identical to that Lord Mo Qing's — even surpassing it! That was… the power of the Original Ancient Words!

At the thought of this, Chen Lao trembled from skin to bone, his entire body, down to every cell and particle, shuddering!

This was… what kind of immortal iron plate had he kicked! How the hell was this even a person?!

At this very moment, a single thought filled Chen Lao's mind.

Run!

Run far, far away! Run to some place Fang Yue could never find, hide and recover from his wounds!

His gall and liver were already splitting — he dared not linger a moment longer.

A Rain-tier powerhouse who commanded the Original Ancient Words was simply not someone he could afford to provoke!

At this moment, he was completely certain: Fang Yue was a Rain-tier powerhouse. And a small alt of an immortal at that!

Everything now made perfect sense!

Playing pig to eat the tiger — which big shot was playing pig to eat the tiger here?!

Chen Lao fled very fast.

Beneath flickering thunder, amid falling Night Rain, he transformed into a black wind.

Yet at this very moment, had he but glanced back at Fang Yue even once, he surely would have frozen in place and meekly awaited death.

Because, at this very moment, beside Fang Yue, that Ancient Word 'Explode' still faintly lingered at his side!

Watching Chen Lao soar high into the night rain and flee into the distance, Fang Yue, neither sorrowful nor joyful, slowly activated the power of the parchment.

Explode.

Almost the instant Fang Yue's lips silently parted and closed.

Boom!!!

Amid thunder, beneath Night Rain, the black wind that Chen Lao had become exploded with a roar, scattering into a skyful of Bone Powder that drifted down.

Chen Lao was dead!

Dead by Fang Yue's hand! Dead by… the parchment's hand!

【Heh… heh… heh! A cut… a… cut!】

The parchment, like a voice cut short after overdrawing its strength, surfaced in broken, joyful text within Fang Yue's mind — but Fang Yue could spare it no attention.

Because he felt his head splitting with pain, a piercing, bone-corroding agony! A pain that bored into his very marrow!

Pain pain pain pain pain pain!

His head ached as if about to burst.

If someone handed Fang Yue a blade right now, he would even want to cleave open his own skull, pull out every component inside his brain, and crush them all!

Too painful, far too painful!!

Fang Yue was in so much pain he nearly lost consciousness — and at that moment, the dense swarm of Wu Yu tribe grotesques all rose into the air, fleeing in terror through the Night Rain in every direction.

They had all personally witnessed Fang Yue's feat of slaying Chen Lao.

They had all seen Fang Yue's terrifying strength.

First he slew the royal-blooded Ma Ling'er, then he slew the Rain-tier Elder Chen Lao!

This Yese Liming — how utterly terrifying!!

Not a single Wu Yu tribe creature dared linger nearby; they all fled madly outward, terrified that Fang Yue might accidentally let slip another word and wipe them all out on the spot!

Too terrifying! Too terrifying!

Even the Rain-tier Elder Chen Lao couldn't withstand Fang Yue's attack — what could these worthless bone kites possibly do, what could they possibly do!

Of course, flee for their lives at once, and then spread the news back inside the Wu Yu tribe!

The Wu Yu tribe came swiftly, and departed swiftly as well.

No one had expected that the grand, imposing Wu Yu tribe sweep of vengeance would come to an end at this little village of Gu Yue Cun.

Watching the retreating figures of those Wu Yu tribe creatures, everyone in Gu Yue Cun breathed a great sigh of relief.

Finally finished writing this segment of the plot — wasn't easy. When I started the book, it was this very plot segment I had in mind; the rest of the settings were only fleshed out afterward to support it.

(End of Chapter)