The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 159 - The Father of the God of Destruction
Blood flowed from his forehead until it entered the young man's eyes, as he raised his face and gazed towards the opponent, the figure froze. Although only looking at the two eyeballs through the mask hole but it felt a huge pressure from his body. It was much different from the previous one and it made it feel like it was threatened.
Xue Zhan slightly lowered his head. Then in a second later the spit of dahysat occurs.
Waves of huge wind appeared around his body, Xue Zhan gathered all of his strength on the palm in such a fast and difficult time for opponents to follow.
"Signor of the God of Destruction!"
The 99th movement of the hundred basic movements of the Thousand Tree Mountain made everyone shocked instead of playing, even a Sacred Sword like a Dragon Warrior was stunned to find the deadly attack flashed across the area it guarded. It is full of energy and is a high level technique that not everyone can master.
The strike hit the demon mask with a bang. The Destroying God's Tread flew at him from the front and condensed his body so hard on the wall of a huge tower. Almost everyone was stunned when they saw the huge wind print a gigantic palm on the tower wall.
"W-what's that? Very frightening power ..."
"Bu-isn't that one of the last techniques of the 100 basic movements of the Thousand Tree Mountain School? How is it possible ... The school has been down for 20 years!"
"He's not kidding, is he? Perhaps he was an elder from the Thousand Tree Mountain School who had been resurrected. Seeing his strength to this magnitude ... "
One by one the guesses floated incessantly. They were already in a safe situation after the Sacred Sword intervened and now left only the rest of the fight. The only enemy left was the Demon Mask alone. The Holy Sword began to approach to see who the hero was fighting against the enemy alone.
The Sacred Swords stared at each other. None of them knew the young man with the white mask. Even after recognizing the power within his body though, they still could not guess who the figure was. Xue Zhan suddenly disappeared from where he was standing. He appeared before the demon mask.
The young man pulled the collar of the opponent's robe.
"Who are you really? Why are you doing all this? What are you guys really after?!"
"I? I did all this?" A moment of laughter sounded. "I'm just following orders from superiors. Why do all this? Are not all humans the same? Revenge to appease the hatred in his heart? Don't pretend to be holy, I'm sure you've thought the same as me. Revenge for all the injustice you feel."
He parried Xue Zhan's hand and walked before the Sacred Swords.
"You call yourself the enforcer of justice? Weepy! Golden-robed beast, savage who pretends to have manners! It's not better that you take off those robes and titles and go into the woods, hunt and kill each other in the jungle. Take out your true nature, don't hold back, hahahah!"
"You-you!" exclaiming the Red Jungle while pointing at the demon mask furiously, he was the seventh Holy Sword.
Xue Zhan remained unconcerned, he had killed people who were not involved at all in all of this, hence there was no forgiveness for him. One fist smashed into the mask of the young man, Xue Zhan unleashed a second, third and all the way to the fourth. He's not fighting.
"If you hate one person, don't put another hundred into your personal vendetta!" xue Zhan's jolt, still punching the demon mask that started cracking on the sidelines.
"I hate everything in this world! What do you care?! They took away a lot of things I had. Do you know what I feel? Why are you so annoying like you know everything I've been through? Just die there!"
One subsequent fist made the young man lie on the ground, Xue Zhan sat on his chest and was more free to finish off the person.
"If there's someone to blame it's you who's useless, why can't you protect him alone and instead whine in fear when danger takes it from you? Blame your weak self, baj*ngan!!"
The shout became a spectacle of everyone who witnessed the quarrel of the two. Xiang Yi Bai was also among that audience. Seeing his disciple shouting like never before, he completely vented his anger. Xue Zhan was not yelling at his enemy but at himself. All of those words were words that he always repeated to himself.
"You ..." The voice of the demon mask changed. "... Reminds me of someone ..."
The last fist managed to crack the side of the demon mask, Xue Zhan saw an earring hanging on the young man's ear. Diamond-clear and brightly glowing earrings with a very beautiful reflection. He was silent for a few seconds.
"That word ...?"
Being so shocked that Xue Zhan lost his words, at the same time the Sacred Sword came forward and started to unleash various attacks to capture the young man. The only source of information they can match to get an explanation for all the attacks tonight.
Of course the attack on the night of the Wind Goddess Birth Festival was the most fatal incident that had occurred in Diqiu Empire in the past 10 years.Hundreds of lives were lost and dozens of buildings were destroyed in flames. This enormous loss will be a conversation all over.
Again the Red Fangs showed their fangs after a long time of no movement, judging from the masks of the undead, they were all wearing red cross masks. It's clear who did it. But more accurate information is needed. But admittedly, coming alone with only 200 troops was a crazy act, the identity of the demon mask needed to be revealed. It was possible that he was one of the higher-ups of the Red Taring.
Threats from various sides make the mask of the devil threatened and immediately take action. He couldn't possibly escape from the eight Sacred Swords at once.
In a state full of wounds the demon mask escaped.
The Sacred Swords chased after that person, he passed by just next to Xue Zhan who was just speechless.
Whereas back then the Holy Sword had hoped that Xue Zhan would catch the enemy, but what he had instead done was to let him go. It had made others surprised and inevitably pursue the enemy who had gone away.
Xiang Yi Bai approached towards Xue Zhan while thrusting out a paper containing peas.
"Oh, so dazed. What trance did you have to be so silent?"
Xue Zhan turned towards him slowly. "I know him very closely."
"Oh! It's a symptom of illness!" He patted his student's shoulder until it almost toppled over.
"W-what? A disease? So, I guess I'm wrong?"
"I've lived for centuries, you idiot. You want to know what your disease is called?"
Xue Zhan looked seriously responding to him.
"Please tell me, Master."
"The disease is so close!"
Xiang Yi Bai almost chuckled to see his student's nostrils deflating. "Oi, oi, control your nose. They seem to be coming out to slap me. Haha. Boy, kid. The fight was quite entertaining. Why'd you let go? Behold, the Holy Swords will soon nag you."
Xue Zhan turned around and realized Xiang Yi Bai's words were correct.