The Swordsman of the Gods

026. The Rebels Appear Part III

The conversation under the snowy moon was certain to be real. However, Yongchun had not said anything yet. He fell silent as he thought about what was the benefit for Zhao Yun to cooperate with him.

“Wait until this is really over, Wang Yongchun.”

The two split in different directions. Put down all the rebels to help the other warriors. Before long he thought their numbers were dwindling, but there came a report that other rebels had emerged from the far north. It is located near the Wulan Palace.

They were definitely targeting the Emperor. All the cult leaders immediately headed towards the Palace. Not with Yongchun, he remained standing in his position.

Clack!

The north of the middle, close to the Wang residence was gradually deserted. He exhaled coldly as he again sheathed his sword. Seeing the dimming moon, one appeared with an inexplicable aura.

The man had a rogue face, his aura mixed with the nature of virtue and evil. Uncertain, even the movement of the emotions that were thrown was as if burning like a huge fire.

“I'm sure at Wulan Palace is just as messy. It would be best if the Emperor died quickly, but it couldn't have been easy. After all there are still many warriors who are loyal to the empire,” Yongchun.

The man walked alone then stared sinisterly at Yongchun. He was silent for a moment, then darted towards him with a deep energy that strengthened each limb.

Focused one way, re-raised the sword and faced it head on. Yongchun shortened the distance.

“Do you lead them?” yongchun asked as he held back the sword with his sword.

“What did I tell you? Who are you anyway?” Not answering, this man turned around to ask.

Trang!

The two swords combined. What was different was that Yongchun did not use his inner power. He parried and turned around attacking with just an empty sword.

The profound energy mixed into one, swinging the swords from various sides and continuing to make Yongchun pushed back by dragging his steps slowly.

The piled snow was easily removed with a swing of the power-clad sword in the blackness. This causes the wind to reverse from the actual direction.

The man's breath was getting weaker, panting but presumably still ready to fight. Yongchun leapt back to keep his distance, then pulled the other sword.

From behind his back, he twisted the wrist that was now tightly grasping both of his swords. In one swing forward, making the snow around plunge and become snowy fog.

No one understands but the man who is now being attacked by Yongchun. That in the snowy fog was a threat to him. It made his eyesight fade, his body froze as soon as it hit him.

“I fight you with an empty sword only. Are you still unable to fight me? If yes then lie there, so that I take care of this properly.”

One of the swords he held. Yongchun came over after the fog fell back to the ground. Approaching the man who was lying frozen but the aura of virtue and evil was increasingly tempestuous and almost made Yongchun hallucinate.

For a second, the snowstorm began to subside. But the snowflakes or snowflakes still fall.

“Surely snow will make you cold even if you are wearing warm and thick clothes at this time. Especially if the snow is piled when the storm comes. But, I have no intention of killing you,” Yongchun said.

“Must be with an empty sword! Energy in what do you have?” ask the man angrily.

His body was still trembling as the snow made him freeze. The coldness would strike if he moved once more, but great determination could not be compared. This man was able to lift up then swing his sword once more.

“I attack for justice in this land!” his exclamation then pierced Yongchun's body.

A long sword that pierced through his skin, bones or flesh. Blood flowed profusely into the blade of the sword all the way to his finger. Yongchun's reaction changed when the aura tried to kill him, not from the man's attack.

No other noise bothers. Only silence, voidness, and hatred Yongchun felt from him.

This man's breathing grew heavier, his hands and entire body continued to tremble. Not fear but the inner energy he had was getting weaker. The pain when the cold penetrated inside also made him numb.

But something kept him alive.

Mysteries.

“You are who exactly?” From various words, this was all he had thrown at her. Yongchun asked and made him flinch.

Drooping, collapsing leaving a trail.

Maidservant! One punch he withered into the man's face while shouting, “Who told you to die?! Quickly wake up!” Yongchun then pulled out his collar.

“You ...to-why still hi-life ..with wound ..it?” The sentence stammered, it seemed he tried hard to return the blow but was unable to. His body was completely unable to move.

Tucked into something the words Yongchun was able to comprehend, "The Eye of the Gods", with a wistful gaze and a beating heart slowly.

Yongchun knew his condition was this severe, he dragged his body somewhere and kept him warm. The aura he possessed still felt so strong, and there were countless questions he was about to ask this man.

“You must stay awake for me! Our territory ..our country is the one that bets. Don't die just because of me! Please live!”

Both eyes blinked. Another figure has come, is the Leader of Wang. Come and bring the man's body into his residence and give the fireplace to warm again.

“I still need this guy. About why, huh? Is there something familiar for you, Yongchun?” thought Wang Xian.

Yongchun's hands started shaking. The other figure who inhabits the man is what makes him this way. That silence, emptiness, and hatred did not come from him either.

There is something more than that.

“This ..”

Cannot be explained because of what. As Yongchun rubbed his face, his two eyes bled out and never stopped flowing until they welled up below.

“Not a wound from Leader Yin. Is this possible from ..”

“I grant your request to keep this man alive, Yongchun. Don't know why your body shakes when you're near it? This is not love but the same suffering. God's cursed eyes, this is all your fault.”

Leader Wang who understood everything then Yongchun is now on the verge of dying.

Crick...

Half the wood was already on fire, as well as the blood stopped flowing.

***

The northern end was completed by the Cult Leaders.

“We can hear from Leader Wang, one of the rebels who has demonic arts has been caught and they are currently in Wang's residence. Let's hurry up!” yang Jian said.