The Swordsman of the Gods

037. Raise your sword and fight me!

Yang Jian came after Wang Xian called him to the mountain area.

“I'm here because I want to meet with Leader Yin. Do you know where he is right now? His Majesty also asked me this.”

“You'll be able to come to my place. Why should we come here? Behind the mountain is the sea, it's still winter. You're not gonna jump to the bottom of the sea to catch fish for the people, are you?” chirping Yang Jian.

Wang Xian looked over. “No. I mean, I'm too lazy to go where you know. I also want to ask you something. It's about Chan'er.”

Yang Jian's eyes widened. Surprised by what Wang Xian was about to talk to her.

“He's long dead. What is discussed?”

“Your Majesty said that my sister died due to an accident behind this mountain. The place where Yin Ao Ran was. But, you do know that he died in his son's hands, right?”

“Yes. The empire has changed completely. I still want the existence of the previous Ming Emperor, where we are only 5 years old. Then you get the award for defeating a lot of bandits who are still hanging around at that time.”

“What are you currently on Emperor Ming's side?” w.a.n.g Xian asked, a slight growl rang out with him grasping the sword with his left hand.

Realizing what Wang Xian was about to do, Yang Jian said, “Do not act foolishly against me, Leader Wang. You just came to your senses after a week of lying on your bed.”

Wang Xian laughed a little and turned to look at him. Swapping at his best friend.

“I asked, are you still on Emperor Ming's side?” Again he asked.

“I am in the midst of you. I don't want this country fucked up anymore. At least I have ren–”

Yang Jian's sentence was cut off, as Wang Xian pushed him back with a single swing of the sword. Wang Xian actually swung the sword, his intention to slash at the friend from his childhood.

“You! What are you doing?!” yang Jian Screeched.

“It's cheating. You shouldn't be in the middle. Are you saying you have a plan? It's bullshit! You must be planning to kill me to keep your family safe, huh?”

Yang Jian stepped back again after Wang Xian swung his sword. His body was really strong, the stamina he had seemed limitless. He had just woken up after a week of lying down.

Not all wounds can be healed in such a short time. Wang Xian had too forced himself to fight Yang Jian with just one hand.

“You're this?! Listen first!”

Yang Jian was reluctant to draw the sword. He also ran up the mountain. He quickly dodged every attack w.a.n.g Xian launched.

The slash he used was not only with an empty sword, he used his profound energy to fight a Yang Jian. The glint from the swing of the sword looked bluish in color. Soft yet terrible.

“Why are you like this, Leader Wang!?”

“Forget our title when fighting seriously. Hey, Yang Jian! Don't you understand why I told you about him being the ruler behind this sea? I want you to kill him!”

“Indeed why did you have to kill him? He came because he wanted to unite the east so that the region was not hit by poverty. And you should know that the land there is partly barren because of civil war, no! Even long before their war happened, the land was already barren! Wouldn't it be better for us to work together?” thought Yang Jian, jumping zigzagously with the help of inner manpower. The faster he went up.

“Because he came, my whole plan was ruined! Should by marrying that princess, I would be able to kill her without any difficulty! Being close to his position would be much easier! You suck!” wang Xian's screams launched a twisting attack, sending the wind crashing toward Yang Jian.

Bruk!

“Do not know what makes me suffer?! This is because you always act rashly!” yang Jian Screeched.

His frustration with Wang Xian was already out of control. Yang Jian pulled the sword from its sheath. Prepare to fight.

“Heh, can't you stand me? You're the one who screwed things up. Including the blind man!”

Srews! Trang!

Sparks of fire appeared the moment after the two attacks combined. His strength made their swords tremble. Yang Jian once again pulled himself up, getting upwards, climbing the mountain until his breathing began to weigh.

The problems that have occurred are already inevitable. That fate was already tied to every human life, including Wang Xian's poor little brother.

She was forcibly married to Emperor Ming Guo's son, because Chan was no longer holy. Her innocent body had been stained by him since before the wedding. That's why, Chan inevitably had to bear it.

Therefore, Chan had to hide the fact that he also loved Yang Jian. He could not say that his body was no longer the same. Fear of being seen as disgusting and other bad things that make him shut up to death.

But, it's too late. For the elder brother and Yang Jian to know this. Even though they don't know the reason now, one thing is certain. They both chose the same path but in different ways.

Overthrowing empire.

Since the arrival of Asyura (Yongchun), Yang Jian changed his gaze and made the blind man also on the same side. Choosing to use someone and willingly if he is used again.

It was different from Wang Xian. Since that day, he no longer believes in anyone including his own family. Afraid that they will lie again, afraid that bad things will happen again because of a lie.

In the end, he planned something alone. But it won't be easy for him. His intention was to kill the Emperor from the inside with a marriage.

But the loss of an opportunity drove Wang Xian insane. Since the war between the rebels in the snowy night at that time, unknowingly the figure of the Devil haunts and seduces him until he uses the Art of Satan to avenge all the deeds of the imperial family.

“Think if you kill Emperor Ming or something! What about the residents! You can be denounced and killed by your own people!”

“If the imperial family does not exist. Then I am the one who should be on that throne!”

It's so easy to think like that.

“There will be people who will consider you Emperor, huh?! Their families are not! Not a relationship either! Think carefully! And listen to what I'm going to say!”

Trang!

Yang Jian's steps were increasingly pushed back, the two swords clashing back in the air.

“Wang Xian!!” Yang Jian's voice roared throughout the entire mountain range.

At first glance, one eye of Wang Xian turned into a jet blackish tinge. Yang Jian had hesitated from the beginning to fight Wang Xian, which was why his sword slipped out of his grasp.

Crash it!

Until Wang Xian's sword-eye scratched his neck deeper.