The Swordsman of the Gods

079. Demonic Incitement

The presence of Yongchun made the entire courtyard become silent instantly. No exception with the remaining 7 heavenly cult leaders, they simultaneously looked up and saw the head which then fell down and rolled towards them.

Emperor Ming was dropped! No, killed! Without the slightest mercy. Yongchun's face turned into a little bit of a shoe even though he was currently trying to smile.

Relia, Nia and Bing He, the three of them also felt the air of their King's existence again. They ran in pursuit of where the existence was. After arriving at the open gate, the palace courtyard was filled with many people by staring straight and bending their knees simultaneously.

Bruk!! Followed by the three of them. But not with Xie Xie and Wang Xian. They remained standing firmly and the look in his eyes pointed directly at a Yongchun.

Cold sweat began to pour out profusely. The daughters of Emperor Ming were covered in tears. Their heads bowed as if paying respect to the warrior figure.

Do not stop crying those who whine inwardly to let them stay alive. Especially the Imperial guards who were not at all wrinkled. Silence with the great pressure from him.

Yongchun swung his sword and the blood on the sword splashed onto the floor. Without sheathing his sword, Yongchun then reached out his left hand to help Yu Jie get up.

“Tuan ..you helped me,” Yu Jie said moved while receiving a helping hand.

“I told you, I'll help you if you need help,” she replied coldly.

Yu Jie's clothes were also hit by a bloodbath when after Emperor Ming's head was cut off, the body fell down, draining a lot of blood.

Though the time is very short but somehow those who are currently on their knees feel the time seems extended. Even the fall of Emperor Ming seemed to slow down as if they had to watch him with sad cries for the residents and happy cries for the rebels.

Emotions are mixed into one. Yongchun's gaze was too much to look at. Especially the flame that seemed to burn both of his eyes. The black flames moved as the night wind whipped west.

Taps! Taps!

A few steps as he led Yu Jie towards his two brothers.

“What will you do?” yu Jie asked with anxious feelings.

“What are your two brothers also bothering you?” Not answering Yongchun asked him.

“They, my brothers always scolded me. Every time they also continue to bother me. I'm sick of it,” he said with full honesty.

“Hey, what did you just say?!” His older brother shouted furiously.

“Hey, shh ..don't.” But the second brother hinted with a finger sign to be quiet.

It seems that second brother knows that Yongchun's figure can no longer be considered easy anymore. They might die if they suddenly spoke, that was how he felt.

Yu Jie took off the hand from Yongchun. Then put the hand to the chest. While thinking something with a restless face mixed with fear.

“So, what do you want to do? Princess Yu Jie ..” Yongchun spoke again.

“I will forgive them,” he said gently.

“Really?” He asked back in disbelief.

Then the two Yu Jie sisters were happy when they heard it. This time they escaped, a thought similar to that.

Yu Jie flinched then took a few steps back. He hesitated about his decision but did not know what to do with the two brothers who tried to kill him.

Yongchun then reached into the clothes of one of the men there, he found a dagger that looked still good and never worn before.

Yongchun pulled out Yu Jie's right hand then handed the dagger to the open palm.

“Just forgiving won't deter them. Well, what are you going to do with this dagger?” he grimaced with excitement.

Yu Jie's mind was easy to guess. From the beginning he was indeed very weak but that did not mean there was no chance for him to take revenge. Yongchun handed over the dagger as a sign that Yu Jie had to injure or kill before being killed by them in front of him.

Yongchun was extremely cunning, utilizing that weak heart to incite him deeper.

“They deserve to die!” yu Jie firmly grasped tightly onto the dagger.

Closer then whispered softly in his ear, “True. People like them. Always stepping on weakness is the worst human being ever on the face of this earth!” his chirps again incited the grudge that was deep in Yu Jie's heart.

Taps! Wang Xian came over, patted Yu Jie on the shoulder and made her come to a realization.

“Do not until Princess Yu Jie is instigated by the words of a demon,” Wang Xian said and turned to look at Yongchun with emotion.

Then pulling the sword, just before attacking, Wang Xian told Yu Jie to leave while he could. Because the fight under the bloody lantern is still not over.

The cwak! The sword swing like a whip hit hard and pushed Yongchun back so far.

His steps dragged, now still able to stand. He slightly bent his body and lunged at it with a single sword swing many times.

The fight feels thrilling, especially for everyone who is watching and can only stay there. No one is bothering them.

The two swords clashed until they held each other's blades together. Equally strong, Wang Xian barely matched Yongchun's strength.

The energy in those who are opposites is now increasingly released often time. The straight sword was fed by the force of the wind thrust, once again making Yongchun pushed back.

It didn't take long for him to align the attacks. After he drew the second sword, w.a.n.g Xian looked surprised. His steps became extremely fast from before, crossing those arms and sword blades managed to scratch Wang Xian's body mercilessly.

Without giving him a breath, Yongchun changed his fighting position and the way he grasped the sword. Right at the end, it felt the blade of the sword growing elongated.

The drap! Urged, Wang Xian jumped back but the black flames were now burning and continued to radiate towards him until the force pierced his left chest.

“Hahh ..This night is very cold,” Yongchun murmured up into the sky. He re-shed one of his swords.

“He's completely different. Was it just me who felt that he was still not seriously attacking me?” thought Wang Xian with a slightly downed body.

The blood flowing from all of his wounds was instantly covered as the profound energy enveloped his body well. Slowly all the wounds recovered and left only scars.

Yongchun turned his head, looking at Wang Xian who had the highest emotions out of so many people. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face sweaty.

“What because I just came out of hell, huh? I feel cold but my sweat keeps flowing.”