XIAO SHUXIANG'S

489 - Battle of III [Revised]

Actually when Xiao Shuxiang was in the Demon World, Ling Lang Tian who was the older brother of his White Cat was fighting fiercely with Miao Gang.

The woman who always hugged a cloth doll and never stopped shedding tears was Qian Kun's accomplice as well as a cultivator who was more focused in long-range assault techniques.

Miao Gang had always moved from the roof of one building to the roof of another building so that his enemy could not trace his position. He also had a strong defense and could indeed make Ling Lang Tian miserable.

He who controlled his red threads where it wrapped around several cultivators including Ling Lang Tian's juniors, controlled them to attack his own comrades.

"I've asked you many times and this is the last one. What exactly do you want with this mess?" Ling Lang Tian said, the look in his eyes was like an extremely cold iceberg. One could feel a piercing coldness if one looked into those eyes.

"I... No reason to tell you everything. That's probably gonna be.. The saddest story that makes you want to cry... I'm sad..."

Ling Lang Tian wielded his powerful blunt-bladed sword. The woman before him never stopped shedding tears, the voice he heard was hoarse and barely sounded well.

"Still not giving me an answer. Then I don't need you." Ling Lang Tian darted, he was completely unaffected by the tears that the woman had shed.

!!

Miao Gang did not move in place, a smile even appeared on his lips. "This is going to be... The most beautiful death made me want to cry,"

The sound of Ling Lang Tian's sword swinging strongly broke the air so loudly. He nearly slashed the neck of Miao Gang, but his sword blade was parried by the hand of the cloth puppet that the woman was hugging.

!!

Ling Lang Tian leaped back, his face still without expression, but the look in his eyes revealed shock. The strange doll floated on its own and even appeared to be alive.

!!

It was a rag doll that was dressed in girls clothes. It had a horrible face and a big smile. Ling Lang Tian could even feel a dark aura coming out of the puppet.

Miao Gang gently rubbed his puppet head and said slowly, "Go... You're not here for him..."

Ling Lang Tian heard him and immediately threw out a few attacks. He felt that the rag doll would be a source of great chaos, although his thinking was not entirely wrong.

!!

Unfortunately, Ling Lang Tian's honest attack could blow up two buildings at once it was deflected easily by Miao Gang. The woman used only one hand.

The cloth puppet Miao Gang suddenly let out a terrible laugh. The eyes made of knitted red thread were moving and like looking at Ling Lang Tian, he laughed at the man before disappearing.

The departure of his puppet made the look on Miao Gang's face deteriorate. She seemed to have just given up something precious of hers to leave. He also shed tears again.

"Young Master Ling, I'll tell you something..." Miao Gang looked at Ling Lang Tian and slowly saw cracks on his face.

"... You can't kill me. But he asked me to die in your hands and I had to obey."

!!

Ling Lang Tian frowned, he was astonished by the woman before him. But had not had time to ask, his opponent had suddenly disappeared.

!!

Miao Gang appeared before Ling Lang Tian with the face of a ferocious beast. His whole body changed. She was like a lioness, but with bat wings.

"So this is your true form?"

"No. You'll die if you look at my true appearance,"

"Then try to show it. I want to see what you are." Ling Lang Tian rubbed his blunt sword blade. The reflection of his handsome face was visible on the blade of the sword. The mark on his forehead began to glow.

The monster he fought did not have a large size, clearly like a lion in general, only had a pair of wings. Nevertheless, the aura pressed out from his body and it made the monster appear extremely dangerous.

!!

The lion flapped its wings along with Ling Lang Tian who darted.

Arriving in the middle, the lion was spitting fire on his mouth and this was difficult to avoid by his opponent.

!!

Ling Lang Tian was surprised, yet he had completely prepared with all the possibilities available. He could quickly form a protective seal that was so powerful that the attacks from the monster did not touch him in the slightest.

OH, BAAAAM..!!

The attack did not hit Ling Lang Tian, but instead hit the building and some trees that instantly made him explode. Their looks were like buildings and trees that had just been hit by a huge lava ball.

!!

Ling Lang Tian's gaze displayed an indisputable fury. The distance of the attack just now was quite far and the fact that made the hand of Big Brother Ling Qing Zhu tremble so angry was that there was a building that was a refuge for the townspeople and wounded warriors.

"You..."

"Protect yourself.. But you've made a lot of people lose their lives. You make me so sad.."

Miao Gang had no reason to protect every single life in this place, so naturally he did not hold back his attack. His actions were obviously very much different from Ling Lang Tian.

Thin smoke began to envelop the monster and in an instant she transformed back into a beautiful woman dressed in all red.

"I saw... Is this your first failure?" Miao Gang was already behind Ling Lang Tian and leaned on the man's shoulder.

"Young Master Ling, you have a lot of things you want to protect. While not with me. It's also a difference... Why was the villain always stronger," Miao Gang smiled, his body slowly disappearing and now it was right in front of Ling Lang Tian.

"......"

"You are still silent, Young Master Ling.."

"Who are you really?"

"Hm, that's the question you should ask first..."

Ling Lang Tian's facial expression still showed calmness, but not at the pounding of his heart. As Miao Gang leaned against his shoulders-he instantly knew this woman had never lived. Miao Gang was just a spirit.

It was only fitting that the woman said that Ling Lang Tian would not be able to kill him. He was nothing more than a spirit that was indeed impossible to kill with indiscriminate techniques.

"You still want to fight, Young Master Ling?"

!?

Miao Gang looked down. He saw his stomach being pierced by Ling Lang Tian's sword and made his tears drip out. In a soft voice, Miao Gang said this was useless.

"I don't know who you are and don't want to know.." Ling Lang Tian looked at the woman before him and moved his sword deeper. ".. You may no longer be alive, but your presence is not desirable in this place. And why are you saying, I can't kill you?"

Ling Lang Tian was indeed not a person who liked to talk too much either. And this possibility was a pretty long speech he uttered.

Ling Lang Tian's movements looked like he was about to hug Miao Gang, but the truth was that he used his left hand to hold the sword blade that was still stuck in the woman's body.

He drew his sword along with his injured left hand. Ling Lang Tian's blood on the blade passed through Miao Gang's stomach and made the woman flinch.

!!

"Aahs... Apparently there's this way..." Miao Gang was still smiling despite the blood on the side of his lips.

"Spirit actually had no blood, and their bodies could not possibly be killed in the usual way. You're approaching, which means you're underestimating me."

"No.. I'm making it easier for you.."

!!

"You..!"

There had never been an enemy who said that even with a single smile on his lips at Ling Lang Tian. That big brother of Ling Qing Zhu did not know the mind path of a being like Miao Gang. The woman was strong, but gave her life.

"Young Master Ling, spirits do not have blood. But you used your blood to complete me. It's a beautiful death that makes me cry..."

!

Ling Lang Tian looked at Miao Gang's body which slowly faded away and finally disappeared. He thought the woman might appear again, but apparently did not. He really still did not understand what the woman and the Blood Scarlet were really after.

Honestly, a person like Miao Gang could easily defeat him and create a bigger mess than this. But why did the woman choose to die in a way that was not even at all sad.

"......"

This was the first time in his life, Ling Lang Tian felt uneasy about his fight. He had already faced many enemies, they were killed with separate heads in his hands, but for this one.. It felt like the death of Miao Gang was a bit awkward.

"......"

And beside that.. A single strike from his enemy had left a deep wound, right in his heart.

If Ling Lang Tian's fight left a question as well as a sense of tightness in his chest, then it was not so with the fight experienced by the Mad Beggar Boy.

OH, BAAAAM..!!

The young man struck a tree that was immediately broken and fell. He felt pain in his back and it was like his bones were being crushed.

!?

Haven't had time to take a breath, a lesion leads to him and this time it's inevitable. The Mad Beggar Boy just closed his eyes firmly while tightly hugging his bamboo staff.

BLAAAR..!!

His eardrums were like exploding upon hearing that loud voice. The Mad Beggar Boy thought he was dead split apart, but somehow he did not feel any pain, when now he could no longer hear the pounding of his heart.

The eyes of the Mad Beggar Boy began to open, his right ear feeling hot. He hesitantly turned to the side and was very surprised to see the ground by his ear split open and left a deep hole.

!!

It was indescribable how the expression of the Mad Beggar Boy was now, but he was completely shocked. It's lucky he's alive right now.

A woman's steps are heard, seen from under-she has smooth skin with clothes that have a hemisphere on her thighs.

The slightly wavy-haired lady looked beautiful, but the expression she displayed at the moment was not in good shape. There was a glint of anger on his gaze those eyes.

["One hundred years... I waited for you for a hundred years. And then I heard the news of your death... But now you appear in front of me and your own wife as a stranger?!"] The woman's right hand moved, opening her red fan which instantly emitted a powerful suppressing aura.

Crazy Beggar Boy trying to wake up. His face was pale and his breathing was wheezing, he looked at the woman who kept walking towards him.

["Honey Blood Miss. There are some things wrong with your words. Two... Three... Wait for. 40 Years! I just faked my death 40 years ago. Why can you wait for a hundred years?! Isn't that a bit overrated. And... And also. Y-when are we getting married?! I don't remember ever marrying you. Anyways... I don't like girls anyway."]

["Liar!!"]

!!

The Crazy Beggar Boy goosebumps as five consecutive attacks lead to him. He also repelled three attacks, while the remaining two tried to avoid him with all his might.

OH, BAAAAM..!!

"Not sane. Is that woman trying to kill me?" The Crazy Beggar Boy had already been enduring the pain and now his body was even more sick.

The opponent he was facing was the Honey Blood Miss, the woman he actually did not want to meet the most. Honestly, the Mad Beggar Boy had a complicated past with that woman, and naturally did not want her to remember anymore.

["I'm waiting for you! It may be for you only forty years, but what I feel when you don't exist is even more.."] The voice of Miss Blood Honey sounded hoarse, she's been yelling ever since because of the Mad Beggar Boy. Even today, he was almost crying over it.

["You said 'fake your death'? Are You Doing It Because You Don't Want to Be With Me?!"]

!!

The Crazy Beggar Boy was jumped when he heard the screams of his opponent. This is why he is afraid of women. They look terrible when they are angry.

["... Why would.. Why Cakrabuana! Why?!"]

BLAAAAR..!!

That loud noise was like the sky was going to split apart. The Crazy Beggar Boy even closed his ears and his eyes were so loud that sound. ["Honey Blood Miss..! Can't you stop saying my name?! You want me dead?!"]

["Leave! I will call your name dozens or even hundreds of times..! You cheated, you lied to me..! You're disappointing me.."]

!!

The woman who was holding the fan finally could not hold back her cries anymore. He fell to the ground until his knees hit the ground. His heart felt very painful and like it was bleeding at this moment.

He made the Crazy Beggar Boy surprised. The man with the bamboo stick was bowed, his facial expression was too difficult to see.

["I... I'm actually glad you're alive. But why did you say.. You faked your death? What's.. How much do you hate me?"]

!!

No one knew how the story between the Mad Beggar Boy and the woman who had now become a part of that Blood Scarlet was.

Eyes that are not looking at each other, maybe now still diverge many memories from each other. Something that used to feel beautiful, but now it is much different.

"......"

"......."

The lips of the Mad Beggar Boy clenched, if he spoke-maybe it would be wrong again and end up with the more rundown of the matter. He only slightly glanced at the still crying woman. His opponent seemed to be recalling their past.

"......"

["Where are you going?"]

!?

The Crazy Beggar Boy stopped when he was just about to step up. His breath was choked when he heard that hoarse, cold and piercing voice.

["Miss, it's not good to keep remembering the past. Youknew... Um.. I feel like you're a good woman. It would be inappropriate if you were like this just because... Someone like me. I'm.."] The Mad Beggar Boy was so nervous, he was worried if his words hurt the feelings of the Honey Blood Miss.

["You what..? Because you don't like girls? You have a deviant behavior, do you?! Do you think I believe you?! You're a liar of Cakrabuana!"]

BLAAAAR..!!

The Honey Blood Miss had suddenly shot up and attacked the Mad Beggar Boy. This time he dropped his body until he hit the man with the bamboo stick.

!!

There was no intention of killing and the Crazy Beggar Boy even dodged too late. His hand spontaneously restrained the body of the red-clothed woman that smashed into his chest.

["You're a liar..! You tricked me..! I'm waiting for you but you don't even care about me. Do you remember me once?! Do you ever remember me, huh?!"]

Miss Honey Blood banged on the chest of the Mad Beggar Boy and seemed to vanish his sorrow. When he was tired, he hugged the man tightly and went back to sobbing.

!!

The Mad Beggar Boy did not know what to say to appease this woman. He never had the heart to face a female opponent.

["Md... Ms...?"]

["Don't talk. You are never right when you speak, it always hurts."]

"......"

The Mad Beggar Boy could only shut up and listen to himself repeatedly being cursed. He was more about stopping this woman when she was about to say her name. Really, the scariest thing for the Mad Beggar Boy was when his name always made the heavens angry.

["Did you never like me Ca-"]

["Don't say my name, please.."]

["Have you never liked me.?"]

["I.."] The Mad Beggar Boy was breathing slowly, he gulped as he was about to continue his words. [".. .Miss, I.. Apologise. But.. I really don't have any taste in you,"]

The voice sounded soft, but made the chest feel so tight that it was slashed. Miss Blood Honey hugged this man even tighter and was like wanting to deny the Mad Beggar Boy's words.

"......"

"......"

The two warriors should have fought fiercely, killing each other. But the opposite is true, or it could be said - the fierce conditions will occur depending on how the next Crazy Beggar Boy acts.

Actually, as a strong swordsman.. The Mad Beggar Boy had always avoided fighting with women, especially if his opponent was a figure he knew like the Honey Blood Miss.

"......."

The Mad Beggar Boy was clearly restrained in this condition, but the state of affairs in the Middle Sky Empire had already somewhat improved with the disappearance of the Miao Gang in Ling Lang Tian's hands.

The warriors have gone out of control of the red threads of the woman. They are now one by one starting to be taken to a refugee camp to be treated.

One of the refuge places in the Big Dipper City was the Sky Pagoda Sect. Ling Chu Zhen who was the Grand Elder of this sect had just come by bringing two warriors from the other Party here. Both appear to be injured.

Not far behind him, some cultivators also came. They were injured, but were trying to nail another cultivator whose condition was much more severe. One of the cultivators whose forehead, face, and neck were covered in blood was Gong Zitao. The man who knows when will die.

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