Chapter 0322 – Leave no stone unturned – Absolute Return

by GreatBrother(위대한 다오 형제)

Zhaobo hit and didn’t answer, because he didn’t know, either, the answer.

"You’ll get out, you won’t, stuck here."

Jian Wu Ji, comforted.

Compared to Jian Wuji’s ease, Zhaoboda’s heart, however, was growing fearful.

That guy, doesn’t even know, here, how scary it is. If, he couldn’t close this space, then he would be trapped here, starving to death alive.

"Your true qi, is it depleting?"

Jian Wu Ji, asked.

Zhaobo fought, checked his true qi, and then, shook his head.

Jian Wuji, leaning against the wall, said:

"That’s good, otherwise, your innate true qi, will run out, and then, you’ll be dead. You take a break and try again."

Jian Wu Ji, was right, now, was not the time to panic, he had to calm down.

Zhaobo fought, carefully observing the wall. The wall that was like an internal organ, constantly writhing, gradually, stopped writhing, and the color, also became more and more dim. This wall, was dying.

"Do you think that by taking two powerful techniques and fusing them together, there won’t be any side effects?"

Jian Wu Ji, asked.

Yes, Zhaobo fight, always thought that this gongfu, will not have side effects. Until now, he realized that he was wrong.

Zhaobo fought, sat down on his knees, and began to regulate his breathing. He wanted to calm down, recover his true qi, and then, try, once again, to close the space.

When he opened his eyes, Jian Wuji, was observing the wall.

Zhaobo fought, casting the spell again, trying to close the space, but, it still failed.

It was at that moment that a sudden change occurred.

WOW ……

Blood, from all sides, poured out.

The blood, as if it was endless, kept flowing down from the wall, continuously.

Zhaobo fought, alarmed, he looked around and realized that the blood, had flooded his ankles.

"Blood, nowhere to go."

Zhaobo fought, despairing.

The blood, which began to be on the ground, gathered into a pool of blood. If, it continued like this, he would be drowned in this pool of blood.

How could he be trapped to death, in an illusion of his own creation? And, still, with the Demon Sect’s Young Master, drowned together?

Zhaobo hit, immediately felt, beyond ridiculous, beyond ridiculous.

Suddenly, a strong hatred surged to his heart. He revolved his true qi, and between his hands, a blood-red glow coalesced.

"It’s all because of you!"

Zhaobo fought, roared, and unleashed an attack on Jian Wuji.

However, Jian Wuji,’s speed, was even faster. He executed the Dark Shadow Steps and instantly arrived in front of Zhaoboda, slapping his palm on his chest.

Bang!

Zhaobo hit, flew backwards, hit the wall, and then, fell to the ground.

Jian Wuji, pulled him from the pool of blood, and sealed his acupoints. Blood, had flooded his knees.

"Why do you blame me? It was you, yourself, who created this space and couldn’t shut it down, it was you, yourself, who wanted to unify the Western Region and ended up in such a situation."

Jian Wu Ji, said, slapping Zhaoboda on the head.

"This is your master, fighting for you. He said he really wanted to, to slap you to death, you asshole."

Zhaoboda, clenched his teeth, he was burning with rage, but he knew that now, was not the time to fight with Jian Wuji,. The blood, was rising rapidly.

Looking at the rising blood, Zhaoboda, in his heart, was filled with fear. This was something he, had never experienced before, the fear of death.

Jian Wu Ji, continued to irritate him:

"Your master, passed the position of Sect Master, to you, so you should, cherish it and guard the Windy Sky Sect. You can’t even guard your own blessings, what else do you want to do?"

"Blessed? What blessing do I have?"

The word "blessing" is the scales of Zhao Bo’s fight.

"I, as it should have been, became the Windy Sky Sect Leader!"

Zhaobo fought and roared.

"Isn’t it, isn’t it, a good thing that you inherited the Sect Leader’s position early?"

Jian Wu Ji, asked.

"A good thing? I was, at that time, not ready, to become a Sect Leader! I should have, after practicing the Angtian Great Demon Technique, then inherited the position of Sect Leader. But, Master, instead, threw the Sect Leader position, to me, and then, left."

Zhaobo fought, giving vent to all the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart.

"He said that the disciples of the Windy Sky Sect, all of them, embraced me and told me not to worry? That’s really ridiculous! Those people, they are embracing him, not me! Why doesn’t he understand? Why doesn’t he understand that what those people, in front of him, say, and what they say behind his back, are not the same!"

Blood, which had flooded Zhaoboda’s chest.

"You know what? After my master left, every day, I lived in fear. I was worried that someone would take my position as Sect Leader, I was worried that someone would be behind my back, mocking me, I was worried that I would be assassinated, I even, even sleeping, didn’t dare to sleep too deeply. He went so far as to say, ‘Even if others say so, you shouldn’t say so’? He has no idea, what kind of life I lead!"

Jian Wuji, finally understood, Zhaobo fight, why he had become the way he was now. The resentment in his heart, all came from, his resentment towards his master.

He should have turned the "because" into a "so" and stayed strong, but he failed.

"He’s the only one that really understands me."

Zhaobo hit, said.

The Illusory King, must have taken advantage of Zhaoboda’s resentment and fear to take advantage of the situation.

Zhaobo fought, wanting very much to tell Jian Wuji that that fellow, was a hundred times better than his master.

"He said he was the last heir to the Blood Cult."

Zhaobo hit, said.

This sentence, was not wrong. The Illusory King and Illusory Lu, were the last two, who practiced the Blood Sect’s Demonic Skills.

"He originally, wanted to go incognito and live an ordinary life. However, seeing that I was abandoned by my master and became the Windy Sky Sect Master, he changed his mind."

Zhaobo hit, said.

The Illusory King, must have put on an appearance of, caring about Zhaobo’s fight, and then, taking advantage of the opportunity, imparted the Blood Sect’s demonic skills, and compelled his mind.

Zhaobo hit, looking at the blood that had flooded up to his neck, and suddenly, he used his finger, dipped it in the blood, and drew it on his face, on his own face.

It’s a "wind painting". It’s for funerals. Of course, it’s hard to draw a clear pattern with blood.

"I had, originally, wanted to use the ‘Heavenly Drawing’ he taught me to conquer the sands."

Zhaobo hit, said.

Hearing these words, Jian Wuji, suddenly asked:

"Could it be, that he is, in the temple of the Patriarch, the painter?"

Zhaoboda, knowing that he, himself, was no longer alive, nodded.

"He’s the one, who taught me, how to, on the face, draw patterns."

Zhaobo hit, said.

The Phantom King, at last, revealed his true colors.

"He’s the one, who told me, how I should, live my life, told me, what a, great person I am."

Zhaobo hit, said.

Blood, which had flooded his chin.

"Am I, dying?"

Zhaobo fought, looking at Jian Wuji, Jian Wuji’s eyes, flashing, inexplicable light.

"Why are you, laughing? What do you have, to be proud of?"

Zhaobo hit and asked.

"I’m usually, really proud of myself, but, today, I’ve been pretty low."

Jian Wu Ji, said.

Then he said something else, which Zhaobo beat, could not understand:

"You, didn’t fail, I, did."

"What?"

"It seems that I, for one, am going to be your senior."

"What are you babbling about?"

"Your master, didn’t teach you, so, you don’t know."

Fresh blood, had drowned Zhao Bo’s beaten mouth, and he could only stand on his tiptoes in order to speak to Jian Wuji.

"Your master, every time he opens and closes this space, he does a maneuver."

Jian Wu Ji, said, putting his hand, out of the water.

Zhaoboda, his heart flinched, he felt that something was not good. However, it was already too late, blood, had flooded their heads.

Just at the moment when they, were about to be consumed by blood, Sword Wuji, suddenly snapped his fingers.

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