Chapter 125 Kill a God in Person

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The rain had not stopped for many days now.

The rain continued from Nan'an City all the way to Qinyan City. A man in black holding an umbrella stood silently outside a pavilion and the rain splattering on his umbrella made a crisp sound. A purple-clothed man sitting in the pavilion shuddered slightly. This man in front of him always seemed to appear on such dreary and harsh days. He didn't know when this man had reconstructed his oil-paper umbrella from those eighteen dangerous weapons. He only knew that the man had not spoken for several days while leading them all the way to this place.

"You don't have to doubt Muyu. The Umbrella Ghost used to be the top assassin in Hidden River. He can accurately find the scent of his prey," an older man said with a smile while trimming his nails with a small knife.

Su Muyu slowly rotated his umbrella’s handle, and the water droplets that fell on the oil-paper umbrella slipped down. Su Muyu reached out with his hand, and the rainwater instantly turned into a water dragon sword. He waved it lightly and flung the water dragon sword out, then he rushed into the pavilion, and immediately pressed onto the chest of the man in purple.

The purple-clothed man was shocked and looked at Xie Qidao in horror, but Xie Qidao still had a casual smile on his face, and he lowered his head to trim his nails seriously.

The water dragon sword reversed its direction in an instant, slashed across the shirt of the man in purple, and flew out of the pavilion. The purple-clothed man turned his head, and saw a man in white standing there, a black umbrella in his hand, and a white blindfold covering his eyes. A young boy stood beside him to hold his arm and assist him.

"Huang-xiong!" The purple-clothed man blurted out.

Xiao Chong lightly waved his right hand forward, and the rain in the air instantly condensed into a barrier in front of him, blocking the water dragon sword shooting towards him. With another wave of his hand, the sword and the barrier turned into rain and scattered onto the ground.

Su Muyu slowly turned around and raised his umbrella slightly, revealing those cold and indifferent eyes. He looked at Xiao Chong and said softly, "White Prince Xiao Chong."

Xiao Chong nodded, matching Su Muyu's tone, and said, "Head of Su House, Su Muyu."

Xie Qidao put away his knife, blew lightly on his nails, and suddenly got up. He picked up the purple-clothed man in front of him, and threw him out of the pavilion. "The main stakeholder is here, you should get lost. "

"Head of Xie House, Xie Qidao. When treating a prince, your behavior is rather irreverent." Xiao Chong's left hand, which was holding the handle of the umbrella, clenched a little bit harder.

Xie Qidao smiled. "According to Beili law, what is the punishment for murder?"

"There are many kinds of murder cases." Xiao Chong's tone was still unhurried.

"What about one that has killed 257 people?" Xie Qidao held the knife in his hand, standing straight up. Although he was an old man, he still had strong muscles and eagle-sharp eyes.

"Execution," Xiao Chong answered concisely.

"So," Xie Qidao said faintly. "According to Beili law, I should be cut into a thousand pieces. Why would I recognize a prince of Beili? But, Your Highness the second prince, why have you come looking for guilty sinners such as us?"

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"Uncle Xie," Su Muyu suddenly called out, interrupting Xie Qidao.

Xie Qidao closed his mouth without being angry, but there was still a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

The purple-clothed man was naturally Xiao Jingxia who had impersonated Xiao Chuhe. He ran to Xiao Chong's side in a hurry and called in a low voice, "Gege!"

Xiao Chong raised his hand abruptly and slapped him so hard he fell to the ground. He had maintained a calm tone from beginning to end, and his expression had been indifferent, but this sudden blow carried a fair bit of anger. Xiao Jingxia, who had been knocked to the ground with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth while his clothes were instantly drenched by the rain, looked somewhat pathetic.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Xiao Chong asked.

Xiao Jingxia sat up and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Huang-xiong, Jingxia was wrong."

"Apologize to the Hidden River Heads of Houses now," Xiao Chong spoke while he took a step forward unhurriedly, and he used his umbrella to shield the rain over Xiao Jingxia's head.

"No need," Su Muyu said lightly.

Xiao Jingxia looked at them in astonishment. "You already knew from the start?"

"Young man, you underestimate the Hidden River, and you underestimate us. From the day you stepped into Hidden River, we already knew your identity. Ninth prince Xiao Jingxia, we did not kill you only because we are very interested in the person behind you. White Prince Xiao Chong, we have decided that you are the better choice when compared to Xiao Chuhe." Xie Qidao looked at Xiao Chong with grim eyes.

"Alright. This is our first meeting. The atmosphere doesn't have to be so tense." A smiling voice sounded, and suddenly, there was another person sitting in the pavilion. He wore a black robe and a silver-coloured mask covered most of his face.

Xie Qidao and Su Muyu bowed slightly. "Patriarch."

The Patriarch tapped gently on the stool. "It's cold outside the pavilion, so come in and sit."

Xiao Chong nodded and led Xiao Jingxia and Xuan Tong into the pavilion. Xie Qidao put away his long sabre and sat next to the Patriarch. "Why did Patriarch come here all of a sudden?"

Looking at the rain curtain outside the pavilion, the Patriarch said quietly, "Perhaps I’ve been in the dark for too long, and I want to come out for a walk. Why are you stopping here? Where's Li Hanyi?"

"We managed to chase Li Hanyi down three days ago. Right now, the three elders from Tang Clan are following Li Hanyi and will be joining us soon. We will intercept Li Hanyi here." Su Muyu did not enter the pavilion. He stood where he was, listening to the rain.

"No, not to intercept her. It shall be murder," the Patriarch said in a deep voice.

Both Xie Qidao and Su Muyu's faces twitched. The two looked at each other, then looked back at the Patriarch, waiting for him to give an answer.

"Murdering a sword immortal sounds like a significant deal. After this, Snow Moon City and Hidden River will officially become enemies, and there will be no possibility for recovery." The Patriarch slammed onto the bench and said quietly, "But so what if there’s no recovery, that’s not bad either."

"Murdering the sword immortal is not an easy task," Su Muyu said.

The Patriarch said with a smile, "Can three Tang Clan elders and two Hidden River Heads of Houses not even kill one Snow Moon Sword Immortal?"

"It’s not enough." Su Muyu shook his head.

"And if you add me?" The Patriarch raised his eyebrows, and there was a fierce light in his pupils.

Su Muyu frowned slightly. "Patriarch is going to fight personally?"

"If it really gets to that." The Patriarch sighed and suddenly turned to look at Xiao Jingxia. "But, before that, I have something to ask you."

When Xiao Jingxia saw the coldness in those pupils, he couldn't help but tremble all over. "What.. what is it?"

"That day you asked us to send someone to hunt down and kill the young disciple of Lei Clan Fort, you said he was a disciple of Lei Hong and Li Hanyi, and that he was a leader in the current generation of the Lei Clan so killing him would benefit us in crippling the Lei Clan, yes?" The Patriarch asked.

"Yes." Xiao Jingxia nodded. "I wasn’t lying on this point."

"Very well." The Patriarch’s tone suddenly became even more serious. "Then I will ask you again, who is the person travelling with him?"

Xiao Jingxia was taken aback for a moment, and he kept silent.

In the midst of the rain curtain, two more figures were making their way towards them, one in red and the other in purple, both graceful and lithe ladies. The lady in red was holding a burly man in her arms. The man’s body was still and looked dead.

"I suppose he was my younger brother." The Patriarch leaned back in his chair and looked up at the sky. "He is dead now. So I need you to give me an answer."

"Who the hell is he!" There was a trace of anger in the voice of the Patriarch, and in that instant, a tremor shook the entire pavilion.