Chapter 177 Breaking Wind With One Spear

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Three miles out from Lei Clan Fort, Wuxin, who was dressed in a white monk robe, and Ming Hou, who carried a golden titan blade, were running as fast as they could. While they’d been running, they’d fought with and fled from the Wrath Sword Immortal. Finally, thanks to Xie Xuan and Li Hanyi, they were able to throw Yan Zhantian off and had been rushing through the night towards Lei Clan Fort.

"We’ve been rushing and getting delayed, and we’re still half a day late." Wuxin sighed. "Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian. Don't you dare die. I came all the way here from Outerheaven. Do you have any idea how hard this journey has been!"

Next to Wuxin, Ming Hou remained silent in the face of his babbling. Wuxin smiled and comforted himself, "But since it’s you guys, there won’t be a problem. Ming Hou, wait till we meet that person and your illness will be cured. Then, we’ll find out what happened to you."

Ming Hou's eyes continued to look ahead, his legs moving nonstop, as if Wuxin’s words had nothing to do with him.

Wuxin jumped into the air, his white monk robe flying, and he suddenly shouted into the sky, "I'm back!"

The sound of his voice flew over three miles away, and everyone was shocked!

That was such a young voice, but the internal energy contained within that voice shouldn’t have belonged to such a young man.

Xiao Se collapsed into Ye Ruoyi's arms, his Wuji staff fell to the side and he let out a long sigh of relief. "He's here, we’re saved."

Lei Wujie, who happened to be lying next to them, sighed. "So rare for you to show that air of an expert, couldn’t you have held out to the end? Every time, the monk has to come and save us, don’t you feel useless?"

"I don’t care. I can't move anymore." Xiao Se suddenly turned his head, and vomited mouthfuls of blood.

"Xiao Se, are you okay?" Lei Wujie started in fright and wanted to stand up. But, he only managed to straighten his back helplessly, before he felt a spike of pain and fell down again.

"Xiao Se!" Ye Ruoyi grasped Xiao Se's pulse and exclaimed, "What's going on? What kind of pulse is this?" She had been ill for so many years that she’d become half a doctor herself. But, she’d never seen such an erratic pulse like Xiao Se’s before. It was as if his entire qi was fighting within his body, and he could die at any time.

"Stop probing. We haven’t defeated our enemies over there yet." Xiao Se smiled bitterly. "Look at you. Now everyone knows I can’t hold it anymore. It’ll be impossible to scare him away."

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Lei Wujie shook his head. "No! You hang in there! Hang in there until the monk gets here, then we’ll be okay!"

"Didn't you just say it's shameful to always count on that monk?" Xiao Se vomited blood even while he was mocking Lei Wujie.

"Big brother, I didn't think you really can’t fight anymore!" Lei Wujie whined helplessly.

Su Muyu walked silently to Xie Qidao's side and used his hand to gently brush over his eyes which were still staring straight ahead. Then, he looked up at Xiao Se. Su Muyu no longer had a sword in his hand. He twisted his hand lightly and pulled them apart, as if he was pulling out a thread from his hands that was barely visible.

"Blade wire!" Ye Ruoyi exclaimed in alarm.

Hidden River blade wires, one of the sharpest weapons in the world. It had the edge of a blade but no blade. It cuts a wound that looks like cut wax, completely flat without a hint of a wrinkle. This was Su Muyu's final weapon.

He walked towards Xiao Se step by step, his strength also weak, but not a single person present was able to stop him. Ye Ruoyi suddenly laid Xiao Se down.

"Don’t!" Xiao Se cried out.

Ye Ruoyi shook her head. "There’s no other way. Now, you can’t stop me either."

Xiao Se reached out and grabbed Ye Ruoyi's sleeves. "You will die!"

Ye Ruoyi gently brushed past his hand. "It's better than if all of us die." She turned and took three steps forward, standing in front of Lei Wujie and Xiao Se, her green dress fluttering in the wind. She whispered, "Rise!"

The leaves that had fallen all over the ground flew up suddenly, but she immediately stopped her hand, because in front of her, another person had stood up.

A tall and sturdy figure, dressed all in black. Head disciple of Snow Moon City, Tang Lian.

"Because you guys are calling me da-shixiong," Tang Lian was using all of his effort to stay upright, "So, before I die, none of you are allowed to die!"

"Da-shixiong!" Lei Wujie’s eyes brimmed with tears.

"Bah!" An articulate and full voice interrupted Lei Wujie’s sappiness, and a silver spear blocked their way. Sikong Qianluo was covered in blood but her expression was stubborn as she glared at Su Muyu. "You want to come over, you’d have to step over my dead body!"

"Qianluo-shimei!" Tang Lian exclaimed. "Back off now! Third shizun only has one daughter. If you die here, how am I going to explain this to Third shizun?"

Sikong Qianluo turned around and shook her head. "Everyone here is the same. There is only one Tang Lian, one Xiao Se, and one Lei Wujie. We’re all the same. Moreover, at a time like this, I can’t lose!"

"Can't lose?" Tang Lian was taken aback.

"Yes, I can't lose! I can't lose to that Miss Ye in front of Xiao Se!" Sikong Qianluo turned back around, and she used her strength to form a spear flower with the silver spear. Then, she threw the spear into the sky, it flipped around in midair before landing heavily into the ground right in front of her. She glared at Su Muyu and growled fiercely, "You with the surname Su, come on!"

"This is?" Tang Lian was stunned for a moment.

"Imparted by the Spear Immortal, Breaking Wind with One Spear!" Sikong Qianluo suddenly closed her eyes.

Su Muyu quickened his pace. He rushed forward a few steps, then suddenly, he jumped into the air, attempting to flash past Sikong Qianluo and the rest to aim directly for Xiao Se's head. The near transparent blade wire in his hand flashed once in the sun with a cold silver light.

Sikong Qianluo’s eyes were still closed, while in her mind, she recalled what Sikong Changfeng said to her that year.

"The spear is alive, and so are all weapons under Heaven. It can communicate with its master, and it can also connect with everything from Heaven and Earth. Your dad’s name is Sikong Changfeng, so my spear borrows from the wind," Sikong Changfeng spoke slowly as he tossed the dark red spear in his hand.

"Daddy, you're bragging again." Sikong Qianluo smiled. "Last time you also said you can drink a thousand cups of wine without getting drunk."

"Wind is the most illusory thing in the world. A spring breeze is accompanied by a drizzle, gentle and lingering. In summer, a cool breeze is clear and soothing. An autumn wind comes with fallen leaves, chilly and desolate. A winter gale is biting cold and cuts like a knife.” Sikong Changfeng closed his eyes. "Wind can be gentle, but it can also be biting cold and cut like a knife!"

"Watch closely now!" The Sikong Changfeng in her memory grasped the handle of the spear.

At the present moment, Sikong Qianluo also grasped the handle of her spear. She suddenly opened her eyes, raised her spear and waved it towards the sky, rolling up a strong wind. The biting wind stabbed like a thousand swords at the same time!

This was the most powerful move Sikong Qianluo had ever wielded with her spear. This move held the power of the Unrestrained Earthly Realm!

The power of her spear instantly dyed half of Su Muyu's shirt in red, but it still didn’t stop him!

He was still aiming straight for Xiao Se!