roccoschili Chapter 972 - 972 218 The Clay Idol is Broken
Chapter 972 - 972 218 The Clay Idol is Broken
972: Chapter 218: The Clay Idol is Broken 972: Chapter 218: The Clay Idol is Broken The Buzhou Wind advanced, and merely the unleashed killing intent caused Ji Shaoqing, who had been motionless for some time, to reopen his eyes!But now his eyes were filled with a chilly emptiness, clearly corroded by the killing intent.
And that body, which had no strength left, began to tremble, caught in a kind of final struggle.
“Wait!” Gu Huaixin couldn’t help but speak up.
Jiang Wang looked at him to see what he had to say.
“Jiang…
Wang.” For a True Monarch to speak pliantly to a junior was not easy.
But the person lying on the End of the World Platform was his most esteemed direct disciple.
He realized if driven by the extreme cruelty of the nail, the obliteration of life would not be limited to the flesh body.
Ji Shaoqing, who had no power left to resist, would surely die in both body and spirit.
The methods he had prepared for resurrection would be utterly ineffective.
He had been waiting for Ji Shaoqing “to die,” but he was not ready to face Ji Shaoqing’s true death!
The powerful True Man of the Age said with difficulty, “Spare Ji Shaoqing.
I will have him kowtow and apologize to you, have him guard Zhu Bijing’s spirit, whatever compensation you want, we can discuss.
And you, you can earn the…
gratitude of a True Man of the Age.”
In the end, he used the word “gratitude.”
For a Neifu Cultivator, he used “gratitude.”
He truly valued Ji Shaoqing so highly, his treatment of this disciple was indeed almost as good as that of his own son.
He was even willing to drop the dignity of a True Man of the Age for him!
Just how valuable was the gratitude of a True Man of the Age?
But Jiang Wang shook his head.
“I respect you, truly.
You are the jade pillar and golden beam of the Human Race, and at any time, I am willing to respect you.
However, some things are beyond redemption.
By now, you should be able to understand me, understand the feelings I have from losing a friend.
I too wish for a chance to apologize to you, I want to have the opportunity to make amends with Ji Shaoqing, not knowing how I offended him to make him hate me so, to treat my friend like that…
But I don’t have that chance anymore, do I?”
Jiang Wang viewed Gu Huaixin with respect, his tone sincere.
But he slammed down with the back of his hand!
He rejected the gratitude of a True Man of the Age!
A strand of frosty wind blew, turning into a dark, frost-tipped nail, precisely piercing Ji Shaoqing’s brow!
Ji Shaoqing, who had been struggling amidst the killing intent, instantly came to a halt.
Not even the natural twitching of his muscles occurred.
The nail transformed back into frosty wind, whirling back toward Jiang Wang’s nose, where it was gently inhaled and fell back into the Five Mansions Sea.
And with the departure of this strand of wind, the body of Ji Shaoqing on the ground “collapsed” in a visibly perceptible manner.
It truly collapsed.
Like shattered clay, as if a wooden carving turned to ash.
A person who seemed as elegant as a graceful tree now collapsed on the spot, leaving nothing but a fine dense powder.
Upon a gust of sea breeze, it fluttered and scattered across the End of the World.
The Samadhi True Fire too could burn a body to ashes—but if it was only the flesh body that turned to ash, Gu Huaixin could still act to preserve the spirit, ponder over methods of possession, or allow Ji Shaoqing to switch to the Divine Way.
But affected by the current Buzhou Wind, not even the spirit could be seen.
With both body and spirit extinguished, only endless sorrows of the human world remained!
The Buzhou Wind that had extinguished Ji Shaoqing’s spirit returned to the Five Mansions Sea, its outer brutal coldness gone, and strangely taking on a lively and agile feel.
The chubby White Cloud Child lay on the roof of Yunxiao Pavilion, using a bunch of clouds to cover himself, leaving only a small hole to curiously observe the strand of frosty wind.
Because of the rules of Diao Hai Building, one had to cleanse their sins in the Lost World.
The killing intent of the Buzhou Wind was formed in the madness of the Lost World.
It had calmed down, but under Ji Shaoqing’s instigation, it suddenly surged and formed on the way to Heavenly Mansion City, giving birth to the Buzhou Wind known as the first in killing power among the Eight Winds.
It could be said that this Divine Skill hanging in the Third Neifu had a huge connection with Ji Shaoqing.
Originating from the killing intent towards him, it brought about a Perfect end to kill him.
The Buzhou Wind’s progress was far faster than the Samadhi True Fire.
Or rather, this killing Divine Skill was inherently most capable of advancing amidst slaughter.
With the Three Mansions returning to their places, Divine Power Light shone upon the Five Mansions Sea.
Jiang Wang stood up, neither happy nor sad.
He said to everyone, “This battle is over.”
Near the End of the World Platform, there was still calm.
Only the sea breeze howled obliviously.
And the ashes into which Ji Shaoqing had turned had already dispersed.
Never again would a trace of his existence be seen in this world.
Jiang Wang glanced at the altar suspended in the sky and deeply bowed to Gu Huaixin, who stood beside it, “Thank you for your efforts in preparation, I am very sorry.
These materials must not have been easy to come by, please take them back.”
He knew that after this matter, the enmity between him and Gu Huaixin had deepened.
But his life-and-death duel with Ji Shaoqing was conducted honourably and properly, and no one could use it as a pretext for revenge.
Until he also ascended to the Insight of Truth, Qi Country would not allow Gu Huaixin to bully him for being younger and weaker.
Gu Huaixin’s black and white hair was neatly combed, lending him an unconventional charm.
“There is no need,” he said.
Without any visible movement,
the altar, which had been amassed with untold resources and was of incalculable value, crumbled on the spot, turning to dust, and lightly fell to the ground!
The whole place went silent.
This was the rage of a True Man of the Age.
Even Jiang Wuyou, the Lord of Hua Ying Palace, could not find any words at this moment.
But those present from Qi were not only made up of juniors like Jiang Wuyou and Zhongxuan Sheng.
From the military command knucklebones hanging high in the sky, a voice “unfolded.”
The use of “unfolded” to describe a voice was because this voice was as boundless and vast as the sky.
It “enveloped” the listeners’ ears, instead of merely sounding beside them.
“Don’t take out your frustration on kids,” said the voice.
The tone was not intense; in fact, it was rather casual: “Your disciple is ignorant, are you too?”
Some people, some beings, even a casual frown from them could not be ignored, let alone such reprimanding words.
Gu Huaixin fell silent, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.
An elder who had just lost a beloved disciple still had the right to depart furiously, even in front of a Transcendent True Monarch at the peak of perfection.
Not until Gu Huaixin’s figure had disappeared.
Did Jiang Wuyou, as if just coming to his senses, loudly announce, “On the 22nd day of April in the 3919th year of the Dao Calendar, a life-and-death duel took place on the End of the World Platform, between Jiang Wang of Daqi and Ji Shaoqing of the Diao Hai Building.
The victor is Jiang Wang!”
In ancient rites, this was indeed what the duel certifier should declare.
The moment the duel certifier announced the result, it signified that the duel had come to an absolute end, and any divergence in Dao or life and death grudges were no longer to be continued.
Of course, this was merely a beautiful wish.
How could Gu Huaixin not hate Jiang Wang?
Even if he said he did not, Jiang Wang would not dare to believe it.
He would have to try to avoid the Near Sea Archipelago as much as possible in the future…
Jiang Wang looked towards the distance, in the direction of the Lost World.
Before setting out to sea, he had not anticipated that so many stories would unfold overseas.
He had thought that the biggest challenge was only the sea sacrifice ceremony.
He had not expected that it was merely a beginning…
Regardless of joy or sorrow, it was a conclusion at last.
He withdrew his gaze, then let it sweep over Zhongxuan Sheng, Fourteen, Li Longchuan, Yan Fu, Xu Xiangqian, Jiang Wuyou… pausing on each of his friends in turn.
Since his return from the Lost World, he had not really looked at his friends this way.
Such vivid, such dear friends.
“Let’s go drink!” he said.
“We’ll drink back on Eternal Winter Island!
Everyone’s coming!” Zhongxuan Sheng waved his hand grandly and declared with bravado, “Yan Fu is buying!”