Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1280 1280: Forgiveness

"Bang!"

Once again, a punch landed on the Lord of Kunlun's shoulder, blocking the last trace of Spirit. Ye Fengsheng stomped with a big mouth and kicked him to a place not far from Ying Luo below. After a thunderous crash that shook the mountain, even the jade was set ablaze!

Those below watched Ye Fengsheng with caution, seeing Ye Fengsheng beat the Kunlun Leader like a dead dog. They were filled with fear and hesitation. With lingering dread, they cast a glance into the distance at Ying Lu, then remained silent before slowly retreating.

White Tiger had come along with Ye Fengsheng. Thinking Ye Fengsheng was dead, he went to fight White Tiger. Now that Ye Fengsheng was alive and had even injured the Kunlun Headmaster, how could they proceed with killing them all?

Ye Fengsheng dared to kill the Leader of Tianyi Mansion, which even Kunlun would not dare to do. Could he not open his own family?

To me, all monks are born with the intention of escaping. It would be best to flee early while Ye Fengsheng couldn't escape.

Of course, Ye Fengsheng wasn't that bored either. Monks greedily lust after fierce animals, even themselves, naturally.

Ying Lu was fine. He had no desire to kill these people for Ying Lu.

Even before Ye Fengsheng landed from the sky, Ying Luo had already jumped out, golden light flickering in his right eye, releasing a surge of formidable Spirit. His fierce intent condensed into a blade sharp enough to split hairs, aimed directly at the Kunlun Leader in the deep pit.

"You..."

Seeing Ying Lu go berserk, Ye Fengsheng hurriedly fell to the ground, reaching out to stop the furious girl: "Don't kill him."

Ying Lu was furious: "He deserves to die!"

Ye Fengsheng looked into his eyes and said: "He must not die. I will make him useful."

The golden eyes resumed their original form after looking into Ye Fengsheng's deep pupils. Ye Fengsheng smiled and patted Ying Lu's palm: "Though treating the great monk of Yuan Ying Country like this isn't good, being a king is being a failure."

After speaking, Ye Fengsheng descended into the pit, bent over, grabbed the skirt of the Kunlun Leader, dragged him like a dead dog out of the pit, tossed him in front of Ying Lu, stomped on his chest, and looked into his eyes: "Do you regret it?"

The Spirit that could have been merged into a line was trampled by Ye Feng's foot.

Ye Feng's cold voice echoed through the mountain, causing the suspended crystal swords to tremble slightly, casting an unprecedented chill upon the Kunlun disciples below, making them shiver. Their anxious eyes instinctively looked at the middle-aged man under Ye Feng's feet.

What they truly desired—perhaps merely conditioned reflexes—but the countless gazes, each feeling differently, still allowed the Kunlun Leader to be trampled by Ye Fengsheng standing on his back, knowing what Ye Fengsheng intended for survival, he sighed and closed his eyes.

"What?"

Ye Fengsheng sneered: "Afraid?"

"You've decided their fate. When it comes, how dare you face it?"

"Are you Kunlun?"

"Let's see if Kunlun is willing to be you!"

The voice grew louder. At the speech's end, Ye Fengsheng roared: "If there is a road to heaven, you will not go. If there is no road to hell, you will throw dice. If you want to die, you will die. If you want to live, you must lift your sword and kill. If you don't move within three breaths, you won't be spared."

Amidst the overwhelming waves of sound, the sky's crystal daggers swayed, hidden swords within, far sharper than before, leaving everyone on the mountainside panic-stricken, nerves fraying.

"How do you wish to die?"

Suppressing the agitation on his face, Ye Fengsheng spoke a word to the Kunlun Leader below. Then he struck his top of the skull, and an invisible flame descended. Along his body's meridians, it halted at key acupoints, quietly gathering all the spirituality, turning it into nothingness.

The hidden Spirit accumulated here was all discovered by Ye Fengsheng. The Kunlun Leader knew he could no longer turn the situation around. He simply gave up struggling, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

"Descent."

Naturally, it wouldn't wait for the third breath before starting, but after only two breaths, the sky cleared like a storm, descending with tremendous force, blasting countless Kunlun monks into bloody pieces. In an instant, Qilian Mountain became a human purgatory.

It wasn't just the three Eagles that had been watching from afar. Even the Qilian monks, wanting to escape, were driven back by the battlefield's blades, feeling nauseated under the dripping flesh from the heavens.

Ye Fengsheng still did not understand swordsmanship, but that did not hinder his use of it. The boundless aura around him, like sea water, gave him the power to use the flying knives. Such things may be mere decorations when facing monks of the same territory, but undoubtedly, they are the best threat or murder method before monks building foundations and those of the red region.

The sharp cries and hysterical pleas for mercy mixed with the explosive blasts and sharp cries of falling swords became the howls of demons in hell.

"Brother Ye, this has nothing to do with us! Can't I leave afterward?"

A voice called out from the mountains, seeking to avoid the Blade.

Under such massive blades, attempting to avoid unintended harm is undoubtedly absurd and ridiculous. They were the most innocent victims in this battle, only watching from the start.

Ye Feng's voice was unheard. His palms trembled slightly. His soul was unleashed again. He charged into the Heavenly Sword Formation, immediately covering the blades with a layer of crimson.

With a single hand, the skies were stained with red blades. Looking across, it seemed boundless.

After all, some feared death or feared dying in such a manner. However, a monk clad in Kunlun robes leaped up, grabbing the dangling sword handle in plain sight. He flipped in mid-air, landing before Ye Fengsheng, eyes staring directly into his, corners threatening to crack as he cursed: "You can still live after stabbing the Headmaster, can't you?"

Ye Feng then smiled, nodded: "Yes."

"Spit!"

The Kunlun monk blinked endlessly. The blade in his hand had already stabbed into the Kunlun Leader's thigh below. Blood gushed, yet he did not even turn his head to look. He faced Ye Fengsheng: "Good?"

"Yes."

Ye Feng nodded: "You can leave now."

Immediately, the Kunlun monk took off, vanishing from the sky.

From start to finish, he never looked at the Kunlun Leader on the ground. Whether he felt guilty or worried he'd never back down, he did not know.

After all, all his achievements were learned in Kunlun. Now, led in the open rebellion against the Headmaster, he naturally understood what it meant. But he'd worked so long, not to die here.

Ye Fengsheng did not continue urging his sword; the suspended crystal daggers soon vanished. After the last Kunlun disciple wiped away tears, only a dozen short swords remained in the sky.

Ye Fengsheng glanced lightly at the Qilian Monk still in the ground, pondered, and said: "If you are to leave, take a sword and kill the old man."

"What?!"

Among the dry Kunlun monks, one looked at another, one said: "Monk, you never mentioned this before!"

Ye Fengsheng coldly stared at him. He was speechless. His fingertips lightly tapped, causing the dozen short swords to tremble again. It wasn't just any sound, but the very shocking buzz of a sword. Even the monks felt their scalps tingle.