novelraw Chapter 575 - 265: Why Don’t You Kill Yourself? It Would Be More Dignified!
Chapter 575 - 265: Why Don’t You Kill Yourself? It Would Be More Dignified!
Looking at his facade of arrogance hiding weakness, blaming his failures on others’ contempt...
A monster that can only survive by consuming the blood of fellow Martial Artists.
A decayed Evil God who turned the Guardian City into a blood-soaked slaughterhouse.
Even if he was once a hero of the Human Race, he has already fallen to something more repulsive than a Life Ghost.
Such a being...
Still dares to expect Old Man Hong to look up to him?
It’s the height of irony!
Fang Qingyu’s lips barely twitched upwards.
A clearly audible, soft laugh emerged from his throat.
"Ha."
A soft laugh.
This laugh was faint.
Yet it seemed to ignite Jiang Taixuan’s nerves already on the verge of collapse.
"What are you laughing at!?"
Jiang Taixuan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, took a sudden step forward with his emaciated body. His murky eyes instantly filled with blood, fixed firmly on Fang Qingyu’s face, his voice shrill and distorted!
That voice was filled with rage and disbelief, mocked by an ant.
Fang Qingyu looked at his agitated state, the mockery on his face deepening.
Too lazy even to respond.
The disdain in his Molten Gold Vertical Pupils still lingered.
"What are you laughing at!!!?"
Jiang Taixuan was completely triggered!
His emaciated body burst forth with a terrifying momentum completely at odds with his appearance. His murky aura instantly became violent and chaotic, like a volcano about to erupt.
"Tell me!! What are you laughing at?!!"
The roar echoed within the Eternal Night Territory, causing the darkness to ripple.
As Jiang Taixuan’s wrath was nearing its peak, about to explode indiscriminately...
In Fang Qingyu’s ear, a miniature earpiece transmitted Jiang Chengyue’s suppressed, slightly trembling voice:
"It’s done! Captain Fang! There will be no support coming for now! Inside the city... leave it to me!"
It’s done!
The last bit of Fang Qingyu’s worries instantly dissipated.
The angle of mockery on his lips suddenly turned into a cold, murder-filled smile.
Facing Jiang Taixuan’s almost fiery gaze, Fang Qingyu finally spoke.
His voice was not loud, yet it resonated clearly in Jiang Taixuan’s ears:
"I laugh at you..."
"As a worthless, disgusting worm..."
"Yet unaware of it!!!"
Boom—!!!
The moment the words fell!
The dormant Qi Blood within Fang Qingyu erupted like a volcano, silent for millennia.
The dark gold dragon scale patterns flashed across his body, a pressure as heavy as a mountain, as domineering as the Dragon God, mingled with violent Thunder and world-consuming Tribulation Fire, swept out like an invisible storm.
The Power of Red Bright Tribulation Fire and Bone-Eroding Thunder, like boiling lava, instantly entwined his body.
Interweaving into a layer of dark gold and purple-green fusion of Thunder Fire armor.
At the same time.
The viscous Eternal Night Territory around, as if alive, crazily converged and compressed towards Fang Qingyu’s body.
The profound darkness no longer a diffuse Domain but transformed into flowing black Armor.
They wrapped around his limbs and core, perfectly merging with the Thunder Flame Energy on his surface.
Finally, forming a sinister, heavy, dark gold Thunder Flame burning, thick black flowing...
Eternal Night Radiant Armor!
Fang Qingyu seemed to have transformed into the master of Thunder and Darkness returning from the Abyss.
Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash swiftly unleashed!
The blade pointed directly at the hunched figure ahead.
The killing intent, like a tangible cold tide, instantly froze the entire space.
"Kill——!!!"
Chu Kuanglan was the first to let out an earth-shattering roar, the Giant Sword raised once more.
The Shikong Buddha Staff’s golden light surged violently.
Liu Hanyan’s Golden Sword buzzed.
Everyone’s attacks, simultaneous with Fang Qingyu’s outburst, once again launched ferociously.
The target was only one.
Jiang Taixuan!
However...
Confronted with this even more violent, more lethal torrent of assault, facing Fang Qingyu transformed into a Dark Thunder Flame Demon God...
The extreme rage of Jiang Taixuan.
The ferocity and madness on his face ebbed rapidly like the tide.
Replaced by a peace that made one’s heart shiver.
A peace that seemed to see through everything, carrying endless sorrow and a trace of cruel delight.
As if he hadn’t seen the impending light of destruction poised to engulf him.
He just slowly, from the liner of his worn-out winter jacket, pulled out a small, inconspicuous black pouch.
The pouch appeared to be crudely stitched from some sort of animal skin.
The surface bore no patterns, only a deep darkness that seemed to absorb light.
"I know..."
Jiang Taixuan’s voice turned uncannily calm, even with an odd gentleness, as if giving final instruction to a group of unruly children.
"You brats, each of you has a heart for rooting out evil..."
"And loathing injustice... thinking this old man should’ve died long ago... shouldn’t be living off others’ blood until now..."
He raised his head, his murky gaze sweeping over the charging Fang Qingyu, over the Shikong enveloped in gold, over the Sword Qi-ridden Liu Hanyan...
His expression was complex to the extreme.
There was pity, sarcasm, and a tinge of... profound fatigue.
"But do you know..."
Jiang Taixuan’s voice suddenly rose, laden with a heart-wrenching grief and resentment:
"During that battle, to protect them! To protect this city! To protect your ancestors!!!"
"My wife! My children! All my kin! They all died!!! Not one made it!!!"
"My bloodline... for the Glazed Light City... was utterly wiped out!!!"
His emaciated fingers tightly grasped that black pouch, knuckles turning white from exertion.
"Now..."
"I am merely taking a bit of their blood... from those ungrateful bastards, those who enjoy the peace traded with mine and my kin’s lives..."