radicalducati Chapter 27 Guo Long
Chapter 27 Guo Long
Chapter 27 Guo Long
"You—what the hell are you?" The second brother's voice trembled noticeably, and the veins on his hand gripping the knife bulged.
Li Yi did not answer; the only response he received from his second brother was the changing light emanating from him.
After the holy radiance of the Heaven-Mending Technique faded, it was replaced by another kind of light.
gold.
The light burst forth from his body, instantly engulfing his entire being, like the rising sun, dazzling with golden light and flowing with precious radiance, making him appear solemn and sacred.
This was neither an explosion of elemental power nor the purple light of double pupils, but rather carried the domineering pressure of an ancient divine bird, causing one's mind to tremble violently.
In his eyes, the purple light of his double pupils intertwined with the golden divine light, forming a strange two-colored pupil. In his eyes, all things in the world were both as slow as a snail and as fast as thunder. The two extreme perceptions were perfectly integrated in him.
At this moment, Li Yi was covered in golden yellow, like a golden-winged roc, and swooped down towards his second brother.
He pushed his speed to the limit, lunging forward with a fierce and powerful aura.
The second brother's pupils shrank suddenly. He only felt a blur before his eyes, and Li Yi's figure disappeared from the spot, as if he had never appeared at all.
"Where is he?!" he exclaimed in shock, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
Not only him, but the other two who were still alive only saw a golden streak of light flash by, so fast that it was almost beyond their visual limits.
When Li Yi reappeared, he was less than two steps away from his second brother.
He made his move; his right arm swept across like a roc's wings, his palm and fingers turning golden, carrying an overwhelming force as he slashed down towards his second brother's neck.
Golden light engulfed the mountain valley.
The second brother's eyes reflected that golden light, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
He tried to dodge, but with his double pupils locked on, every move he made was anticipated, and every struggle he made was as slow as a snail's pace. He tried to raise his knife to block, but his arm felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and there was simply no time.
The golden palm blade sliced through the second brother's throat without any resistance.
There was no blood splattering because the speed was too fast. The wound was directly burned and sealed by the scorching Yuan energy attached to the palm blade the moment it was cut open.
The second brother's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat had already been cut open, and he couldn't utter a single word.
With a clang, the long sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
He knelt down, his body stiffened for a moment, then slowly fell forward, crashing heavily into the rubble, where he never moved again.
The golden light faded.
Li Yi withdrew his hand and let it hang down at his side.
The purple light in his double pupils slowly faded, returning to its normal state. He glanced down at his second brother kneeling before him, his eyes showing no emotion, and simply exhaled a breath of stale air.
The headless corpse lay in the pile of rubble, the wound on its neck sealed by the scorching Yuan energy, and not much blood was flowing out. But the head of the second brother beside it, with its wide-open eyes, was still staring straight at the sky, its pupils dilated, reflecting the empty blue.
Do not look down.
My second brother passed away peacefully.
Finally, it was quiet in the mountain valley.
The sun began to blaze, its rays pouring down without any obstruction, illuminating the corpses scattered on the ground, making the blood appear particularly glaring in the sunlight.
A strong, pungent, and sweet-smelling odor permeated the entire valley, lingering for a long time. This attracted several vultures that circled and swooped down, their hoarse cries breaking the silence of the forest as they greedily stared at the carcasses scattered below, waiting for their chance to feast.
Beside the pile of corpses, two people remained, barely clinging to life.
Li Yi slowly turned around, the golden light on his body completely dissipated, and his aura returned to normal. However, the coldness he had just experienced still made the two of them breathless.
Scarface sat leaning against a tree, his right arm bent at an odd angle, the white bone protruding from his flesh, a shocking sight in the sunlight.
His face was as white as a dead man's, his lips were dry and cracked, and he was breathing heavily. Each breath pulled at the wound on his severed arm, making him tremble with pain.
The fat man lay sprawled on the other side, his massive body curled up in a ball, blood still seeping from his chest, staining half of his robe red.
His dagger was nowhere to be found. He clutched his head, trembling violently, muttering the same few phrases over and over: "Don't kill me—don't kill me—I don't want to die—"
The scene of Li Yi's attack just now was etched into their hearts like a nightmare. The terrifying speed and domineering power were simply beyond their ability to resist.
Seeing their second brother lying lifeless on the ground, the two didn't dare to even breathe, their eyes filled with extreme fear.
Li Yi looked at them for a moment, then turned and walked towards them.
He walked slowly and steadily toward the two of them, his footsteps echoing clearly in the valley, each step on the gravel feeling like a blow to their hearts.
Scarface looked up, squinting as the sunlight stung his eyes. Backlit, the boy appeared taller than he actually was, the shadow he cast completely enveloping him.
"You—" Scarface's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "What else do you want?"
Li Yi didn't answer, but looked down at him with deep, unreadable eyes.
Scarface felt uneasy under his gaze. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he mustered his last bit of courage, gritting his teeth and saying, "Kill me if you want. I'm not a hero if I even flinch."
Li Yi's gaze was calm and undisturbed as he asked indifferently, "What's your name?"
Scarface was visibly taken aback, clearly not expecting that the first thing this terrifying young man said was not to accuse or attack, but to ask for his name.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile stained with blood, more hideous than a grimace, tinged with self-mockery and desolation, and said, "I—I am called Guo Long, but everyone calls me Scarface. I have been in the Blood Robe Sect for many years, and no one remembers my real name anymore. So much time has passed that even I have almost forgotten it myself."
Li Yi nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, and then asked directly, "The Blood-Clad Sect is located in Flame City?"
Upon hearing this, Scarface narrowed his eyelids slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He secretly weighed the deeper meaning behind the question, deliberating whether he should truthfully reveal the sect's secrets.
He already knew his fate. After a moment of silence, he stopped hiding it and slowly spoke, his hoarse voice echoing in the mountain valley: "The headquarters of my Blood Robe Sect is not located in Yan City, but on Blood Robe Mountain, thirty miles west of Yan City. The mountain is steep and easy to defend, making it the foundation of our Blood Robe Sect."
He paused briefly, enduring the excruciating pain from his severed arm, and continued to recount the events truthfully: "Wei Tong, the sect leader of the Blood Robe Sect, has reached the Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm. He is ruthless, arrogant, and vicious, and is known for his vindictiveness in the surrounding area. Gu Ying, the deputy sect leader, is not only a skilled cultivator but also a second-level talisman master, adept at using mental power for attack and calculation. He usually helps Wei Tong manage the sect's affairs and wields considerable power."
After saying this, Scarface suddenly let out a low chuckle, a laugh tinged with sadness and a hint of mockery.