846 Did You Screw Her or Did She Screw You

"Help Fang Zhengzhi? Are you trying to…" Yan Xiu was somewhat dazed. He glanced at the one-sided battle again and his expression quickly changed a little.

"Yes. This Heaven Alliance Meeting's Martial Arts Competition will affect the future prospects of the Holy Region. Yin Yang Hall must become the final victor. Xiu… Are you willing to do it?" Dao Xin replied and nodded softly with a complicated expression on her face. She seemed eager but also unwilling.

"The final victor…" Instead of answering her question immediately, Yan Xiu quietly looked at Dao Xin as if he was contemplating.

"Xiu, I know that you wouldn't do such a thing given your personality. However, if you don't do this, once Fang Zhengzhi wins the competition, I'm afraid that Yin Yang Hall's future may be…"

"Do I have to do this?" Yan Xiu interrupted Dao Xin.

"Yes." Dao Xin nodded again.

Yan Xiu fell silent again, but not for long. He suddenly asked, "Could you tell me why Fang Zhengzhi wants to kill you?"

"It's because of… You!" Dao Xin trembled, but she quickly answered with certainty.

"Because of me?" Yan Xiu was startled and his expression finally changed.

In fact, even Dao Hun and several other Yin Yang Hall's elders' expressions changed visibly after they heard Dao Xin. They looked like they wanted to say something, but they eventually held their tongues after seeing Dao Xin's eye gesture.

Dao Xin replied at this moment, "Yes, it's because of you. However, the details are too complicated and there isn't time to tell you everything at the moment. However, you should know that it was Hallmaster and I who saved your life."

"Ok… I understand." Yan Xiu nodded softly after hearing her. He took a step forward without asking another question.

His robe swayed in the mountain breeze.

Without much hesitation, Yan Xiu bolted towards the altar after taking a step forward. His eyes even turned completely black in an instant.

"Yan Xiu?!"

"Why did he come out?"

"Is Yin Yang Hall going to help Nangong Hao?"

All the surrounding disciples were astonished to see Yan Xiu bolting towards the altar. After all, no one knew what he was going to do when he rushed out at this moment.

"No, Yan Xiu is charging towards Nangong Hao!" Although the disciples were a little taken aback, they quickly discovered that Yan Xiu's target was Nangong Hao instead of Fang Zhengzhi.

Boom!

Nangong Hao, who was already exhausted, immediately took five steps back. A hint of surprise appeared in his bloody eyes.

However, it disappeared quickly.

That was because he saw Yan Xiu.

Although Yan Xiu looked a little strange at the moment because of his unreasonable coldness, his appearance didn't change significantly.

"Have you finally decided to join the fight?" Nangong Hao's tone was chilling. The cloth behind his back was completely drenched in sweat because he had expended an enormous amount of his strength.

"You don't seem to be very surprised, do you?" Yan Xiu stood at where Nangong Hao was standing and slowly took out a Silver Blood Fan.

"Surprised? Haha, I'd be surprised if anyone else joined the fight, but why would I be surprised if it's you?" Nangong Hao's lips curled into a ruthless smile, but he gripped his Wuwei Sword tighter.

He didn't know how strong Yan Xiu was currently. After all, Yan Xiu's fight had already ended when he arrived.

However, Yan Xiu's previous blow had shown that his offensive power had long surpassed a normal Sage.

'Did…'

'Yan Xiu become a Sage as well?'

Nangong Hao was angry but he looked somewhat bitter. After all, everyone knew about Yan Xiu and Fang Zhengzhi's relationship.

Of course, that was Nangong Hao's perspective. The Five Sects of the Holy Region that had witnessed Yan Xiu's fight didn't share the same idea.

"Is Yin Yang Hall trying to steal the credit?" Mo Shanshi squinted and naturally looked towards Dao Xin and Dao Hun.

However, both of their expressions were hidden beneath their mask and veil.

"What is Yin Yang Hall… Trying to do?" Mu Qingfeng also frowned. After all, no one would think that Yin Yang Hall was simply trying to 'help' by sending Yan Xiu out at this instance.

Meanwhile, at Shadow Sect, Yan Qianli looked equally confused as he said, "Didn't Xiu'er lose his memory? Why would he join the fight now? Is it possible that he didn't lose his memory?"

Yan Qianli couldn't wrap his head around this. After all, he was subconsciously hoping that Yan Xiu didn't lose his memory as Heavenly Oasis Saint had claimed.

"I'm afraid that it's Dao Xin's instruction!" Heavenly Oasis Saint's eyes lit up as he glanced at Dao Xin.

"Old man, I can't agree with that. I'd personally educated Xiu'er since he was young, so how could he not know right from wrong? I don't believe that he would blindly follow a woman's command without a good reason!" Yan Qianli rebutted.

"His personality would obviously change after losing his memory. How does that have anything to do with your education?" Heavenly Oasis Saint also argued.

"Personality is the core of a man, just like the roots of a tree. How can it change so easily?"

"Old man Yan, you're being unreasonable!"

"Regardless, I don't believe that Xiu'er would do something against his conscience!"

"Master, Lord Yan, do you two have to keep quarreling?" Wu Yuer chimed in at this moment with a helpless expression.

"Fine fine fine, we'll stop." Heavenly Oasis Saint smiled bitterly when he heard her and stopped arguing. However, he was visibly worried as he gazed at Yan Xiu and said, "I hope old man Yan is right this time…"

…

While the surrounding disciples were shocked and Yan Qianli was arguing with Heavenly Oasis Saint, Bai Fei, the young man who had been sitting at the front of Nine Pinnacles Mountain's corner, was tapping the armrest of his chair softly.

Thud, thud…

It was calm and the pause between each thud was completely identical. This meant that his state of mind was as calm as water and completely unaffected by the change in the situation.

As compared to Bai Fei's calmness, Fang Zhengzhi seemed a little carefree.

He retracted his hill-like armor and bounced towards Yan Xiu. It didn't feel like he was engaged in a life or death battle at all.

"You're here, Yan Xiu. Nangong Hao is about to go down, let's beat him together!" Fang Zhengzhi smiled brightly at Yan Xiu as he said that.

"Together? Why would you invite me to join you? Don't you mind my involvement at this moment?" Yan Xiu was a little startled and his expression was somewhat awkward.

"Mind? Why would I mind?" Fang Zhengzhi scanned Yan Xiu from head to toe with a puzzled look.

"You don't mind?" Yan Xiu appeared to be unconvinced.

"By the way, there is something that's on my mind. What exactly did Dao Xin do to you? You actually stopped me from killing her, and you even seemed to have joined Yin Yang Hall?" Fang Zhengzhi asked in a curious tone.

"She saved me." Yan Xiu replied flatly.

"Yup, I know that." Fang Zhengzhi nodded and replied. Then, he glanced at Dao Xin and continued, "So, did you screw her?"

"Screw?" Yan Xiu couldn't react.

"You didn't screw her? Did she screw you instead? Oh… Now I remember. When I went to Yin Yang Hall to kidnap her previously, I seemed to have placed the two of you on the same bed. However, you should be in a coma back then. Could something like that happen even under those circumstances?" Fang Zhengzhi was a little speechless.

"…" Yan Xiu's lips twitched, and he was somehow at a loss for words. However, he heard something clearly.

'Went to Yin Yang Hall to kidnap her?'

'Her?'

'Dao Xin?'

'Most importantly, he placed Dao Xin and I on the same bed? Why do I have no memory of such a thing? Moreover, Dao Xin has never mentioned this before.'

While Yan Xiu was extremely confused and about to ask more questions, a stream of bloody light that was filled with anger appeared in front of him.

"Die!" Nangong Hao was really angry. He was disregarded over and over again, so he couldn't possibly keep enduring and wait for Fang Zhengzhi and Yan Xiu to finish their conversation.

The bloody light soared into the sky.

A violent and gory aura permeated the air. Nangong Hao's sword was obviously aimed at Yan Xiu. It appeared before him almost instantaneously.

Motionless was also equivalent to motion!

It was a completely silent and inert sword.

It was extraordinarily fast!

However, there was another sword that was even faster. Furthermore, it was equally silent. The only thing that flashed in the air that a stream of devilish purple light.

Boom! The two swords collided and unleashed a violent shockwave towards the surrounding area and blew away the rubbles on the ground. Nevertheless, Fang Zhengzhi shielded Yan Xiu without hesitation.

"Nangong Hao, why are you getting worse and worse? Did you actually just try a sneak attack, and failed? Lalala, aren't you awfully angry? If you're angry, you should talk about it, or you could even shout it out. Ahhhhhh… Just like that!" While Fang Zhengzhi laughed and said that, he also charged towards Nangong Hao.

"Fang Zhengzhi, I'm going to kill you!"

"Yo? Are you mad? You should be mad. If I were you, I definitely couldn't tolerate this." Fang Zhengzhi smiled and punched Nangong Hao's Wuwei Sword.

Boom!

Nangong Hao's face turned red and he was forced back by 10 steps again. His chest was moving up and down, clearly a sign that he was about to vomit blood due to extreme anger.

"Wa, don't hold it in. Since it's just a matter of time before you vomit blood, you should do it now so that you could at least be a fountain before you die, right?"

"Pftt!" Nangong Hao spat out a mouthful of blood right away. He had never been so angry before.

This scene undoubtedly left the surrounding disciples speechless.

If they were asked to choose their most unwanted opponent, all of them would pick Fang Zhengzhi without any hesitation.

Winning and losing was part and parcel of a martial arts competition, and that was perfectly fine. However, such a competition would probably leave a mental scar in anyone's heart.

That was because this was more than just winning or losing.

It was a kind of humiliation…

Most importantly, Fang Zhengzhi happened to be ridiculously strong.

Nangong Hao was unquestionably strong, however, after he ran into Fang Zhengzhi, this became a disaster rather than a fight.

"Xiu!" Dao Xin's voice wasn't too loud, but Yan Xiu heard it clearly.

Yan Xiu clenched the Silver Blood Fan tighter and glanced at Nangong Hao, who was on the verge of defeat. He stopped hesitating and dashed towards him directly.

"Bloody Landscape!" He yelled softly.

Countless bolts of black light rose from the ground and each of them was like a sharp claw. They were waving in the air and formed a massive Mountain River Illustration.

However, the Mountain River Illustration was no longer crimson…

It was black as ink.

Nangong Hao's expression changed a little because he could feel the power of the Bloody Landscape. It was as chilling as Asura Hell and that made his heart tremble.

"Is that Dao of Asura? Why does it feel different?" Nangong Hao felt puzzled.

However, this was no time to be puzzled because the Bloody Landscape that had surrounded him made him feel like he was sinking in a mud pond.

Most importantly, it seemed to be hiding an endless amount of killing intent.

Without much hesitation, the bloody light in his eyes began spinning crazily. As the eight bloody symbols rotated, the black light around him flowed into his body continuously.

Fang Zhengzhi moved at this moment. After years of working together, he naturally knew Yan Xiu's move.

Although this Bloody Landscape seemed a little different, Fang Zhengzhi wasn't someone who cared about the details.

Red or black?

That was obviously unimportant.

As soon as Bloody Landscape appeared, Fang Zhengzhi jumped above it and completely fused with the Bloody Landscape instantly.

Then, a stream of light descended from the Bloody Landscape.

Nangong Hao was just about to dodge it, but it had already appeared in front of him, just like a radiance that suddenly bloomed in the night.

Slash! Blood gushed out.

The sword entered through his shoulder and almost tore his chest apart. If Nangong Hao hadn't managed to take half a step back at the critical moment, this sword would have severed his arm.

"So powerful! Fang Zhengzhi and Yan Xiu's coordination is impeccable!"

"That's right!"

"Nangong Hao is definitely going to lose against the two of them!"

The spectating disciples were also frightened by that sword after they saw the bone-deep wound on Nangong Hao's shoulder.

Meanwhile, Yan Xiu frowned when he saw this. He glanced at Nangong Hao, then at Fang Zhengzhi, who was smiling brightly, and thought to himself, 'Why does it seem like he knew I was going to use this technique?'