Chapter 65: This Young Master Slugs It Out

Chapter 65: This Young Master Slugs It Out

I help in the beginning, and I help in the end. Chen Haoran couldnt help but have these thoughts as he hurtled down to the boat below. Patriarch Lan, a rather kindly-looking old grandfather, made his jump look like an elegant walk compared to Chen Haorans own undignified fall. The rising angel fell and locked eyes for a single second before their trajectories took them away from each other. Phelps squealed in glee at the rush of wind before letting go of his back and free-floating in the air. He didnt pay much more attention to Phelps. He knew how to take care of himself. Instead, Chen Haoran cycled qi to his limbs and braced for impact.

He had easily jumped down from a height of a hundred feet. For Qi realms, this was still a wall that would seriously injure, if not kill them, if they took it the wrong way. For Chen Haoran, he didnt have too many wrong ways anymore.

He hit the boat like a cannonball and smashed through the top deck into the hold below. Lan Fen had said there were only four people, all Ninth-Layer Qi realms, with Lan Yao being the most dangerous.

No pressure.

He gripped both of his Swiftwind Scimitars, and with a flex of his qi, he burst out the hole he had made. The power within his blades activated but rather than cross them, he spun around, whirling his swords at anything near. Immediately he was rewarded with a cry of pain and a blood spray, and then was it with the pressure of four different cultivators crashing on his shoulders. He rallied his own qi and turned to stare at Lan Yao, whose own eyes were practically glowing with murder.

Long time no see, he said, waving at her.

You, she growled. She clutched her spear in a white-knuckle grip. With a vicious shriek, she leapt at him, swinging the spear with all her might. He caught the haft of the spear on his swords. Lan Yao planted her feet with a roar and pushed the swing through, sending Chen Haoran careening towards the ship's railing and cracking it in half when his back slammed against it. The other Ninth-Layers rushed at him, weapons screeching with qi, and chopped the rest of the railing to pieces as he rolled out of the way and slashed his scimitars at their feet. They hastily avoided it by leaping into the air. Phelps dropped on the head of an older Ninth-Layer, and the man and sloth screamed and tumbled into the water together.

Lan Yao thrust her spear to run him through. His eyes widened with a warning from his qi sense, and he dodged rather than block the blow. He could practically feel the wind rushing past him from the spears force. Lan Yao came equipped with a Profound-rank weapon.

Chen Haoran skipped backward to give himself breathing room. His sword glowed blue. The other Ninth-Layers didnt give him time, and he was forced to duck, an axe to his head. These two Lans seemed to be twins; one used an axe, and the other wielded a mace. Their teamwork was impeccable as they alternated attacking high and low. His back pressed against the cabin of the boat while the twins closed on his left and right, allowing Lan Yao to prowl down the center.

You, she said.

Weve established that already, I think.

This is all your fault.

Chen Haoran blinked. Pardon?

Lan Yao ground her teeth. If it werent for you, none of this would have happened. I had everything planned perfectly, and because of you, the Lan family has been pushed to this point!

Hey, now thats taking away a lot of agency and responsibility from Lan Fen, he said. Still, despite his protests, Lan Yao wasnt that wrong. Without him in the picture, things would probably be significantly different, although Arent you overestimating the Lan family too much?

Lan Yao and the twins attacked all at once, and he narrowly avoided Lan Yaos insane spear thrust by leaping to the roof of the cabin. Lan Yao was quick to follow, and another thrust came down like a ballista bolt, just barely missing his shoulder and burying into the cabin roof. Chen Haoran quickly dropped his sword and held the spear handle firmly. Lan Yao cycled her own qi to desperately rip the spear away but was forced to let go when he swung the other scimitar around. She backed away and glowered at Chen Haoran; her palms glowed emerald green.

I remember the last time you slapped me with your palm, he said.

I should have killed you in that restaurant. This time Ill carve it into your body!

You mongrel, dont tell me a storage bag is all you have, you broke bastard!

White Tyrant? Chen Haoran sputtered. He looked into the sky. It was Lan Fen, except it wasnt because she was flying, and her hair and eyes were glowing white.

Come on, you bottom-feeder, The White Tyrant jeered with Lan Fens body. The least you can do is entertain me while Im still here.

He snorted in disgust. To think I have to spend energy to fly, what a disgrace.

Lan Fen, growled Patriarch Lan. Do you think letting yourself be possessed by a demon will be enough to defeat me?!

Hey, Junior, pay your respects, barked the White Tyrant. Ive eaten more salt than youve ever had rice.

Youre only in the Qi realm, Patriarch Lan hysterically shouted. The leaves on his tree glowed a bright emerald green and whipped around like a giant snake. His eyes suddenly widened. Are you breaking through to the Liquid Meridian Realm?!

As above, so below, the White Tyrant said. He glanced down and noticed Chen Haoran. Hey, moron. Although he was hundreds of miles in the air, it felt as if the White Tyrant were speaking right next to him. She'll die if I use my actual techniques, so I can only use this garbage. Consider yourself lucky and burn it into your memory.

Die! Roared Patriarch Lan.

The White Tyrants Sword glowed blue-white. The world flashed white in Chen Haorans eyes, but he couldnt look away. A white line rapidly split down the length of the tree, and it began to dissolve into white light.

No, no, moaned the Patriarch even as he began to glow Emerald green around the white line that split him in half.

The White Tyrant lazily balanced his sword on his shoulder, staring up at the split in the clouds that had been formed.

Canyon Carving Sword, what trash. He spat and looked down at Chen Haoran. What kind of cultivator settles for a canyon? Even if youre trash, you should at least aim to split a planet.

The White Tyrant disappeared. Chen Haoran looked down at his icicle. He could see the white particles reflected in it like stars.

No, Lan Yao said as she watched Patriarch Lan become a rain of emerald liquid qi. No. No. No. No had become the only thing she could say in front of the horror she witnessed. Even so, she still walked toward Chen Haoran. The green light in her palms became brighter. When she stood in front of Chen Haoran, she didnt even look down at him, even though she slapped down with her palms.

Even though Lan Yao stood in front of him, he didnt even look up at her and focused on the icicle in his hand.

He swung once.

The green light disappeared. Blood spattered, and a long line opened up diagonally across Lan Yaos body as she died. The icicle shattered into fragments and dissolved. The ice in front of Chen Haoran broke.