“Sikong Yi, you old rogue, where do you think you’re going?!” Duan Jian furiously roared as a giant Black Dragon figure appeared around his surroundings as he threw a palm down.
The berzerk-like energy used an unparalleled speed and impacted Sikong Yi, mercilessly smashing him to the ground.
Boom!
When a huge crater was created from Sikong Yi’s body, his wings broke in half, spitting blood and looking very miserable. He used a secret technique of the Silver Winged Family and raised his strength to the limit. Even so, he still wasn’t Duan Jian’s opponent. After suffering that frightening attack, his cultivation has been wasted.
“How could I lose to the hands of Duan Jian? A bastard son!” Sikong Yi’s heart was filled with indignation and was unable to resign himself to the truth.
Sikong Yi raised his Black Flame Sword and he slashed it down towards Sikong Yi while he furiously roared, “Die!”
“Father!” When Sikong Yi was about to die, Hongyue flew over, waving her huge sword and got between Sikong Yi and Duan Jian.
Boom!
Sikong Hongyue was pushed back and traces of blood leaked from her mouth. However, she continued to shield Sikong Yi as her gaze proudly stared at Duan Jian.
Duan Jian’s sword paused for a moment when he saw Sikong Hongyue’s unbending expression. He recalled something from when he was a child. He still remembered himself trying to protect his parents as though his life depended on it. However, his weak body couldn’t withstand those wolves and tigers of the Silver Winged Family.
In the end, under his wailing, his parents were killed. He witnessed the scene and yet, he couldn’t do anything about it.
How similar is the current Sikong Hongyue compared to the him of the past?
“I can let you go, but Sikong Yi, that old rogue, has to die! Get lost, otherwise, I will kill you along with him!” Duan Jian took a step forth and thrust his Black Flame Sword forward.
Pshh!
Black Flame Sword streaked across Sikong Hongyue’s neck and fresh blood flowed down. However, Sikong Hongyue continued to coldly stare at him, “Duan Jian, I never imagined that we, father and daughter, would lose to your hands. Kill as you wish. However, if you want to kill my father, you have to pass through me!”
Duan Jian stared into Sikong Hongyue’s pupils as his brain became filled with countless memories. His foe is before him and he could undoubtedly get the result with a slash. However, at this moment, he actually stopped.
He dreamt of taking down Sikong Yi’s head countless times, but at this time, he hesitated.
When Duan Jian paused, a long lasting sighed sounded, “Two wrongs don’t make a right. Sikong Yi’s cultivation has already been wasted. Even if you don’t kill him, he won’t have any standing in the Abyss Prison Realm. Furthermore, his life force has already been drained. He won’t be able to live for more than three days. Why don’t you let go of the hatred in your heart. If you place your hatred down, only then can you comprehend the Dao of heaven and earth……”
The voice was light and distant and the source couldn’t be found.
Nie Li lightly knitted his brows. A person came into his mind, did these words come from that insane old man?
Duan Jian looked over the surrounding area, but couldn’t see who the one saying those words. Seeing the miserable Sikong Yi and Sikong Hongyue, the hatred within his heart slowly dissipated. Sikong Yi’s cultivation has already been wasted, even if he doesn’t take actions himself, the other families won’t let him off. Sikong Yi will definitely die, henceforth, his vengeance could be considered fulfilled.
Duan Jian sheathed his Black Flame Sword as he slowly moved towards the direction of Nie Li.
Seeing Duan Jian’s actions, Nie Li sighed in his heart. Since Duan Jian was able to let go of the vengeance in his heart, his cultivation will benefit greatly in the future. Thanks to the old man, Duan Jian was able to let go of the baggage in his heart.
Watching the back figure of Duan Jian, Sikong Hongyue stared at him with a blank expression for a long time. Suddenly, she went frantic and screamed at his back figure, “Why didn’t you kill us?! Why didn’t you kill us?! Are you taking pity on us? We don’t need your sympathy!”
Duan Jian turned his head back and took a glance at the father and daughter, Sikong Yi’s eyes were filled with emptiness. He coldly said, “The reason I didn’t kill the both of you is because that would dirty my hands. I don’t want to become someone like you! However, there will definitely be someone that will seek justice from both of you!”