Chapter 629: I Want Them Alive!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The masked leader in black let out a furious howl. His eyes flared with a terrible glint of bloodlust. He had exerted even more force to ensure that he could exterminate Shangguan Lingxiu in the shortest amount of time possible and still maintain his initial attacking direction to ambush Yun Yang once more. He could not afford to botch up the timing of events!
Right at this critical juncture, a bright beam suddenly appeared. It was indescribably radiant, like a galaxy that had suddenly fallen from the sky to land in the middle of both swords.
A saber had materialized out of thin air, coalescing precisely where the two swords would collide!
The distance between the swords was only about a finger's width apart, just before a violent collision was about to happen. It was within this thin hair of a distance that the saber took its position.
The saber's presence was mysterious, having appeared out of nowhere. Everyone present was at a loss as to where it could possibly have come from.
Moreover, the saber's form was extremely elegant and perfectly streamlined. A single glance at the saber was enough for one to feel its dazzling luminosity. Anyone who saw this saber would involuntarily admit that this saber was second to none in this world!
Then, this saber brutally swung itself towards the leader's sword.
Right as the saber emerged and wondrously stopped the collision, Shangguan Lingxiu felt an arm pulling her shoulder gently, stopping her forward motion at once. The arm then pushed her softly before she flew backward in a graceful arc. A faint voice spoke, "Don't worry. I am here!"
A loud bang could be heard then. Countless light rays erupted from where the sword and saber collided. Amidst the luminescence, Yun Yang's howl could be heard ringing through the clouds, "Come!"
The voice was laced with unspoken confidence and flippant madness. It was a sense of pride that triumphed over the world.
What followed closely was an exclamation that came from somewhere among the throng, "How can this be? How is this possible?"
A wraith emerged and engulfed the entire space in the vicinity. Another loud yell that clearly belonged to King Yun Xiaoyao resonated in the air, "Kill! No one is to escape!"
"Who dares to ambush my boss?"
"Young master!"
Countless silhouettes flitted all over the place as they darted down like rain pellets in a storm. An unstoppable force descended upon the battlefield.
A black shadow shot up and turned into a glimpse of dark light, fleeing towards the sky. It defended itself against several attacks and impediments along its way. It managed to charge through the wraith and swiftly vanished, escaping the heavy siege.
The shadow was the masked leader of the black-clothed assassins. His cultivation base was the highest among the killers and he strictly followed his own timing; in addition, he had never participated in the siege against Yun Yang, thus he possessed the most complete combat power. Not only did Yun Yang's saber strike save Shangguan Lingxiu from death's grip, it had destroyed the leader's prized sword instantly, almost crushing him in the process.
Seeing that Yun Yang's current ability was so powerful, the leader knew that only death awaited him if he were to stay. Catching sight of the wraith that was materializing in the air, he knew that the experts affiliated with Yun Yang had finally come to his rescue. He was swift in deciding to break free of the encirclement and escape promptly.
Despite his shrewd judgment and fortunate escape, he did not leave unscathed. Just as he charged through the wraith, he still spat out gouts of blood. However, such a price tag was far different from those others which paid death with their lives!
The tables were turned now. Not only had Yun Yang's relief troops arrived, Yun Yang's individual combat power had suddenly spiked. The ambush had failed, it was impossible to do anything else now.
Moreover, the relief troop's strength was higher than theirs. The Concourse of the Underworld was assisting them as well. The gap between the strong and the weak was distinct. Combining them with Yun Yang, whose combat power had suddenly escalated, it was destined that the rest of the assassins would never be able to leave.
The masked leader of the assassins believed as much. He was even certain that he would be captured as well if he had hesitated just a little longer.
Consequently, in the final point before Marquis Yun's voice had emerged and when the Concourse of the Underworld's wraith had yet to assemble itself, he had leveraged on the rebound from Yun Yang's attack to soar into the sky and leave at once – without even turning back.
Looking at where the masked leader had escaped to, Yun Yang stared at the direction thoughtfully.
It was not that no one had thought of stopping the masked leader from escaping; no one was able to. If Yun Yang were to work to contain him, he might succeed; after all, Yun Yang felt that his current state was his pinnacle, even better than when he was at his best! He would be able to stop the fellow, but he did not do so. Yun Yang allowed him to leave.
If the leader were not released, how could the Go playbook be sent to Sir Bi's place?
Yun Yang then glanced at the ten killers who were under the attack of forces brought by Yun Xiaoyao and Lao Mei as well as the ten Yama Kings of the Concourse of the Underworld. A cold smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth when he saw their pathetic state, stumbling about and almost falling without being attacked.
"Don't kill them, I want them alive!"
"Boss said it, he wants them alive!" It was Dong Tianleng.
The four young masters had rushed over, bringing their guards along as well.
The secure encirclement surrounded the assassins like steel buckets that were lined around a mountain.
A white shadow flitted across. Ji Lingxi appeared before Yun Yang. She eyed him from top to bottom before asking softly, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes. Never better." Yun Yang smiled.
When Yun Yang finally breathed in relief, he actually felt rather dizzy. His gaze was quite blurry as well. These were the symptoms of extreme fatigue, the waves of exhaustion crashing into him all at once the moment he let his guard down.
"Mm."
Ji Lingxi smiled and was no longer bothered with Yun Yang. She came to Shangguan Lingxiu and asked, "Sister Lingxiu, are you fine?"
Shangguan Lingxiu smiled softly and answered, "Of course I am fine. Young Master Yun was the one who toiled in this battle. It's best if he's sent back to rest as soon as possible."
Ji Lingxi nodded and said, "Sister Lingxiu, come back with us. It's easier for us to discuss any matter that arises as well."
Shangguan Lingxiu bit her lip, intending to reject the lady's offer. As she glimpsed at Yun Yang's pale face, her worry lingered, so she answered simply, "Very well."
After some ruckus, ten exhausted and thoroughly wounded killers were captured alive without much difficulty. A handful of them had collapsed like a pile of mud before their meridians could be sealed after being captured. They sweated profusely, tongues hanging up while they wheezed, eyes rolling up like they were about to die from fatigue.
As for those belonging to the Concourse of the Underworld, they had disappeared in unison right after they sent the killers back to the Residence of Yun. Before they vanished together, all their eyes were trained on Yun Yang with a very particular gaze, like they were looking at a freak.
One must certainly feel assured for being seen as a freak by the organization that the entire martial world acknowledged as one.
King Chujiang said, "Say… Young Master Yun is truly impressive. He can do things that others can't! King Qinguang, this alliance that you forged is really an unpredictable mystery – how unusual."
King Qinguang was speechless.