Chapter 463 - Seven Trees
Unfolding in Chapter 463 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky": Yan Xiaoâs targetâŚwas Qing Qishu!Jiang Wang swiftly turned back, only to see the already weakened... Keep reading!
Yan Xiaoâs targetâŚwas Qing Qishu!
Jiang Wang swiftly turned back, only to see the already weakened Qing Qishu being pierced through the abdomen by another claw.
In the blink of an eye, he understood the reason.
He understood why Yan Xiao made this choice.
But how could he possibly say it out loud?
How could he tell Qing Qishu not to resist?
Jiang Wang could only tighten his grip on the sword and chase after with full speed.
The already frail Qing Qishu, having been abruptly clawed through the belly, was in such pain that he wanted to scream.
He was never a person of great toughness or patience, prone to shouting loudly over a simple fall.
His fists clenched reflexively, aiming a punch toward Yan Xiaoâs neck.
But in that instant, his gaze met Yan Xiaoâs and he saw a look in Yan Xiaoâs eyes.
Within the endless coldness, there was a faint glimmer of anticipation.
He then understood.
It was waiting for him to strike back!
It was waiting for Qing Qishu, an indigenous warrior of the Senhai Holy Clan from the Forest Sea Source Realm, to inflict damage, allowing it to revive and return after its âdeathâ!
His fist stopped just in front of Yan Xiao, with only the breeze from the punch gently stirring Yan Xiaoâs feathers.
Even this light movement of air was so gentle, like a loverâs caress, extremely cautious as if afraid of hurting it.
Of course, Yan Xiao understood that its intentions had been seen through.
It was furious, it was terrified.
Driven by fear, its fury only intensified!
Now with its left wing severed, its chest and abdomen pierced by that sword, and the Golden Needle wreaking havoc within, it was at its limit!
It couldnât run away, especially in its current weakened state.
Leaving the Yan nest would only make it weaker, rendering even its remaining abilities unusable.
Escape was simply impossible.
It lured Qing Qishu into counterattacking, thus making its own âdeathâ be tainted with the âcauseâ of the indigenous people of the Forest Sea Source Realm, to create the possibility of revival.
Under the circumstances, it was the best choice it could think of.
However, this Samurai in front of it was exercising such restraint!
Those eyes filled with immense hatred and loathing, yet also showing extreme restraint.
For a moment, Yan Xiao even contemplated true death.
True, eternal death.
For over eight hundred years, Yan Xiao had never experienced such fear.
It had always been the one to instill fear in others.
Indestructible and everlasting, how could it possibly feel fear?
Even when that bald head far stronger than these people arrived, it had never been pushed to such a brink.
Because back then, it was much stronger than now.
Since the loss of its strength became irreversible over five hundred years ago, it had been seeking new paths, new ways to enhance its power.
Constantly trying, constantly enduring.
It had seen the path ahead!
And then⌠this group of people came.
Attacking it, injuring it, and truly pushing it to this extremity.
Yan Xiao was enraged.
Especially at the Samurai confronting it head-on.
Just mere food, mere pets for it.
How dare they, how dare they look at it with such eyes?
Yan Xiao pecked forward fiercely, creating a hollow in Qing Qishuâs forehead!
It pecked through the skin, through the flesh, and cracked open the skull!
Qing Qishu fell heavily to the ground.
Because of his strong vitality, the fallen Qing Qishu was not yet dead.
His recovery abilities continued to surge, futilely trying to heal the gaping wound.
Meanwhile, Yan Xiao stood atop him, watching him coldly.
With its icy stare, it conveyed to the Samurai.
If you donât resist, you die!
Qing Qishu received the message.
He fully grasped the threat, the message communicated.
Am I afraid?
Am I afraid of you?
Am I one who fears death and craves life?
I am one who fears death and craves life.
I fear the hunt, I fear being killed by friends or killing friends.
I know itâs tradition, but Iâm afraid nonetheless.
But am I afraid of you, Yan Xiao?
Afraid of you, a monster?
Qing Qishu roared, âCome on!â
âCome on!â
âCome on!â
Endless hate and rage scorched his mind and body.
Yan Xiao was very lucid, but his posture became more frantic.
Afraid of death?
It didnât believe it!
Even it was afraid, even it knew fear!
It could feel its own weakening, and in such a state of weakness, it grew even more vicious,
Dark light suffused; the birdâs beak pecked continuously, again and again!
Qing Qishuâs forehead was pecked into a row of hollows.
Even his left eye, even his faceâŚ
But he just stood motionless, only screaming.
âCome on!â
Whoosh!
Yan Xiaoâs attack arrived, and so did Jiang Wang.
The frosty glow of the sword flashed past.
Yan Xiao, who was frantically attacking Qing Qishu in one final bet, had its head sent flying.
Jiang Wang had finally arrived.
It only hoped for Qing Qishuâs instinctive counterattack, but until the end, it never came.
Yan Xiaoâs almost man-sized body fell straight down, its owl head rolling on the ground of the nest several times before stopping.
The hero and the demon lay on the ground on opposite sides, an oddly perfect symmetry.
The choice between life and death was never an easy matter.
Jiang Wang crouched down and saw Qing Qishuâs face at that moment.
What kind of face was it?
âRiddled with thousands of holes,â a phrase that was always just an exaggeration, at this moment, became a concrete description.
Too ghastly to bear.
Even with Jiang Wangâs tough mind, he couldnât bear to look any longer.
But he couldnât bear not to look all the more.
âDeadâŚ
right?â
Qing Qishu asked wearily.
Jiang Wang glanced back at Yan Xiaoâs corpse, then turned to him and said, âDead.â
âAh, but that really hurts,â Qing Qishu gasped for breath twice: âMy faceâŚ
is it still handsome?â
The injuries he suffered would have killed any other person present long ago.
Only he, with his exceptionally strong vitality, could hold on till now.
But it was this very tenacity that caused him to suffer even more pain.
He kept talking also as a way to divert his attention.
âVery handsome,â Jiang Wang said.
âMr.
Zhang, everything about you is good, exceptâŚâ He seemed to want to laugh, but gave up due to the pain from his wounds being too intense: âYouâre too honest.â
Wu Quji and Su Qi, restored to her daughterâs form, walked up close, both without saying a word.
With Wu Qujiâs discernment, it was clear that Qing Qishuâs wounds were beyond hope.
At that time, Qing Qishu lying on the ground asked again, âAccording to what you said, beauties love heroes.
If I brought gifts back to Qinghua at a time like this, sheâd surely love them exceedingly, right?â
âDo you still not believe me?â Jiang Wang tried hard to say, âFrom my experience, she already loves you to the point of madness.â
âHmmâŚâ Qing Qishuâs eyes wandered as if imagining that wonderful scene.
âLetâs forget itâŚâ he said: âDonât send it.
I donât want her to think of me and be sad.â
Jiang Wang silently looked at him, unsure of what to say.
Qing Qishu then said, âYan Xiao is gone.
From now on, she can go see the end of the world herself.â
That night, Jiang Wang asked him if he had ever thought about going to the edge of the Forest Sea Source Realm.
He said it was a good idea and wanted to trick Qinghua into going with him to see it.
Now he understood that he couldnât go anymore.
Unable to secure his beloved, and unable to see the end of the world.
âMr.
Zhang?â he asked.
Jiang Wang watched him.
He seemed somewhat embarrassed and slowly said, âCan IâŚ
punch you once?â
Throughout this battle, from start to finish, he had been restraining the instinct to strike back.
His fists were clenched tightly, yet they had not touched his opponent once.
He was a samurai of the Holy Tribe, a very strong samurai of the Holy Tribe.
So tiredâŚ
So difficultâŚ
So aggrieved.
âYouâre showing very little respect for your teacher and the path,â
Jiang Wang said, âDonât let it happen again.â
Qing Qishu then raised his tightly clenched fist.
Gently, ever so gently, he touched it to Jiang Wangâs face.
And fell.