YM778.TV Chapter 419: 264: Xiang Li and The Momentum of Crushing Power
Chapter 419: 264: Xiang Li and The Momentum of Crushing Power
The Yihe Gate.
The man named Xiang Li, clad in black, stood at the foot of the mountain.
He had come alone.
Without bringing any reinforcements.
Not far away.
A stone stele, engraved with the words “Yihe Gate,” loomed.
The characters on the monument were audacious in their presentation.
The Power Sect’s base was marked by a similar stone stele, with identical inscriptions.
Both were penned by Li Wuji.
Staring at the stele.
Xiang Li remained silent.
People in the Martial Arts Association labeled him as disloyal and ungrateful.
But from the beginning to the end.
About Li Wuji.
Xiang Li always regarded him as a respected senior.
But being a senior… did not necessarily mean being right.
“Soon.”
Xiang Li slowly raised his head, murmuring to himself.
His gaze seemed to transcend limitless distances, focused on the highest peak of Yihe Gate.
“All of you will know.”
“That my choice, was the right one.”
As the words fell.
Xiang Li’s countenance swiftly turned austere.
As Sect Master of the Power Sect.
As one of the leaders of this operation.
He could not, nor would he allow himself to, show vulnerability.
Sacrifice.
In the face of the grand scheme of things, it was inevitable.
Step on.
Xiang Li advanced a step forward.
He passed by the stele.
The Yihe Gate.
“General!”
Sun Yihe pushes with both hands.
On the chess board.
Black and white chess pieces immediately become a mixed mass.
It could not be ascertained who previously had the upper hand.
“You, you, you.”
“An old man past seventy, still as childish as when you were young, resigning to cheating when losing.”
Witnessing Sun Yihe rise leisurely from the stone bench, Li Wuji cannot help but shake his head and chuckle.
Observing from behind him, Feng could not help but twitch her lips faintly.
This was indeed far different from the impression she had of Sun Yihe, the Association Committee Member.
It was strange though.
Generally, Li Wuji appeared frail and feeble.
But tonight, he seemed full of vigor.
His eyes were brighter than they had ever been, no longer dull and turbid.
In the depths of his gaze, it was as if a divine light was faintly circulating.
“Alright, alright.”
“Do you really believe that I would lose to you?”
Sun Yihe, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, snickered.
“Letting you steal a move, you sure know how to play the fool.”
Having said this.
He didn’t wait for Li Wuji’s rebuttal.
Impatiently, he gestured with his hand.
“Let’s go inside.”
“Guests have arrived.”
Hearing this.
Li Wuji showed no particular reaction.
But Feng, standing behind him, frowned abruptly.
She certainly didn’t anticipate a so-called “guest” arriving at a time like this.
The image of Xiang Li flashed through her mind.
Without a word, Feng immediately helped Li Wuji onto his wheelchair and headed towards the house in the courtyard.
Upon entering the room.
Feng was about to close the door.
Li Wuji… needed a little more time.
“Old Li.”
Just as Feng was about to shut the door.
Sun Yihe suddenly called out.
“Speak.”
Li Wuji responded without turning back.
Sun Yihe, still looking up at the sky, opened his mouth.
In the end, he just smiled foolishly.
“Never mind.”
“Go ahead.”
Again, he gestured with his hand.
Feng looked over at Li Wuji, her face showing hesitation.
Seeing the old man remaining calm, giving a light nod.
Eventually,
The door was slowly closed.
The view of the outside world gradually shrank.
When the door was left slightly ajar.
Feng caught a glimpse of it.
Outside the seemingly deserted courtyard.
A robust figure stood silently.
Within her perception,
Feng couldn’t detect any sign of a living creature approaching.
Her breath paused involuntarily.
But the actions of her hand didn’t stop.
With a click.
The door was tightly shut.
“Chairman….”
Feng turned around, looking at Li Wuji with a worried face.
“It’s fine.”
“It will be over soon…. almost there.”
In the depths of his eyes.
The divine light grew brighter.
Li Wuji had no choice but to close his eyes.
He clenched his fists tightly.
Outside the house.
Step on.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the courtyard.
Sun Yihe pulled his gaze away from the sky.
He looked at Xiang Li who was at the door.
He grinned, the wrinkles on his face bunching together.
As if he was seeing a friend, not an enemy.
“Here you are, you bastard.”
Faced with Sun Yihe’s ridicule.
Xiang Li remained impassive.
His gaze swept pass the inner house, paying no extra attention.
As long as he could get rid of Sun Yihe.
Li Wuji, with his lingering existence, and the men guarding him, were not a concern.
“Up until now,”
“You just can’t help but run your mouth, even as you wish someone would tear you to shreds.”
His cold gaze fell upon Sun Yihe.
“You injured yourself by spliting your power to send for help.”
“Now, how much power do you still have left?”
Before he came here.
Xiang Li had already received the news.
Right now, Sun Yihe’s seven clones are fighting against the different Personnel from the Power Sect.
Having fought with Sun Yihe for many years.
Naturally, he would not be unfamiliar with the existence of the Seven Demon Mental Method.
But it doesn’t matter.
As long as he quickly gets rid of Sun Yihe.
Those clones will naturally dissipate.
For this reason.
“Why don’t you try it yourself?”
When Sun Yihe spoke again.
The terrifying might landed in an instant.
In the pitch-black night.
Scarlet light suddenly burst out, coloring the sky above the mountain peak red.
In the courtyard, the leaves and branches of the ancient trees, visible to the naked eye, began to wither and fall.
“Come.”
A voice, without the slightest fluctuation, rang in Sun Yihe’s ear.
In the blink of an eye.
Xiang Li was already in front of him.
The arm, shimmering with red light, stirred up a boundless pressure, making his white hair flutter chaotically.
But Sun Yihe’s actions were not slow.
As soon as Xiang Li approached, he had prepared to block with his arm.
Boom!
Arm and fists collided fiercely.
Invisible ripples instantly spread out.
With a single punch.
The power was not particularly remarkable.
The only telltale sign was the spider web-like cracks that spread rapidly beneath his feet.
Burning.
An indescribable burning sensation.
That was Sun Yihe’s most direct feeling when he blocked Xiang Li’s fist with his arm.