YM778.TV Chapter 353: Let’s Forget about that Patch of Ocean
Chapter 353: Let’s Forget about that Patch of Ocean
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean sat straight up in the water, looking at Guo Dong backing up in the ocean, his eyes looking at her unsympathetically.
The movement of sitting up caused the blood to seep out from his body again, coloring the water red around him.
He was severely injured at the moment, so his strength was not what it usually was.
Pei Baifa was defeated by him back then, but he had been cultivating behind closed doors on the Longevity Mountain for many years and further improved his Cultivation state.
Though Pei Baifa was defeated again this time, the Godly Swordsman had also been wounded tremendously himself.
Yet, he was well aware that Pei Baifa was not the last fighter of today’s battle.
Pei Baifa couldn’t kill him.
Though this was his own judgment, he believed that those who dared plot against him would judge the situation the same way.
This judgment contained unimaginable confidence.
He didn’t try to control the wound. He pretended to be unconscious when falling into the ocean to wait for the final attack.
Even when Tong Lu was about to strike, he still kept his eyes closed.
He didn’t anticipate that Tong Lu would be hesitant to strike and the attacker would be an ordinary looking young woman.
The formidable and powerful sword will left the body of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean along with the blood to pierce toward the spot in the distance.
Guo Dong retreated to the deep end of the ocean, and her body almost disappeared in the darkness.
A white handkerchief appeared in her hand.
Pah!!!
A crack occurred on the handkerchief and spread apart, exposing the broken part of the silk threads, which looked like gold and jade.
This handkerchief was made from precious silk of the natural silkworms.
The sword will arrived again.
Another handkerchief appeared in Guo Dong’s hand.
A crack occurred on the handkerchief again and then spread apart.
Pah!!! Pah!!! Pah!!! Pah!!!
A barrage of noises sounded in the ocean.
Dozens of handkerchiefs were broken open and flew in the air like butterflies.
Nothing could block the sword will.
There was a small crack on Guo Dong’s front lapel.
A beam of light generated and then broke into countless light specks.
Her protective magic treasure was broken as well.
Guo Dong tilted her head up slightly, and a string of blood flew out from the corner of her mouth, floating in the ocean water.
Her body floated in the ocean water quietly as well, motionless.
But the expression in her eyes was still calm, devoid of any fear of death.
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Watching the young woman in the distant ocean, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean felt odd.
Based on her age, she had a very high Cultivation state, though it was nothing in comparison to his.
Yet, he sensed clearly that the young woman would be able to kill him with the thrusting palm if he had been really unconscious earlier.
It had nothing to do with the Cultivation state; it was related to the knowledge and experience.
Both her energy and her other traits indicated that she was indeed very young; however, he had never seen such an experienced and cool attacker.
He brought back his sight from the floating handkerchiefs in the ocean water and sent a spiritual awareness over.
“Who are you at the Water-Moon Nunnery?”
Guo Dong didn’t answer this question.
The scheme designed by Tong Yan hadn’t included her.
But she knew Tong Yan’s intention.
She hadn’t recovered her Cultivation state yet; but she came to the West Ocean nevertheless.
Pei Baifa was not the final blow, nor Tong Lu and Su Ziye. She was.
It was a pity that she didn’t kill Jian Xilai.
It would certainly be useless to strike now, she thought.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean wasn’t angered by her silence.
He turned around and looked at the green boat flying away in the distance.
The entire West Ocean could sense his powerful spiritual awareness.
“This is a scheme plotted by you people; but I came and you lost.”
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The green flying boat was the magic treasure of the Mysterious Dark Sect, which could travel at a fast speed. At the moment, it was about one hundred miles away from the Islands of West Ocean.
Yet, nothing could travel as fast as the spiritual awareness.
The thunder suddenly boomed in heaven and earth over the windless and peaceful ocean.
The thunder was the voice of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
Su Ziye lowered his head and suddenly said, “Stop pretending. They lost the fight over there.”
Pei Baifa opened his eyes slowly and said, “Even if I open my eyes, I still can’t see anything, because I’m blind.”
His gray eyeballs reflected the gray sky, devoid of any expression.
This statement seemed to have some deep meaning in it, and also seemed to have no meaning at all.
Looking at him, the expression on Su Ziye’s face was somewhat strange, saying, “He is too strong to be killed.”
Pei Baifa said, “Yes, I told you guys so.”
“But you still want to kill him,” said Su Ziye.
Pei Baifa said, “Someone has to kill him.”
Su Ziye stared into his eyes and said, “But you are going to die soon.”
“It is because I’m going to die.”
Pei Baifa paused for a moment and continued, “And I’m going to die.”
Su Ziye fell silent for a while, and suddenly struck as quickly as the lightning.
Pah!!!
His right hand went deep inside Pei Baifa’s chest.
At almost the same time, Pei Baifa wielded his palm as well.
Though he was about to die due to the severe wound, he was still a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State.
His wielding palm was like a patch of cloud returning to the mountain, light and blithe. It couldn’t be evaded.
Pah!!!
Pei Baifa’s palm hit Su Ziye’s head.
The thin layer of scales covered Su Ziye’s forearm, and the blood seeped out from those scales.
The back of Pei Baifa’s hand was full of wrinkles, exuding white smoke.
Su Ziye’s face was ashen, his body trembling. He seemed to be in great pain, sweat coming down like rainfall.
Pei Baifa showed a nonchalant expression, as he looked in a different direction.
“Don’t do it!”
An astonished scream suddenly came out over the surface of the ocean.
It was too late.
Su Ziye pulled out his hand from inside of Pei Baifa’s chest, a broken heart in his hand.
Pei Baifa’s weak and soft hand slid down slowly, as if it caressed Su Ziye’s face gently.
Su Ziye’s face was even paler than before, resembling the snow.
Pei Baifa said weakly, “The small boat will pass away from here.”
“Goodbye,” Su Ziye said in a low voice.
Pei Baifa closed his eyes, and no more breathing came out from his mouth.
The angry scream came from the surface of the ocean again.
“I will KILL you!”
A violent wind suddenly rose, and a magic treasure that looked like the fog and silk dropped down along with the mist, covering up the green boat.
It was the Huanxi Silk of the Water-Moon Nunnery.
He Zhan dashed over like a madman, soaking wet.
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The heaven and earth would always have some reactions to the death of a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State.
The patch of cloud suddenly appeared in the blue sky.
In the cloudless sky, this patch of cloud happened to block the sun altogether.
The whole West Ocean became dark.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was the first one to sense the death of Pei Baifa.
He fell silent for a while, and then waved his sleeve lightly.
Even though one couldn’t see the flowing of the ocean water at the bottom of the ocean, the rising ocean water caused by the waving sleeve was actually very violent and powerful.
It was like the sword he wielded, which seemed to be careless and invisible, but it was extremely formidable and lethal.
Guo Dong couldn’t dodge this wielded sword, and also she didn’t have the energy to do so.
They were all dead, and it was the time for her to die.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean knew she was an extraordinary young woman and must have her own story, but he didn’t want to hear it.
Knowing was often a sort of cause-and-effect.
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The sword light fell down.
The ocean water parted.
It was empty.
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The sword whacked on an empty spot.
Guo Dong disappeared from her original place.
As she reappeared, she was already a few miles away.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was a bit startled, looking at the place.
There were many dense bubbles in the ocean water, so the scene was somewhat blurred.
But he could see it clearly; it was a young man who had helped Guo Dong escape.
As he was startled for a split second, the young man led Guo Dong to a farther place. His movements were uncertain and amazing; he moved like a ghost, which was hard to describe.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean leapt out of the ocean and arrived in the sky.
He looked at the surface of the ocean. His sight extended further and further, and then he wielded his sword again.
The dreadful sword will wrapped the surface of the ocean.
Countless blood drops shot out like sharp arrows out of his skins.
A flash of the cold sword light headed toward a place a few miles away, noiselessly.
The Godly Swordsman paid no more attention to what would happen to that place and turned around to look at the green boat a few miles away. He whipped his right hand, and another sword light darted over.
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The magic treasure that was like fog and silk enveloped the green boat tightly, making it impossible for it to escape.
He Zhan rushed toward Su Ziye like a madman.
Su Ziye glanced at him sideways, turned around and left the spot.
A green leaf was added to the Huanxi Silk.
He Zhan fell onto the silk and caught Pei Baifa’s corpse as it fell from the sky.
The body in his arms had no temperature anymore, and the bloody hole in the old man’s chest looked astounding.
He Zhan’s face was very pale, and he was completely dumbfounded; he didn’t notice the sword light coming from a distance over the ocean at all. He was on the brink of being struck dead.
A string of sprays formed on the surface of the ocean.
Gu Qing leapt out by riding the sword and stood in front of He Zhan.
There was no way he could resist the wielding sword from the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
In a lightning-fast instant, Gu Qing remembered the instruction his Master told him before leaving.
“If you encounter any problem, toss the cat.”
Gu Qing, without hesitation, threw the white cat in his chest out at the sword light.
The white cat flew in the sky. His four limbs stretched out, the long hair flapping in the wind.
As the sword light arrived, it seemed as if a lightning occurred on the surface of the ocean.
As the white cat gave out a terrifying shriek, the wind and clouds gathered around his body, blocking the sword light.
Boom!!!
Countless huge waves as high as the mountains shot up over the ocean.
Gu Qing didn’t dare hesitate, riding the sword toward the east as fast as he could after covering He Zhan with the Huanxi Silk.
It was unclear when the white cat had returned to Gu Qing’s chest.
He lowered his head to lick his right front paw; blood stains were vaguely visible on it.
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The mountain like waves dropped back to the ocean, spraying a great deal of water that resembled downpour.
As the downpour fell, Su Ziye turned around and saw Gu Qing lead He Zhan as they fled, Su’s eyes devoid of any emotion.
He Zhan was dragged by Gu Qing in the silk net, looking like a pig being hauled to the slaughter house. The silk net touched the surface of the ocean now and then, bringing up the sprays.
Seeing the scene, Su Ziye suddenly laughed.
It didn’t take him long to return to the place where the crowd of the West Ocean Sword Sect were gathered.
“I’m lucky to have accomplished the task. Pei Baifa is dead.”
He said this while looking at the tall figure in the sky.
It turned out that Su Ziye had been a traitor.
Now that the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had already known the scheme, there was no way he could be killed.
Tong Lu spat onto Su Ziye’s face.
Though Su Ziye could dodge it, he didn’t. He just stood there quietly.
Pah!!!
The spit landed on his greenish face, making his face look even more disgusting and pale.
“You are a pile of sticky spit, greenish and stinky,” Tong Lu said while staring into his eyes.
Su Ziye didn’t try to defend himself, remaining reticent.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean looked at Tong Lu and asked expressionlessly, “What are you then?”
Tong Lu remained silent for a long time, and then said, “Master, I wish you were perfect.”
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean said, “Nobody is perfect, save the dead men.”
“Though this disciple didn’t mean that,” Tong Lu said, “this statement is correct.”
Having said that, the West Cold Sword left the bottom of his feet.
He fell down from the sky.
A flash of sword light came over.
The West Cold Sword grazed his throat, bringing out a line of blood.
Tong Lu’s body landed on the surface of the ocean.
His head separated slowly from his body after hitting the surface of the ocean.
His head and body drifted apart slowly on the surface of the ocean.
And then they sank to the bottom of the ocean leisurely.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean fell silent for a while, and said, “You didn’t dodge. It means you are regretful. Very good.”
He said this while looking at Su Ziye.
Either Su Ziye or the disciples of the West Ocean Sword Sect thought that he said this to Tong Lu.
It was quiet on the surface of the ocean. The sound of the waves was too faint to be heard.
“Who was the person that appeared later?” Su Ziye asked.
“Someone from Green Mountain.”
The voice of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was emotionless.
Su Ziye arched his eyebrows slightly, wondering if he was invited by Guo Dong, since the scheme designed by Tong Yan didn’t include the disciples of Green Mountain.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean looked at the patch of ocean ten miles away.
That person could travel so fast, meaning he must be an elder of a peak at the Green Mountain Sect. Since that person was hit by his sword, he would be dead for sure.
The nine peaks of Green Mountain were meaningless to him, save for Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing.
But, who was the one blocking his last sword?
He thought that he should use his spiritual awareness to ascertain the situation over there; but he was wounded severely by Pei Baifa that day, and...he was also somewhat tired.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean turned around and flew in the direction of the Islands of West Ocean.
Seeing his back figure, Su Ziye sensed that this unparalleled swordsman seemed to grow older.
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The dead fish drifted over now and then. Though they were limited in number, a few birds were nonetheless drawn by them and descended to eat them.
Some dead fish was washed by the waves to the beach.
On the beach were some more dead birds, broken woods and white foams, giving out a stinky smell.
As the ocean waves receded, there appeared two people on the beach holding together.
Jing Jiu lay on the ground, with Guo Dong crouching on his chest.
The ocean water dripped from his wet hair and landed on Jing Jiu’s face, awakening him.
Jing Jiu looked closely at her face, but he still couldn’t see anything familiar about her face.
Guo Dong looked at Jing Jiu’s face as well.
His face was handsome.
They were so close to each other. If she were another female, she would feel a bit embarrassed under the circumstances; but she didn’t have such feelings.
“How long are you going to lie like this?”
Jing Jiu said, “It should be a long time.”
She knew by now that he was injured and couldn’t get up.
The sound of the ocean waves faded away.
Guo Dong rolled off from his chest. She used all of her strength to complete this simple move.
Her sight fell on Jing Jiu’s body; she realized he was injured more severely than she had imagined.
Jing Jiu’s body had almost been cut in half, with only the spine intact.
There was a large gap in his waist.
If looking down from the above, one could see the sand underneath his body.
This was a bloody scene...and yet, there was no blood.
The fresh blood had been washed off by the ocean water a while ago. The broken-open muscles and the inner organs looked white after being washed by the ocean water; they actually looked very smooth, devoid of any dirt and other substances.
Guo Dong’s expression changed slightly.
It was not because Jing Jiu was still alive after being wounded so severely, or because he didn’t cry out due to the excruciating pain.
And it was not because the wielding sword from the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had such formidable power even a few miles afar.
“It’s the first time I have seen the inner organs so clean,” she remarked.
Jing Jiu asked, “Have you seen many inner organs?”
“No one has seen more of them than I have,” Guo Dong replied.
Jing Jiu mused that it was of course true.
The fire that burned for three months, or Lian Sanyue.
Tens of thousands of people had died at her hands.
She had naturally seen this sort of thing more than anybody else.