“Emperor of the Central Plain, Wanyu has seen your true colours now,” Baimu said before he showed a clean pair of heels.
Contrary to the brashness that his appearance may have suggested, Baimu wasn’t brash or delusional enough to think he’d be able to successfully kill Emperor Yuansheng with his attack. Based off Lai Jingzhen’s breathing, Baimu could discern Lai Jingzhen was close to his brother’s level. Furthermore, there was no way Emperor Yuansheng only had one elite bodyguard.
Baimu’s attack wasn’t a last-ditch effort or suicide attack. He assumed Lai Jingzhen must’ve let him eavesdrop to either turn his own plan against him or was waiting for him to come down and spring the trap himself. They’d have to be sick in the head to let him escape after he heard their conversation.
Emperor Yuansheng was the man Baimu was most worried about. After all, Emperor Yuansheng carried on with his confidential conversation when he was aware Baimu was listening in. To him, Baimu was already a dead man, and every word he said moved the entrance to hell an inch closer. That was why Baimu eventually decided to escape.
Wanyu rose above the other ten states recently to become the strongest state. While having more land and a strong military were all important, the most important factor was that Xiacang Anxi’s Great Spirit Shaman resided on their lands. Naturally, the Central Plain’s imperial court would have a target on them. With that knowledge, Baimu decided to pose as someone from Wanyu to pit the Central Plain’s imperial court against them.
Although Quasi-Divine didn’t come with a bonus ability, such as Eclipse, their attributes were already way ahead of someone who hadn’t reached Quasi-Divine. In addition, Baimu’s twenty years of training empowered him to use Enlightenment six times with precise control. Up until now, it was supposed to be his trump card to defeat his brother.
As Baimu committed to a second attack, he drew out a feasible escape route in his mind, withholding 30% of his power for escaping. He tried to propel himself back with his feet, but he couldn’t pull his hand out of Lai Jingzhen’s clutch.
Lai Jingzhen occasionally frowned and spat on Baimu’s pants as he inspected his opponent.
“Who are you? Why would you stop me from killing that tyrant?!” Baimu didn’t know where he went wrong, but Emperor Yuansheng didn’t react shocked as he should’ve.
Emperor Yuansheng: Who is Wanyu? Why does he want to kill me? I don’t recall having any grudge with him.
“State Preceptor, take him in alive.”
He wants to torture me? You want to humiliate a great guya? I won’t let you look down on me!
Baimu ejected brown energy from his body to finally break Lai Jingzhen’s grip, ripping five trails of blood along Lai Jingzhen’s palm in the process.
Beussent thereupon got in front of A-Lan and Emperor Yuansheng to shield them: “That is Martial Paragon’s Phoenix King Darkthorns. There is only one other person besides Martial Paragon who can use the technique, and that is his younger brother, Baimu’s sacred beast – Baimu.”
Emperor Yuansheng: “Really?!”
Baimu: I thought you already knew!
Lai Jingzhen, meanwhile, was so enamoured with the style that advocated defence and attack in balance that he forgot to counterattack. Baimu capitalised on the opportunity, swinging his right hand doused in brown energy at Lai Jingzhen as a spear.
Beussent warned, “Marvellous Reversal! Watch your arm!”
Baimu swiped up from under Lai Jingzhen’s right armpit, slicing even the ceiling in two.
How glad Baimu felt to have dismembered Lai Jingzhen’s arm couldn’t possibly be described. No matter how skilled anyone was, losing an arm would do a number on their ability to think properly.
Beussent focused all his effort on making sure no harm befell A-Lan.
Watching blood spray from Lai Jingzhen’s arm socket as if it was a geyser, Emperor Yuansheng raged, “Lai Jingzhen, if you keep fooling around, I’ll have placed in detention at Wudang for three years!”
Lai Jingzhen, who was looking at his severed arm similarly to a kid spotting a toy, freaked out. “That means I have to see Uncle, copy scriptures and face the long, dark, wide, tall walls… Detention?!”
Lai Jingzhen’s incomprehensible reaction was only the beginning of Baimu’s shock. The next thing he saw was the blood splattered across the ground congealing into red pearls and then flying back into Lai Jingzhen’s empty socket followed by his arm.
Lai Jingzhen performed a shoulder circle and then extended his reattached arm at Baimu, who was airborne.
What… the hell did I just see?
