Transcending the Nine Heavens - Chapter 1492

Chapter 1492 If You Won’t Break My Heart, I’ll Break Yours!

Mo Tianji smiled faintly and said leisurely, “Once melancholic, now gentle; the strategists of two generations, facing the enigma of destiny.”

Chu Yang laughed, “Destiny is unpredictable.”

Mo Tianji nodded slightly, his eyes brimming with an intense desire for battle, “Indeed! Destiny is unpredictable, invincible, and elusive, never truly understood by anyone since ancient times!”

Chu Yang laughed heartily, “I believe you can win!”

Mo Tianji looked serious, “No, it’s we who can win!”

“It’s the same thing,” Chu Yang mused, “Destiny, though… Destiny may be impossible for anyone to fully comprehend, but sometimes, there are successful insights into it.”

Mo Tianji nodded, “So… although destiny is mysterious, it’s not invincible; if destiny remains static, it becomes the enemy’s target; thus, destiny needs to keep changing.”

Chu Yang’s mind was set at ease.

Mo Tianji spoke these words with utmost sincerity, so earnest that it was as if he spoke with his lifeblood. It was evident that he was genuinely committed to improving himself and did not underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

Chu Yang knew that the schemes of the two generations of strategists, Diwu Chouchang and Diwu Qingrou, had caused Mo Tianji to take them very seriously and tread carefully, as if walking on thin ice.

Before, it was merely a contest of strength between strategists, but now it had evolved into a deadly rivalry.

In this state, Mo Tianji was almost unbeatable in terms of strategy, calculation, and cunning, as far as Chu Yang knew.

Chu Yang immediately sent a message to Sword Spirit, summoning him back, and then everyone prepared to set off.

Xie Danqiong slumped on the ground, looking somewhat resentful at Chu Yang, “Boss, can you find someone else for interrogations in the future?”

Chu Yang patted his shoulder and said, “You did a great job! Among our brothers, we lack someone with your talent. Keep up the good work, and I believe you’ll become the number one enforcer in the Nine Heavens.”

Xie Danqiong’s handsome face instantly collapsed, looking like a wilted eggplant.

“Are those two people dead?” Chu Yang asked.

Xie Danqiong took a breath and said, “Yes.”

“Good! Let’s go!” The group shot towards the northwest like lightning.

On the spot, a makeshift interrogation room enclosed by snow walls stood silently.

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Not long after Chu Yang and the others left, two anxious figures in white finally arrived. Seeing the collapsed mountain from a distance, the earth-shattering sight made them extremely worried.

Like lightning, the two of them first climbed the left peak. As far as their eyes could see, there were no traces, no signs of anyone having been there.

Releasing their divine sense to search, they found nothing.

It seemed as if they were the only two left in this world.

The pair searched the mountain peaks, but found nothing.

Panicked, they couldn’t help but shout, “Third Brother! Fourth Brother!”

The wilderness was silent, their voices echoing far and wide, reverberating among the countless mountains and valleys with a never-ending rumble.

In such a place, and when carrying out secret tasks, they should not have shouted so loudly. However, the growing sense of unease in their hearts was becoming unbearable, causing them to feel suffocated and extremely worried.

How could they care about anything else at that moment?

It seemed as if something they cherished dearly was slowly slipping away, eventually vanishing without a trace…

The two continued to shout while searching. As time went on, their anxiety grew, and they frantically sprinted through the mountains. They sent out palm strikes, lifting the freshly fallen snow layer by layer to inspect underneath.

Finally, they made their way down the mountain…

At last…

“Boss, there are traces of battle here!” Another white-clothed, masked man sent a palm strike, and the accumulated snow flew up. Instantly, they saw the signs of battle: the chaotic footprints, the drops of blood.

The traces left by the clash of swords and blades…

Both were taken aback and hurriedly continued their search, uncovering the entire area and lifting the layers of snow and stones that had been covered by the avalanche.

Finally, the leading white-clothed, masked man shuddered and froze on the spot.

The other person looked over and saw a severed arm lying quietly on the ground.

The fingers were slightly curled, already frozen stiff. On the frost-covered, almost translucent thumb, there was a purple ring.

“Third Brother!” The white-clothed, masked leader fell to the ground as if he had gone mad, embracing the severed arm in his arms, tears streaming down, soaking his mask.

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In such freezing weather, the tears that flowed out immediately turned into mist, rising slowly.

“This is Third Brother’s ring! This is Third Brother’s arm!” Another white-clothed, masked man was struck by grief, crying out to the heavens, “Third Brother… Third Brother! Where are you?! Who did this?!”

Both were nearly driven mad.

They then searched the entire battlefield with all their might, uncovering scattered pieces of flesh, fingers, arms, and severed legs…

Collecting the pieces one by one, their bodies trembled more and more violently, barely able to stand.

These were the remains of their own brother! Now, someone had cut them down, but where was their brother?

Their eyes bloodshot, they searched relentlessly, madly seeking answers in every direction.

“Who did this? You beasts, show yourselves!”

“Third Brother! Fourth Brother…where are you?!”

Finally, their eyes widened as they spotted the four snow walls standing silently in the dense snow, unmoving.

Though they were only snow walls, the two could clearly sense an unmistakable aura of death emanating from within.

With their eyes fixed on the walls, they hesitated to approach, as if countless malicious ghosts and demons lurked inside.

Trembling and stuttering, they took one step at a time toward the walls.

Their strides uneven, these eighth-rank supreme beings seemed so weak they could barely use their own strength.

Finally, they reached the snow walls. Closing their eyes and gritting their teeth, they stepped in.

Their trembling hands still managed to send out a palm strike, causing the accumulated snow to gently float up like the restless, helpless dance of departed souls.

Two mutilated corpses appeared before them.

Their limbs severed, their faces contorted in unbearable pain, their eyes wide open, staring at the snowy sky. Their lifeless pupils held a frozen mixture of extreme humiliation and an intense desire for death.

“Third Brother! Fourth Brother!”

Their bodies collapsed, as if every bone had been ripped out, and they fell to their knees, spewing a mouthful of blood.

Crawling and trembling, they drew closer to their brothers’ bodies, unbuckling their robes and tightly embracing the cold, lifeless forms, unwilling to let go.

They tried to use their own body heat to dispel the cold stiffness, but their brothers could no longer feel it…

“Who did this?! Who dared to…?” They screamed to the heavens, their voices filled with heart-wrenching pain, “Who did this…? Who killed my brothers?!”

This cry, infused with the lifelong cultivation of eighth-rank supremes, thundered like a bolt of lightning in the sky…

As the warmth of their embrace enveloped them, fresh blood oozed from the frozen corpses’ mouths and noses, a striking red.

The two knelt on the ground, clutching the corpses tightly, wailing to the sky…

“Six thousand years of companionship! Six thousand years of brotherhood…”

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Far to the northwest.

Mo Tianji and the others heard the faint wails carried on the wind and snow. For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Mo Tianji looked back and quietly asked, “Do you think it’s cruel? Do you feel unbearable, or even guilty?”

He was asking Xie Danqiong.

Upon hearing this voice, Xie Danqiong’s body visibly shuddered.

“Yes,” Xie Danqiong took a breath, “I have killed many people, but this time… hearing such a miserable cry, I suddenly felt the true brotherly bond among them…”

Mo Tianji coldly said, “If you don’t kill him and let him kill you instead, all the brothers here will wail for you, and I can guarantee that it would be even more intense…”

Xie Danqiong’s body trembled.

Mo Tianji continued coldly, “These two men who have died have lived for thousands of years, enjoying the pleasures of the martial world and dominating the world… In their lifetime, who knows how many people they have caused to wail like this?”

“Those who live in the martial world shall die in the martial world!” Chu Yang sighed, “Danqiong, this is the martial world… The enemy has loved ones, and we have brothers! If the enemy’s brothers don’t suffer, it’s our loved ones’ turn to suffer…”

Xie Danqiong took a deep breath and nodded heavily, “I understand! I’m just feeling a bit sentimental and heavy-hearted.”

Chu Yang whispered, “The martial world is a place of heartbreak, if you don’t break your heart, I will break mine!”

Everyone turned around and proceeded in silence.

Chu Yang held Mo Qingwu in his arms, Dong Wushang clasped Mo Leier’s hand, and the group quickly disappeared into the snowy wind…

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At the Alliance Camp!

Xiao Zhuyan had finally returned.

He was carrying the body of Shi Qishu.

Upon seeing this scene, the Supreme Masters present nearly popped their eyes out!

Shi Qishu was dead?

When Diwu Qingrou received this news, his whole body shuddered, and he spilled most of the tea he was holding. For a moment, he was inexplicably shocked.

Didn’t they agree not to kill? Why did they still kill Shi Qishu?

The Shi family’s group instantly went mad!

The entire camp was in chaos.

“Four people! Four white-clad, masked men!” Xiao Zhuyan’s mouth was stained with blood, and his eyes were fierce and ferocious, “They said they were from the Li family! They also used the Li family’s martial arts; but I always feel that something is wrong!”

“I have firmly memorized their figures, gazes, and voices. As long as I see them again, I will immediately recognize them!”

Xiao Zhuyan roared to the sky, “If I don’t avenge this hatred, may I, Xiao Zhuyan, be struck by lightning, not die a good death, and fall into hell after death, never to be reincarnated for all eternity!”

Upon hearing that it was four white-clad, masked men, Diwu Qingrou’s heart skipped a beat!

It was indeed them!

Why? The rules were set in stone beforehand; they could wound, but not kill. Why did they still kill?