bookrandom Chapter 130 Immortality
Chapter 130 Immortality
Chen An stopped Mu Jingtai, and smiled brightly at Hong Lang, hiding his anger deep inside.
"I'm curious how you managed to crawl out of that swamp."
Honglang tilted his head, glanced at Mu Jingtai, and then turned to look at Chen An.
Recalling his past miserable life, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, his tone extremely impolite, and his eyes filled with provocation.
"That won't bother you."
Chen An withdrew his hand from Mu Jingtai's and said, "It's really not important. I just wanted to give you a few minutes to escape. Since you're unwilling, then please go and die."
Honglang was extremely disdainful; he was no coward to have gotten to where he was today.
"The outcome is uncertain, so why shouldn't I be the one inviting you to your death?"
Chen An didn't reply, but looked at her quietly, his eyes somewhat vacant, but he wasn't in a daze.
Faced with the enemy, he was so relaxed that Honglang clenched his fists.
When I was weaker, my opponents often had this look in their eyes.
Since he became powerful, they haven't seen him again. Especially after his return, everyone treats him with utmost respect, afraid that they might offend him and lose their lives.
Chen An is indeed unique, but unfortunately, Hong Lang doesn't like unique people.
This uniqueness reminded him of those difficult days, the weariness of striving for his dreams, like shackles binding his soul.
The powerful people he had met were all born with wealth and resources that others could never attain in a lifetime, while he had to fight for everything he had.
Chen An silently read his inner thoughts and couldn't help but find it amusing.
Honglang is a very insecure person. He climbed up from the bottom, shouldn't he be even more proud?
After a long while, Chen An twirled his sword, raised the ebony sword with one hand, pointed it at Hong Lang, and said, "I am willing to accompany you."
Compared to Chen An's relaxed and carefree attitude, Hong Lang was somewhat uneasy.
His cultivation level was far superior to Chen An's, yet Chen An showed no fear whatsoever, which was truly strange.
Qingyue watched from the side, then silently retreated to a rock, covering half of her body and leaving only half of her head visible.
As a warm breeze swept in, Honglang made his move.
He couldn't wait to taste Chen An's blood.
The icy blade, carrying a chilling aura, sped forward.
Chen An watched the approaching hexagonal ice blade with a faint disdain in his eyes.
Honglang's body also started to move. He exerted a little force with his right leg, then suddenly stopped. His panic was visible to the naked eye as he was suspended in the air.
His eyes flashed colder, his aura grew stronger, and he said calmly, "Chen An, you are despicable."
Mu Jingtai's furrowed brows gradually relaxed. He had thought it was going to be a fierce battle, and he didn't understand why Chen An had told Hong Lang to do that.
At that moment, he understood everything.
When Honglang was forced to stop, countless lines of mental energy appeared beside him. These lines were fine and sharp, and even a light touch would cause a tearing pain in his mind.
These lines originate from Chen An's spiritual power.
While Mu Jingtai was amazed by Chen An's progress, he also felt a sense of worry. He remembered a saying his master had once said: "The tallest tree in the forest will surely be felled by the wind."
He couldn't figure out what the wind was or where it came from for the time being.
But if that day ever comes, he will definitely stand behind Chen An.
Chen An looked at Hong Lang, his aura no less imposing, and replied, "It's not despicable. I remember you liked to threaten others to kill with your mental power. Now, before the war even starts, you've already been defeated by mental power. How does that feel?"
She raised an eyebrow, waiting for Honglang's reply.
Honglang chuckled twice and replied in a low voice, "It's pretty good, I like this feeling."
"Really? That's great. There'll be something you like even more later."
Chen An snapped his fingers, and the vanished Fu Gui reappeared before everyone's eyes.
The kitten, about half a person's height, has round, bright eyes. Its pupils dilate with excitement, making it even cuter.
Upon closer inspection, Fu Gui was holding a child in his arms. The child's scent was very similar to Qing Yue's, making it undoubtedly Jian Zhen Huan.
The mountain climate was rather cold, and the child was completely naked, his delicate skin flushed red.
The child stubbornly bit his lower lip, refusing to cry.
Qingyue gripped the boulder beside her, leaned forward slightly, and said with a hint of suppressed emotion, "The child is innocent."
“As long as you don’t help Honglang untie me, the child is indeed innocent.”
Chen An's eyes were dark and bright, even showing a hint of excitement at the imminent revenge.
Honglang frowned, his previous imposing aura diminished, and he rolled his eyes but said nothing more.
Qingyue stared intently at Chen An. Being threatened with her child was truly unpleasant.
She said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I promise you, I won't do anything, but what do you want me to do to get my child back?"
"Right away." Chen An gave him a look, and Hong Lang's body was swept away by those thin lines.
Honglang groaned and fell to the ground, lying flat on his back with a blank stare, his twisted limbs hidden by a black robe.
To others, it seemed like a quick and painless death, but only he knew whether he actually suffered.
“These days, I have improved my mental strength, so dealing with cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage is no problem.”
"You think killing my master was a last resort? I'm curious, your spiritual strength is almost the same as mine, I was able to kill Honglang, so why couldn't you, and were even threatened by him?"
Chen An's gaze fell on Qing Yue, and as he asked her question, word by word, a sense of sorrow was evident in his eyes.
A cold wind blew by, and several strands of their hair fluttered up. Their eyes met, and Qingyue remained silent.
"Qingyue, I hate betrayal, and I hate you too."
Qingyue's eyes flickered: "I know."
The two fought using their mental power, and the outcome could be decided in an instant.
At that moment, Mu Jingtai and Fugui were of no help whatsoever.
They were very worried about Chen An, but deep down they also felt that Chen An would win.
After their eyes met, it was Qingyue who collapsed.
Her body leaned against the boulder and slowly slid down.
Not a speck of dust was stirred, yet an unspeakable sorrow pervaded the scene.
[Qing Yue and Hong Lang, as the male and female protagonists of the book, will not die, kisses!]
The system, which had been dormant for a long time, finally responded, but the message it sent was utterly disgusting.
Chen An let out a long sigh, feeling utterly frustrated.
Mu Jingtai and Fugui were initially happy, but upon seeing Chen An's gloomy expression, they hurriedly checked on the two who had died.
They felt somewhat relieved after confirming that Qingyue and Honglang were dead.
Fu Gui said, puzzled, "Now that you've taken your revenge, don't keep such a cold face. Don't tell me you can't accept Qing Yue's death."
Chen An nodded without saying anything more. He stepped forward, cut off the heads of the two men, and held them in his hands, saying, "Let's go pay our respects to our master."
“Yes, use their heads to pay tribute to our master.” Mu Jingtai’s joy diminished when his master was mentioned.