Chapter 1409: Giving Him a Taste of His Own Medicine |
Boom!
The light of the Dao rumbled and boomed over the ruins as a grand battle broke out.
A white-haired man in red robes blocked Su Yi’s streak of sword qi.
Meanwhile, three other Hidden God Guards activated their treasures and surrounded Su Yi. All of them were even stronger than Cloud Soaring revenants!
When they fought together, they smoothly suppressed Su Yi’s offensive.
The entire stretch of heaven and earth was in chaos. The mountains and rivers crumbled, and the ground split.
Were he in peak condition, Su Yi naturally wouldn’t have feared foes of this level.
But now, he was grievously wounded, with his vital energy in disarray, and he was on the brink of collapse. It really seemed as if he might topple at a moment’s notice.
Qing Tang’s face was pallid with unease.
He’d never underestimated the Temple Master. Even though he’d long since seized an absolute advantage, he still didn’t get directly involved in the battle.
He was waiting.
The battle looked brutal, but as perilous as Su Yi’s situation seemed, he managed to hold on each and every time.
Sure enough, you had hidden energy left in reserve! The Tailor laughed to himself.
No Cloud Soaring Transcendent in the Flying Immortal Forbidden Zone would have lasted long in the face of four Hidden God Guards’ joint onslaught.
Yet Su Yi was holding on. They’d never once knocked him off his feet.
He was no “arrow at the end of its flight!”
“Perhaps you wanted to trick me and drag me down with you when you died. Alas, there’s no way I’ll give you the opportunity!”
The Tailor continued watching the battle. He had no intention of getting involved.
Time slipped by until suddenly, the Tailor's eyes narrowed. Is he about to risk it all?
He watched as Su Yi suddenly rose to his full height and charged into the fray, swinging his sword at the white-haired, red-robed Hidden God Guard.
Crunch!
A spear snapped.
The edge of Su Yi’s sword turned, slamming into the white-haired, red-robed man’s body.
That tyrannical strike made the Tailor’s eyelids twitch.
But even as he cut down the red-robed man, Su Yi took heavy damage!
The other three Hidden God Guards joined forces, sending him flying. His body was left riddled with holes, and the sound of bones breaking rang out repeatedly.
His wounds were so brutal that it hurt to even look at him.
“Kill him!”
Before Su Yi could steady himself, the other three Hidden God Guards charged.
“Die!” Su Yi didn’t retreat. On the contrary, he charged ahead to meet them.
Splurt!
A spear pierced Su Yi’s left shoulder, creating a bloody hole.
Boom!
A black Daoist seal slammed into Su Yi’s back with a spray of blood and chunks of flesh. The impact propelled him forward.
But at the same time, terrifying reincarnation sword intent arose around the Sword of the Human Realm, slaying the female Hidden God Guard on the spot.
Brutal!
He was risking his life, trading wounds for wounds!
Seems he really can’t take it much longer… The Tailor’s eyes flashed. This was his first time seeing the Temple Master in such a wretched state.
If he weren’t nearing the end of the rope, why would he go to such lengths?
As the Tailor reached this conclusion, a blood-red sword appeared in his grip, and irrepressible fire burned in the depths of his gaze.
His hatred and murderous intent were on the brink of eruption!
Meanwhile, the grand battle raged on.
“Die!” One of the Hidden God Guards bellowed and thrust his spear, impaling Su Yi.
But at that moment, Su Yi suddenly charged, letting the spear pierce his flesh.
Boom!
One slash, and another Hidden God Guard perished on the spot.
“Master…” Qing Tang couldn’t stop crying. Su Yi looked far, far too wretched. He was still impaled on the spear, and his entire body was covered in countless wounds.
His tattered robes were already stained completely red, and even his loose, long black hair was red and sticky with blood.
The sight of him hurt so much that Qing Tang was on the verge of breaking down. In all her years of life, this was her first time seeing her master in such a wretched condition.
But as Su Yi fought, he didn’t even seem to notice. His face was translucent from blood loss, but it never so much as rippled with pain.
He didn’t even furrow his brow.
After killing another Hidden God Guard, he raised his hand and shattered the spear impaling him.
However, he couldn’t help but let out a low grunt of pain afterward, and his whole body trembled. His feet staggered in the air, and he took several involuntary steps back.
Meanwhile, the last of the hidden god guards swung his saber and attacked. Terrifying saber qi filled the air with power that threatened to destroy both heaven and earth, its light illuminating their dim, overcast surroundings.
The Tailor’s eyes lit up as he locked onto Su Yi, only to see that despite being on the brink of collapse, Su Yi didn’t retreat. On the contrary, he flung the Sword of the Human Realm through the air.
Boom!
The entire stretch of heaven and earth were thrown into disarray.
The Sword of the Human Realm was like a beam of light cleaving through the darkness. It ran that Hidden God Guard right through.
As for Su Yi? His entire body was enveloped in boundless saber qi.
“Master——!” Qing Tang’s eyes widened, and her mind went blank as she stood there, rooted to the spot, like a soulless wooden puppet.
Four Hidden God Guards, each with strength beyond a Cloud Soaring revenant, had now perished.
But Su Yi was fighting with his life, and he couldn’t take it either. He failed to block that last saber slash, and its saber qi had enveloped him.
This result made Qing Tang break down completely, as if knives were ruthlessly slicing her heart to bits!
“Is he really… dead? Just like that?” The Tailor frowned.
His eyes flashed as he gazed over from afar.
When the dust and smoke dispersed, he saw that a massive chasm had formed in the ground. An indistinct pulp of battered flesh lay at the bottom, unmoving.
This was none other than Su Yi.
When the Tailor looked over, he just so happened to meet Su Yi’s calm, distant gaze.
The Tailor’s heart shook, and his expression shifted. That seriously wasn’t enough to kill him?
A series of hacking coughs rang out, and blood poured from his mouth in a non-stop flow.
Qing Tang quivered at the sound, and it seemed she'd come back to her senses. Her bloodshot eyes overflowed with tears, which poured down her face like rain.
“Master!” The young woman couldn’t hold back any longer. She immediately rushed over and helped Su Yi to his feet.
The Tailor didn’t stop her. Instead, his eyes flashed as he evaluated Su Yi and laughed coldly. “You’re a lot tougher than you look!”
His voice contained a hint of bitterness.
Su Yi took a deep breath, forcefully stabilized his bloody, indistinct pulp of a body, and straightened his back.
Then, he said flatly, “I won’t die until I’ve killed you.”
The Tailor’s eyes shone with dense murderous intent bordering on madness. “Oh? But I’d put my money on your inevitable death!”
Su Yi said disdainfully, “Dare you fight me yourself?”
The Tailor looked at his blood-red sword, then laughed. “No need to provoke me. There’s no need to fight personally just to kill you.”
His eyes flashed with a strange light as he said leisurely, “Zero-One, why haven’t you attacked yet? How long do you plan to wait?”
His words were low-pitched, and they contained a strange power, like a magic invocation.
“Understood!” A cold, clear voice rang out right next to Su Yi!
Qing Tang suddenly raised her hand and thrust at his throat. The tips of her long, slender fingers were as sharp and forceful as the edge of a sword, and she struck out of nowhere, from extremely close quarters. It was extraordinarily sudden.
And extraordinarily terrifying!
Who could have anticipated that the most terrifying attack at all originated from the person Su Yi trusted most?
A smile tugged at the Tailor’s lips. This was his true, most deeply hidden trump card!
How must it feel…. To have been slain by your own disciple?
But as soon as this thought passed through his head, his pupils constricted, and his expression changed dramatically!
He watched as——
Qing Tang’s sharp fingernails stopped just three inches from Su Yi’s throat, unable to advance any further.
The Tailor wasn’t sure when, but one of Su Yi’s hands had wrapped around Qing Tang’s slender neck like a vice, holding her firmly in place. She could no longer budge.
“You… saw through her a long time ago?” The Tailor was surprised and alarmed, his expression incomparably unsightly.
Su Yi raised his hand and gently pushed Qing Tang’s hand away from his throat. “I anticipated this the moment I learned you’d taken Qing Tang hostage and sent her to the Flying Immortal Forbidden Zone. Given your despicable, insidious nature, there was absolutely no way you’d just let me leave with her.”
The Tailor’s expression shifted.
Su Yi, meanwhile, looked up at Qing Tang. Her eyes were now red and icy, and her entire body was swathed in a calamitous aura, just like the Hidden God Guards.
“And when you started your pursuit, I grew even more certain that something was amiss with Qing Tang. “Su Yi said softly, “It was then that I dared say with certainty that Qing Tang was serving as your eyes, and that no matter where I went, you’d find me immediately.”
The Tailor frowned. “If you knew that, why endanger yourself?”
“If I hadn’t endangered myself, how could I have lured the snake out of its lair?” said Su Yi.
The Tailor’s expression darkened, and he jeered, “You even used your own disciple to trick me? You sure are despicable, Temple Master!”
Su Yi laughed dryly. “If I were forthright and open, would you dare to fight me?”
The Tailor had nothing to say to that.
“The only way to deal with an old schemer like you is to give you a taste of your own medicine,” sighed Su Yi. “To tell the truth, this sort of game is exhausting and troublesome. I detest this sort of thing, but there was no other way to catch you out in the open.”
After a moment’s silence, the Tailor said, “Does that mean your wounds are fake?”
“Do they look fake?” asked Su Yi.
“They don’t,” said the Tailor without even pausing to think. “I’ve used secret arts to repeatedly confirm their veracity. There’s no way they’re fake. Were that not the case, how could I possibly have committed my full strength to intercepting you?”
Su YI laughed. “Your eyes didn’t deceive you. I am indeed injured, and my wounds are indeed quite serious. This truth was necessary to convince you, wasn’t it?”
The Tailor’s eyes flashed. “But how can you fight me with such severe wounds?”
“Curious?” Su Yi’s gaze was inscrutable.
The Tailor’s eyelids twitched, and without waiting for an explanation, he turned and fled. He quickly blurred into a wisp of gray light and disappeared into thin air.
Boom!!!
The surrounding stretch of heaven and earth trembled, as if suddenly enveloped by a giant, invisible hand. Everything was firmly locked in place.
Several tens of thousands of feet away, the sky exploded, and the Tailor’s figure staggered back into view.
Meanwhile, Su Yi rose into the air. He still held Qing Tang fast, but his aura had changed dramatically.
Like a withered, leafless tree in the spring.
Overflowing vitality coursed through him like mad, and his battered flesh knit back together at speeds visible to the naked eye. Even his exhausted cultivation base rapidly recovered.
Dense, misty immortal light enveloped Su Yi. For a moment, it seemed as if a god were descending upon the world, his power blanketing the heavens and blotting out the sun!
“You…” The Tailor completely lost his cool.
But just as he was about to say something, Su Yi pressed down on the air. The Tailor instantly found himself under terrifying pressure, to the point that he was sealed in place, unable to move a muscle.
Then, Su Yi raised his hand and tapped the air.
Crunch!
The bones of the Tailor’s right hand shattered. A black talisman fell from his broken hand, which Su Yi pulled toward him from afar.
“Let me guess: you hope to use this talisman to control the Hidden God Guard energy within Qing Tang and threaten me, right?” Su Yi looked the talisman over thoughtfully.
The Tailor instantly sank into silence, his expression shifting.
Su Yi laughed, then placed the sealed Qing Tang to his side and approached the Tailor.
He tapped him on the forehead and said, “Got anything to say for yourself?”
The Tailor felt hot, stinging embarrassment and indescribable frustration rise within his heart.
After taking a moment to calm himself, he said plainly, “This is just a clone, and I came here prepared for the possibility of losing it.”
Su Yi laughed. “The life of a clone really isn’t important, but I’m afraid tasting defeat again can’t possibly be pleasant.”
His entire body lit up. By now, his wounds had half healed, and a mysterious, indescribable power of the Dao flowed through him.
The Tailor couldn’t help but sigh. “I understand. You prepared a wondrous divine medicine sufficient to ensure a swift recovery no matter the severity of your wounds.
“Hah. Such a simple trick, but I overlooked it…”
He said that, but had he really overlooked this possibility?
No. He just would never have imagined someone in possession of such a pill would refrain from taking it for so long. What ordinary expert would hold onto such a wondrous pill even when injured to the brink of death?
“The simplest plans are often the most effective,” said Su Yi. “Simple methods can often achieve unexpected results, especially against crafty old schemers like you.”
The Tailor fell silent. He’d considered the possibility that the Temple Master still had hidden cards, which was why he’d watched the fighting from a safe distance all this time. He was probing his enemy’s strength.
But in the end, he realized that he hadn’t lost to the Temple Master’s hidden cards. No, he’d lost to the Temple Master’s character!
In other words, Su Yi had been leading him around by the nose this entire time!
“All that talk, but you still haven’t killed me. Don’t tell me you want me to admit defeat of my own accord?” The Tailor looked at Su Yi, his gaze calm. “If that’s the case, you’re in for disappointment. Although losing this clone will represent a considerable loss, this won’t be enough to make me lower my head.”
His calm, indifferent voice revealed his deep-seated pride.
Su Yi laughed. “Is this really the last clone you have left?”
Su Yi had asked this same question more than once before the battle had even begun.
Yet now, here he was, asking it again.
The Tailor couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you afraid? Does the thought that I could show up out of nowhere and attack without warning make it difficult for you to sleep at night? Haha!”
He threw back his head and laughed uproariously, as if incomparably delighted.
“You’re jumping to conclusions,” said Su Yi, entirely unperturbed. “I just want to tell you that since I plan to determine a victor, I naturally have to destroy every clone you have left.”
The Tailor grinned, his gaze playful and inquisitive. “Then do you know how many clones I have left?”
Su Yi said nothing. He just flipped his palm, and a copper coin floated into view.
When the Tailor saw it, his smile instantly froze in place, and his eyes widened.
He’d completely lost his composure!
