PDLP Chapter 1979: His Female Disciple Cannot Accept His Actions
Chapter 1979: His Female Disciple Cannot Accept His Actions
At first, it seemed like Wang Weiye would play the shrinking turtle, not daring to show himself.Unexpectedly, he came.
It seems he intends to fight as a young master and win everyone’s trust.
This aligns perfectly with Luo Yang’s plans.
If Wang Weiye didn’t come, there would be no chance to kill him.
Now that he’s here, Shadow Fist can be used against him, and the Flying Sword can be unleashed.
A double-pronged approach, not fearing Wang Weiye’s death.
Even if he doesn’t die, he will at least be skinned alive.
While his thoughts were racing, another mysterious person or creature emerged from the "Water Wall."
That mysterious creature wore a mask, but had three claws for hands.
Though unable to see the face clearly, Luo Yang guessed it wasn’t human.
In the blink of an eye, a whole group of fellows arrived.
Some were human, some weren’t.
Luo Yang doesn’t know much about the Eight Immortals Hall, recognizing only a few.
One is Zhang Jing, and the other is Wang Weiye.
Of course, he had also met Master Hua, but that guy had long since ridden a Shui Niu to the grave.
Among this new batch, it seemed Wang Weiye was the leader.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Thirteen cupped her hands in greeting to a middle-aged man with a goatee and said: "Greetings, Immortal Monarch."
Immortal Monarch?
Immortal?
Many question marks popped up in Luo Yang’s mind.
Examining the Immortal Monarch, he looked stern and upright, wearing a long robe and cloth shoes, resembling a laborer on a construction site.
However, the Immortal Monarch had fair skin, gentle eyes, and the demeanor of a scholar.
Looking further at his features, Luo Yang was secretly shocked.
The Immortal Monarch looked quite similar to Wang Weiye, and Luo Yang had pretty much guessed who it was.
After all, Wang Weiye stood respectfully beside the Immortal Monarch.
Father and son arriving together was convenient for settling matters.
Luo Yang was calculating how to kill Wang Weiye with one Flying Sword, to first settle the vendetta.
Later, how many he could take with him was another matter.
Just as he was about to strike, Aunt Thirteen pointed over and introduced: "His name is Luo Yang. Without him, The Tenth Mu Tan would be killing people everywhere."
The Immortal Monarch nodded, glancing at Luo Yang first, then at the two corpses on the ground.
Having not noticed before, at some point, a familiar face appeared.
It was none other than Zhang Jing.
She should have been the last to emerge from the "Water Wall," with those in front blocking Luo Yang’s view, hence he hadn’t seen her.
Now she silently bypassed the crowd, walking up to Zhang Elder’s corpse and weeping softly beside it.
Seeing this, Luo Yang felt a bit saddened.
No matter what, she was Zhang Jing’s mentor.
Now that he dealt with her father, seeing her cry so sorrowfully, he felt a bit embarrassed.
But Zhang Elder had pushed it too far, so Luo Yang had no remorse in killing him.
They used their numbers against Luo Yang, which was inherently unfair.
After crying for a while, Zhang Jing raised her head, glaring at Luo Yang with eyes full of hate, like sharp blades piercing through.
If she wants to hate, let her hate.
Luo Yang believed his conscience was clear; he didn’t deceitfully defeat Zhang Elder, he took him down on strength alone.
Moreover, he was caught by them using the Soul Capturing Talisman, if he didn’t fight back, he’d be dead.
Now, the only thought was to finish off Wang Weiye.
Wang Weiye was the greatest enemy of his life; not avenging this would feel like having a piece of cotton stuffed in his heart, making him uncomfortable.
Wang Weiye stood at a leading spot; in front of him were only Aunt Thirteen and the Immortal Monarch.
This Immortal Monarch likely wouldn’t watch his son be harmed by a Flying Sword.
It was possible this Immortal Monarch could also use a Flying Sword.
At that time, Luo Yang was about five or six meters away from Wang Weiye, the Flying Sword’s speed was very fast, it might succeed.
But these people dared to come reckoning again, meaning they were prepared.
The wary glances from everyone, human or not, indicated that a sneak attack would not be easy.
Unless it was a one-on-one with Wang Weiye.
The crowd didn’t know Luo Yang had a Flying Sword; under these circumstances, Wang Weiye might let his guard down.
If Wang Weiye agreed to have a match, Luo Yang could unleash the Flying Sword at close range to kill him.
After killing Wang Weiye, it only fell short of meeting Hong Jiaxin, otherwise, this trip would be perfect.
Amid Zhang Jing’s sobs, Luo Yang suddenly sneered, "Today you both came, do you plan to attack together or one at a time? But as I see it, all of you from Eight Immortals Hall are cowards, so come at me together!"
Luo Yang thought these provoking words would be effective.
The fellows from Eight Immortals Hall all appeared furious and eager to try.
Unexpectedly, the first to respond was Aunt Thirteen, who coldly said, "Boy, don’t be rash! Let me introduce so you don’t misunderstand. This Immortal Monarch is not the father of our young master, but his uncle, one of the Four Great Heavenly Kings of the Eight Immortals Hall."
So the Immortal Monarch wasn’t Wang Weiye’s father, but rather his uncle.
Luo Yang sneered, "It doesn’t matter their relationship, I just want to know if they plan to attack together or send a representative to duel with me!"
Among the crowd, someone else might also come up to challenge.
Without waiting for their response, Luo Yang continued with a grinning edge, "If you send someone, send someone worth their salt, don’t send some small fry to fight, I will look down on you Eight Immortals Hall."
Saying this, he scanned the crowd but didn’t see Hong Jiaxin’s figure.
His heart slightly sank.
After all, he came here to see her, yet hadn’t even glimpsed her shadow.
This battle, it seemed hard to leave alive.
Life or death, in these short thirty minutes or so.
But if Wang Weiye could be killed, the trip wouldn’t be in vain.
Otherwise, the hatred in his heart wouldn’t be dispelled, not even in the Underworld.
Wang Weiye’s face was flushed red, seemingly catching the implication in Luo Yang’s words.
The result was Aunt Thirteen speaking first, coldly, "Boy, calm down first, let me talk to them!"
Without Luo Yang, The Tenth Mu Tan would directly attack Shi Sheng Palace.
With Shi Sheng Palace’s capabilities, they couldn’t fend off The Tenth Mu Tan’s assault.
In other words, Aunt Thirteen feared for Luo Yang’s death.
"Aunt Thirteen, whatever needs saying can wait until after my duel with them! I’ve heard of someone called Ye, don’t know if it’s some karmic thing that knows a few moves of some third-rate skills, I want to see for myself."
These words nearly spelled out "Wang Wei."
On the territory of the Eight Immortals Hall, in front of the masses, he openly called out Wang Weiye for a spar.
This itself was an act of courage.
Simultaneously, it was also an embarrassment to Wang Weiye.
Know this, most would tighten in fear just seeing such a large group.
Who would expect Luo Yang, a calf unafraid of tigers, to be so bold?
In truth, Luo Yang also had no retreat; better to die standing than to die kneeling.
Having eliminated two elders from the Eight Immortals Hall, just this enmity alone was irreconcilable.
Originally they only had one death knot, now it’s as good as ten.
Even a person who could untie the bell could not undo such a great knot.
Aunt Thirteen was both exasperated and amused but was about to chide him when unexpectedly, Wang Weiye spoke.
"Want to die at my hands? I’ll grant you that!"
Wang Weiye slowly walked forward.
The provocation finally worked, and Luo Yang was elated.
Just waiting for Wang Weiye to get a little closer, then unleash the Flying Sword to take him down.