The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 128 - Bloody Parade at the End of the Year
Three years had passed since the departure of his disciple, the cold air greeted his cheeks that were basking in the hot afternoon sun while chugging the wine, taking into account how much more time would pass.
Xiang Yi Bai did not want to count anymore, he was already too tired of comforting himself with the words, 'not too long' and ended up lonely. The eternal life that all men crave is worse than dying in pieces. It was like being forced to die for decades in a cold, silent confinement. Eventually, the man began to miss death.
His mind goes back to the past, the times where he lived his life beautifully. Friends, Master, fellow-siblings and all the good people in the Thousand Tree Mountain he knew. Xiang Yi Bai would not have reached the highest point in his life by becoming the Great Chief of the martial World without the help of Wu Guang and his Master.
Now that they're gone, he's just a rascal trapped in a ravine all alone.
Despite being used to the silence he still could not make friends with regret. There were so many things that were supposed to be straightened out, but given the time he jumped in with Wu Guang's corpse and vowed to end his affairs with the upper world, he said, Xiang Yi Bai decided not to go back there even though he had been overwhelmed by that desire.
"As long as the Stone Land is safe I won't get out of here." That word has been said a thousand times. Xiang Yi Bai tried to forgive his past, accept the destiny he now lived and enjoy the rest of his life with wine. Without the need to feel afraid of losing brothers, losing dignity or fighting fellow humans. There is only himself.
Even so, he had hoped that the annoying boy would return.
A mute laughter was present on his stiff white face. "When he met a small flea, it never came back. Hais, hais, I ate his promise. He said he would come back and go to the upper world to restore my good name. Look now, maybe he's dead eaten by a snake or choked on Loreng's poison."
The man wakes up to prepare his own food for dinner later. As usual at the end of each year, Xiang Yi Bai prepared a lot of food and wine. He prepared a huge bonfire to help warm his body as the cold night fell. Imagine people who have not sat with him celebrating the turn of the year, as he always did in the Thousand Tree Mountain.
Only in that way did Xiang Yi Bai not forget them. He looked to the side toward where the student had gone.
"It doesn't look like it's coming back." Xiang Yi Bai let out a heavy breath, "good people die young, bad boys live long."
The sun came down from its throne, in the Pit of Regret there was not a single ray of sunlight left even though the night had not yet come down. Xiang Yi Bai stared at the old bonfire that was starting to burn, speechless or moving. He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes for an hour.
Until a voice sounded from the other side of the abyss. Xiang Yi Bai narrowed his eyes, reading the approaching movements from time to time. He had thought it was Xue Zhan but the estimation was wrong, they were in a group and more surprisingly the hundred people were wearing masks of the same shape, the Black Cross Mask.
Xiang Yi Bai was trying to guess where the group came from and the only clue only led to the Red Taring. Although this group of villains had not been too big twenty years ago, Xiang Yi Bai believed they were growing rapidly and had the potential to destabilize the world.
Something moved quickly above his head, Xiang Yi Bai tilted his body letting a huge axe pass by the side and smashed all the food he prepared to welcome the new year celebration. The fire dust from the campfire was carried away by the strong wind.
Xiang Yi Bai's eyes looked towards the road where these humans had come, sure enough there was a rope of stairs sticking out not far from there.
Xiang Yi Bai had no idea what the Black Cross Mask meant by himself. One person who attacked just now retreated to the back of the man with a large body portion of stocky and two hands full of bloody stitches. He was the strongest among the other 99 people. Besides, how do they know for sure the Ground Stone?
Xiang Yi Bai surveyed the surroundings and saw a spiritual animal that was the incarnation of one of the 100 World Miracle Heirlooms, the Light Wolf. He was a stone that had the ability to detect the presence of great power, more often used to search for classy items such as sky heirlooms and even Earth Ruler Element Stones.
"really guessed. He's still alive. Ziran Zhao hid this man with the Stone of the Earth and spread a terrifying fairy tale so that no one would dare to approach the Pit of Regret. An ingenious way, yet was this comparable to a Profound World Chief? How much did you get paid for this offer?"
The Eleven-Finger Ghost approached Xiang Yi Bai who was still silent unmoved.
"Losing the house you love, your brother and even your position while you're at the top. Has that bastard Ziran Zhao brainwashed you? I don't think there's gonna be anything worth the suffering you're going through right now."
Xiang Yi Bai placed one hand on the sword hilt.
"In the end the safest place will be reached by anjin g Red Taring like you."
"I've always heard of your great name the Holy Sword Saint who is famous for prowess above the other greatest warriors. You're respected by everyone. I believe Ziran Zhao has ruined your life. What if you join us?"
Xiang Yi Bai's mouth grumbled, "You know you will die in one second against me and find another way out. A hundred of these people mean nothing to me."
"At least you'll get hurt a little."
Xiang Yi Bai drew his sword, raising it straight up to the top of his head.
The movement does not look powerful. But a sharp and fierce wind came out following the movement of the sword eyes, splitting the crowd in front of him who were shocked as the ground below them split into two to two meters.
Ten people were cut off just like that, revealing a fresh internal organ that was still beating until it collapsed.
"Ja-so this is the power of the Sacred Sword Batara ...?!" squealing one of them, the others were in an uproar because they felt lied to by the Ghost of Eleven Fingers.
"His strength had not weakened at all after twenty years of confining himself to the bottom of the abyss, he was even more than a monster!" The noisier the men, the more frightened the others were. The white-robed, ivory man walked slowly,
"Good, you came here to deliver your lives. At least your bodies can be used to fish."
The Eleven-Finger Ghost smirked behind his mask.
"You think I actually came here unprepared?"