Embers of Sword

Chapter 508 The End
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit..."

"I have nothing to say about losing to you..."

The Prince of Jiangning sat in a pool of blood and chuckled softly.

The red dragon fell to the ground.

The Dao Domain is shattered.

He knew that the battle was over.

Xie Xuanyi's decision to let him cut his own throat was indeed a way of giving him some dignity.

"I have a question……"

Xie Zhisui slowly raised his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Since you didn't die in Beihai, then you've been enduring all these ten years? Chen Jingxuan helped you hide your identity?"

"..."

Xie Xuanyi showed no intention of answering.

The Crimson Dragon Dao Domain was shattered, the Great Dao battle ended, and King Jiangning's vital energy was completely exhausted.

He raised his hand and summoned back his natal flying sword.

[A chronic illness] hangs in Xie Xuanyi's palm.

He simply stared coldly at the man before him; the clanging of swords echoing through the hall was the only response to these questions.

Xie Zhisui gave a self-deprecating laugh.

He understood what Xie Xuanyi meant...

As someone who is about to die, I'm asking too many questions.

"Let's hurry up and get on the road."

Xie Xuanyi spoke expressionlessly.

He was willing to give Xie Zhisui some dignity because the sword was already hanging overhead and could fall at any moment... If the Prince of Jiangning didn't want to maintain his dignity, then Xie Xuanyi would help him maintain his dignity.

"I understand……"

Xie Zhi then closed his eyes.

He gave a bitter laugh, raised his hand, and a short knife slid out from his wide sleeve.

He held the short knife upside down, bringing it to his chest.

Amidst the deathly silence.

The Prince of Jiangning suddenly spoke again: "After I die... can you spare the lives of those people in Jiangning?"

"..."

Xie Xuanyi fell silent.

He calmly looked down at the man kneeling on the ground before him. The Prince of Jiangning's hand holding the knife trembled incessantly, and blood pooled beneath him.

These were clearly words of kindness and compassion, yet they sounded incredibly ironic.

The pools of blood spreading on the ground were all caused by the Prince of Jiangning.

Just a while ago.

He personally killed the surviving cultivators of the royal palace... How could such a cold-hearted ruler care about the lives of others in Jiangning?

Clearly, these words were just Xie Zhisui's excuse to stall for time.

He doesn't want to die.

He still wanted to try to survive.

This aligns with Xie Xuanyi's "perception" of Xie Zhisui. This ambitious Xie family head, who had endured humiliation and bided his time for decades, how could such a person easily succumb to the adage "the victor is king" and then meekly await death? Given Xie Zhisui's style, even when facing imminent death, he would try to seize every opportunity to survive...

The reason Xie Xuanyi didn't draw his sword immediately was that he wanted to see Xie Zhisui fall into true despair.

really.

The brief silence in the hall was pierced by the golden light of a sword.

Jiang Ning Wang, wielding a short sword, charged forward. His withdrawal of his Dao Domain wasn't an admission of defeat, but a desperate act, a final gathering of his last strength. The power of the Crimson Dragon was contained within this seemingly ordinary strike. This was a spiritual treasure he had carried for twenty years, named "Kai Xia," and also his sharpest weapon. Xie Zhisui was well aware of his weakness; if he encountered a physically powerful martial artist, "Kai Xia" could save his life in a moment of danger. This strike tore through the void; even a martial arts prodigy might not be able to withstand it.

If this strike works, then he will have a chance to escape!

Xie Zhisui... was never the kind of person who would sit idly by and wait for death!

"珰!"

Unfortunately.

Kai Xia's sword light was like a fleeting moment, blooming brilliantly and shattering suddenly.

Xie Xuanyi did not make any move.

As if anticipating the King of Jiangning's move, Chen Ke suddenly descended, colliding head-on with Kai Xia!
This spirit-grade dagger immediately let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden! It was originally one of the sharpest things in the world, but unfortunately it encountered an even more severe ailment... The clash of sword energy is the most cruel thing in the world. The ailment was devastating, and the blade was broken by the overwhelming force!
The short sword was sliced ​​open inch by inch, and metal flew out, turning into a brief, dazzling flash of light!

"what……"

Xie Zhisui let out a wail.

Kai Xia shattered, and his hand holding the knife was also shredded by the sword energy. His clothes were torn, his flesh was mangled, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

"I gave you a chance."

Xie Xuanyi said calmly, "It's your own fault for not cherishing it."

"Kill me!" The Prince of Jiangning's expression twisted, his eyes blazing with fury. There was no point in pretending anymore; he had never intended to admit defeat, much less accept such a loss.

He took off his black and gold cloud robe and threw it out, which transformed into black clouds that blotted out the sky.

Xie Xuanyi chuckled softly.

Another sword strike.

The king's robe was shredded to pieces by the sword energy.

The dark clouds were parted by the sword energy, and Xie Xuanyi saw the figure of Jiang Ningwang turning around and trying to escape.

If this guy, like Xie Sheng, had chosen to commit suicide on the spot...

Xie Xuanyi would feel disappointed instead.

"boom!"

Xie Xuanyi stepped forward and kicked Jiang Ningwang in the back. With a muffled thud, Jiang Ningwang was sent flying.

The hair ornament fell off.

The king's robe was torn.

This once powerful Prince Da Chu is now as wretched as a stray dog. No one would believe that Xie Zhisui has fallen to such a state.

Xie Xuanyi watched this scene indifferently, without any sympathy or pity in his eyes.

This is what he looked like when he fled to North County ten years ago...

That's about it.

The reincarnation of heaven and the retribution of karma.

The Prince of Jiangning stumbled and fled into the secret mausoleum.

He escaped into a narrow mountain path, the direction from which he had come from the Jiangning Prince's Mansion. This path was sandwiched between two towering mountains, with countless dark clouds above, not a single ray of light. No one knew what lay at the end of the mountain path... After the Void Array was activated, the location of the Bai Ze Secret Tomb had been completely altered.

Xie Zhisui wanted to take a gamble.

He wanted to gamble that this path would lead to "life"...

Xie Xuanyi followed behind at a leisurely pace, his illness looming large, surrounded by sword energy.

He watched as the Prince of Jiangning fled for his life like a wild dog.

Every now and then.

The chronic illness would then unleash a wisp of sword energy.

Before long, the Prince of Jiangning was covered in wounds, with blood flowing down his body, forming a straight and long blood line on the mountain path.

Anyone else would probably have bled to death by now...

But Xie Zhisui's survival instinct was indeed strong enough that Xie Xuanyi didn't kill him, so he continued to stumble forward.

Unfortunately.

The road was longer than Jiang Ningwang had imagined.

He wanted to hold on a little longer.

If you hold on until the end, you might see the light.

The Prince of Jiangning finally collapsed at the end of the mountain path. He had been struck by countless swords, but these sword energies did not contain the "Path of Annihilation" and were merely cut open to release blood... This was exactly what he had done to those rogue cultivators in the Prince of Jiangning's mansion. Xie Zhisui fell into a pool of warm blood.

He strained to lift his head and look into the distance. The mountain path, formed by the two high mountains, gradually widened, and there seemed to be light in the distance.

In a state of blurred consciousness.

He struggled to speak, uttering a single word: "Save..."

The flames grew larger.

And it was accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.

The Prince of Jiangning grinned.

He won his gamble; he successfully reached the end of the mountain path and was incredibly lucky to encounter his rescuers.

"..."

A faint whistling sound filled the air as the person slowly crouched down.

The smile on the face of the Prince of Jiangning suddenly froze.

His eyes became blank.

A black robe was blown up by the strong wind, and the texture of the robe made him feel familiar and uneasy... After the person squatted down, Xie Zhisui tried hard to look up and finally succeeded in seeing the other person's face in the lotus-like sword energy and fire.

Xie Zhisui stared blankly at the "Xie Zhen" in front of him.

He turned around and looked behind him.

One after the other.

Two Xie Zhens.

No matter how he tries to escape... it seems there's only one final outcome.

Can't escape, can't get away.

Is this... fate?

(End of this chapter)