Chapter 681
Chapter 681
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 681
>Chapter Title: Kill
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“Peng!” Chi Baishui’s head fell to the ground and rolled a few times, finally coming to a stop beside the tiny feet of Yang Kid’s big sister.
Her expression shifted from indifference to astonishment, then from astonishment to terror. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Dad!!”
The moment she said that, it was as if some switch had been flipped. The surroundings erupted in a buzz as angry curses and fish forks came flying toward Li Huowang.
Fish forks stabbed into Li Huowang’s chest and emerged from his back, completely intact.
Li Huowang planted his feet firmly on the ground and charged toward them, Purple Tassel Sword in hand.
He was very busy right now and had no time to bandy words with these people.
Moreover, with the wounds on Yang Kid, that old man’s earlier theft of the Rotten Wood Ruyi, and this Fa Cult woman, there didn’t seem to be anything left to say. It was more straightforward to just act.
Seeing that Li Huowang was alone, the able-bodied waterfolk among them tried to use their sea-fishing techniques to surround and kill him in coordination.
But once Li Huowang truly began to fight, the air quickly filled with the stench of blood. He launched into a one-sided slaughter.
The tattoos that let them swim like fish in water offered no protection now. Li Huowang’s sword sliced repeatedly across the waterfolk’s bodies, carving up their dragon-scale tattoos.
Yang Kid and Zhao Xiumei just stood there, staring dumbfounded at the growing pile of corpses on the ground. These were all his relatives.
At that moment, Yang Kid wanted to shout something at Li Huowang’s back, but for the moment, he didn’t know what to say.
The battle ended before it even truly began. Seeing Li Huowang’s terrifying strength, the waterfolk’s freshly ignited fury rapidly dissipated.
They scattered like frightened birds and beasts, fleeing desperately toward the distant seaside road. This only made them easier targets for Li Huowang, with no resistance at all.
“Senior Brother Li!! Enough! Enough!!” The words finally burst from Yang Kid’s mouth.
Li Huowang didn’t stop, but he stopped chasing the others and rushed straight at the small-footed woman with the black cloth band on her shoulder. She was the only Fa Cultist among them.
Just as Li Huowang reached the small-footed woman and raised his long sword, Yang Kid’s voice came from behind him. “Senior Brother Li!! Don’t!!”
The sword swing aimed at her head shifted down an inch, severing her left foot.
Holding the dripping sword, Li Huowang turned around and looked at Yang Kid in the distance. “What? You know this Fa Cult follower?”
“I... I...” Yang Kid glanced at Chi Baishui’s headless corpse, then at the waterfolk sprawled in pools of blood. His trembling lips parted again as he spoke in pained conflict. “No... I don’t know her.”
“Shua!” With a swipe of the sword that flung a line of blood across the ground, Yang Kid watched wide-eyed as his big sister’s body twisted apart, split in two.
In the next instant, Yang Kid’s entire body went limp, and he collapsed straight to the ground.
Had Senior Brother Li done anything wrong? No, he hadn’t. He had come to save him. But for some reason, Yang Kid just felt that things shouldn’t have gone like this.
“Dad.” Li Sui walked over from the distance, followed by the White Lotus Cult’s carriages.
At this time, Bai Lingmiao also approached. Her expression was conflicted, as if she had overheard something. She glanced at Li Huowang, then at Yang Kid, then at Chi Baishui’s corpse on the ground. The relic inside her let her hear farther than anyone.
“Are all the Fa Cultists in Later Shu this weak? Is it because they expanded too quickly?” Li Huowang kicked at the bloody three-inch golden lotus beside his foot, pondering in confusion.
The Fa Cult followers he had encountered before might not have been strong, but at least they wouldn’t flee after so few deaths.
After thinking for a few breaths, Li Huowang raised his sword and wiped both sides clean on his red Daoist robe before sliding it back into the scabbard on his back.
He walked back to Yang Kid and looked at him somewhat disapprovingly. “What’s wrong with you? You knew Later Shu was crawling with Fa Cultists, so why come here? You don’t value your own life?”
“If you saw the situation wasn’t right, you should’ve headed straight back to Oxheart Village! Wait until this mess blows over!”
Yang Kid sniffled hard, holding back tears as he looked at Senior Brother Li before him. “Senior Brother Li, why are you here?”
“I came to Later Shu to handle some business. When I visited Sun Baolu in Qingqiu, he told me you were heading this way too.”
“Good thing I knew you were ahead. I hurried and caught up. If I’d been even a step slower, you and your wife would’ve been done for by the Fa Cult.”
As Li Huowang spoke, he yanked the fish forks from Yang Kid’s hand and foot, then pulled out the [Fire Robe True Scripture] to treat his wounds.
Amid the crackling of burning flames and Yang Kid’s screams of agony, the bleeding wounds gradually turned into horrific burns.
Once Li Huowang finished, Bai Lingmiao came over from the side and began bandaging Yang Kid with gauze.
Li Huowang glanced at the pitch-black sky overhead, then at the pitch-black sea in the distance. After frowning in thought for a moment, he said to Yang Kid, “I won’t feel easy if you two head back the way you came. Stick with me for now. Once I find the Bureau of Celestial Surveillance in Later Shu, I’ll have them send a few people to escort you back to Oxheart Village.”
Yang Kid clutched his wounded hand and nodded silently. “Mm, got it.”
“What are these three things?” Li Huowang shifted his attention to the three children.
Though dressed like children, they moved and acted like monkeys, which was extremely bizarre. The intense sense of wrongness hit Li Huowang the moment he laid eyes on them—he almost thought they were three evil beings.
“They... they’re people I saved on the road. Pitiful folks just like us.” Yang Kid then recounted Monkey Boy’s origins to Li Huowang.
As he spoke, he gradually calmed down, his emotions stabilizing.
Even though his father had just died, Yang Kid couldn’t feel much grief for the man who had tried to sell off his wife.
He wasn’t family. None of the Chi family were his family. Senior Brother Li and the others were.
It was just that he still felt a bit sad for those relatives and his big sister. They had wronged him, sure, but they didn’t deserve death.
“Let’s go.” Li Huowang said this and led Yang Kid toward the seaside dirt road in the distance.
Having injured his foot, Yang Kid limped along, clearly in pain. Though the wound was treated, the burns still hurt.
Seeing this, Li Huowang turned his head and shouted toward the carriage behind him. “Xiucai! Come carry Kid onto the carriage!”
“Alright, Master.” Lv Xiucai walked over and, without another word, hoisted Yang Kid onto his back as he headed for the carriage.
Lying on Lv Xiucai’s back, Yang Kid looked at his somewhat haggard face and seemed to recall something. With some hesitation and caution, he asked, “Xiucai, is your big brother Juren doing okay?”
(End of chapter)