Chapter 135: I Don't Mind Dying
Ye Guan’s eyes flashed in determination upon seeing An Wujun rushing toward him.
He stomped with his right leg and turned into a ray of sword light.
Decisive Strike! Either you will die, or I will die.
He had to risk his life.
He had suffered severe injuries, but he could still swing his sword.
An Wujun’s eyes narrowed. He raised his hands, and the space in the surrounding three hundred meters was forcefully raised. The space loomed over Ye Guan like a tidal while he frantically retreated. He didn’t dare to meet Ye Guan’s sword.
He was going to stick to his plan. He would exhaust Ye Guan first before ultimately taking the latter’s life. Ye Guan’s sword tore through the tsunami of space, but his attack failed to hit An Wujun.
Ye Guan looked like a corpse—a lamp running out of oil.
The onlookers believed that Ye Guan was already exhausted.
An Wujun wordlessly stared at Ye Guan. He was waiting—waiting for Ye Guan’s Dao Protector. He had to suppress Ye Guan’s Dao Protector here. Otherwise, the An Clan would face a disaster if she decided to take revenge in the future.
An Wujun was currently moving under the Guanxuan Academy’s banner, so if Ye Guan’s Dao Protector emerged, An Wujun could just use the Guanxuan Academy’s name and resources to suppress her.
This was An Wujun’s real goal. He had always been meticulous, and he had always preferred to handle issues without leaving any loose ends.
Today, he would kill anyone daring enough to support Ye Guan.
From afar, Ye Guan looked down at the Path Sword in his hands. The Path Sword had become slightly blurry in his eyes. Ye Guan shook his head. He was truly at the end of the line. He glanced at the summit of Mount Canglan.
The Sword Master’s strand of sword aura was within reach. It was so close, yet so far.
Unfortunately, Ye Guan had truly exhausted all options. He had tried his best!
Ye Guan grinned, and the blood that he had been holding in his mouth spurted out. He wasn’t indignant. He was aware that one’s hard work wasn’t guaranteed to bear fruit.
An Wujun stared deeply at Ye Guan and clenched his fist. A tidal wave of space soared and loomed over Ye Guan once more, and An Wujun also rushed toward Ye Guan.
However, he never let his guard down as he looked around warily, apprehensive about Ye Guan’s Dao Protector.
Ye Guan stared at An Wujun rushing toward him and closed his eyes.
Was he waiting for his death? Impossible. Ye Guan gripped the Path Sword tightly. He had never been the type to accept his death, even if he was on the brink of death. After all, there was a difference between just dying and dying in battle.
Ye Guan’s eyes shot wide open, and he slashed out with his sword. It was his last sword move. Even if he was willing to perform more sword moves, his body couldn’t take the burden anymore as his skin cracked open, spilling out blood.
Ye Guan’s attack scattered the tidal wave of space, but Ye Guan flew roughly three hundred meters away. He only managed to stop after rolling on the ground for quite a while.
Ye Guan coughed a mouthful of blood, and his vision dimmed as he stared at the skies above him.
All of a sudden, a stunning face suddenly appeared in front of him.
Ye Guan lifted his right hand.
He wanted to speak, but he ended up coughing a mouthful of blood.
The onlookers followed Ye Guan’s gaze, but the skies were empty.
Ye Guan’s hand slowly fell as he whispered, “Little Jia… I’m sorry I failed… to revive you… can you… forgive me?”
A pool of blood had formed beneath Ye Guan, and his eyes dimmed along with his demeanor.
However, an intruder abruptly appeared.
An Wujun’s eyes narrowed.
The intruder was Ji Xuan.
Ji Xuan stuffed a pill into Ye Guan’s mouth and slapped a few healing talismans on his chest before carrying him away.
The space was torn open.
An Wujun’s expression changed.
Ji Xuan had inexplicably appeared near the summit of Mount Canglan with Ye Guan on her back.
“How dare you!” An Wujun bellowed. He swung his right hand, and the space behind Ji Xuan was torn open, and then out came a fist emanating a terrifying aura.
Ji Xuan turned around, and her pupils shrank. She swung her sleeve and sent dozens of daggers flying toward the fist.
The daggers were shattered, and the fist struck Ji Xuan’s abdomen.
Ji Xuan was sent flying with Ye Guan, and when they were about to land, Ji Xuan twisted and made sure that she would hit the ground first and take the blow for Ye Guan.
Ji Xuan spat a mouthful of blood upon impact, but she decisively ignored the pain and dragged Ye Guan to the Guanxuan Academy.
A rift in space opened behind her, and another fist went flying toward her.
Ji Xuan’s pupils constricted, and she hurriedly dragged Ye Guan behind her. She placed a finger on her glabella, and an illusionary dagger flew out.
Unfortunately, the fist was no longer illusory.
An Wujun’s fist smashed Ji Xuan’s dagger into pieces before landing on Ji Xuan.
Ji Xuan and Ye Guan were sent flying once again.
Ji Xuan twisted herself, so she would hit the ground and take the fall for Ye Guan.
The ground trembled upon impact.
“Bleck!” Ji Xuan spurted out haphazardly from Ji Xuan’s mouth. Her body was riddled with wounds, and her clothes were drenched in her own blood. Despite that, she remained steadfast and continued the arduous journey with Ye Guan on her back.
Ji Xuan’s eyes were transfixed at the statue beyond the gates—the statue of the Sword Master.
Meanwhile, Ye Guan had recovered from some of his injuries.
He looked down and was shell-shocked upon seeing Ji Xuan’s condition.
The onlookers’ eyes never left Ji Xuan and Ye Guan. They watched as Ji Xuan carried Ye Guan on her back and left a trail of blood as she made her way over to the Sword Master’s statue.
A horrifying pressure pressed down on them.
A loud noise echoed, prompting Ye Guan to look down, and he was horrified. Ji Xuan’s body was disintegrating in real-time under the horrifying pressure. He rushed to grab Ji Xuan with his right hand because his left hand was no more; it had disintegrated beneath the terrible pressure.
Ji Xuan came to a halt. She desperately turned her head to stare at Ye Guan.
“It was my blessing to meet someone like you in this lifetime, but it’s a pity that you already have someone you like. I’m sorry, but… this is it. If there is a next life, I’ll look for you and make sure that I’ll find you first before anyone else…
“Do you know? I really, really, really like you. Yes, I like—ah…”
Ji Xuan’s fleshly body finally crumbled beneath the pressure and turned into ashes that scattered in the wind.
Ye Guan stared blankly as a dagger landed in his hand.
Meanwhile, An Wujun was about to make a move, but the Sword Master’s statue trembled. The statue split open, and a white-haired man walked out.
An Wujun’s expression changed, and he immediately kneeled along with everyone else.
Ye Guan gripped the dagger tightly in his right hand and dragged himself toward the Sword Master. Each step was more arduous than the other, and his every step left a bloody footprint behind.
His left arm was missing, and blood incessantly poured out of the wound. He took a few more steps until he could no longer persist and collapsed. Using all the energy he had left, he crawled toward the Sword Master, leaving behind a trail of blood.
Ye Guan forced himself to stand up, but he eventually collapsed to his knees. His right hand was torn so badly that his bone was exposed. It took him all his strength to place the dagger in front of the white-haired man.
“Can you… save her, Senior? I… I don’t mind dying.”