Death… and me

The appearance of the swordsmen left everyone speechless. The ownership of the saber was no longer in question. However, even as the saber was thrown into the air, these two swordsmen surprisingly didn't jump up to catch in. Instead, they stood there fixated on the other.

Their stance made them appear on guard. The stance that the both of them adopted was like that of mortal enemies… Sword aura began to flow from their bodies and battle with one another. Their fight made the already cold winter weather even colder than it already was…

These two were struggling against one another? It seemed as though that the both of them were on guard against one another.

So it seems that they are on different sides.

It was at that instant that the four Revered level masters felt immense regret. If we had known that the both of them were on opposing sides, we would have joined forces to take down one and subsequently the other… Moreover, the precious saber that we have been clamoring after was already in our possession…

The saber continued to travel in the air, falling right over Ji Mo's head…

The original and now injured owner of the Underworld Saber screamed with delight. The moment he realized what had happened, he jumped up and grabbed the Underworld Saber. He then laughed hysterically and said, "Thank you for giving the saber back to me… You fools… Hahaha…"

He disappeared into the darkness of the night as he turned around and quickly ran away. Everyone spat and sneered, "The both of you deserve it! He isn't wrong! The both of you are really fools!"

This is clearly a fight for a saber, why would the two swordsmen even be here in the first place?

Now the guy with the saber has disappeared… Even though the both of you almost managed to get it, you had to turn on one another…

Nevertheless, no one dared to provoke the both of them. In the end, these two individuals continued chasing after the Underworld Saber with the rest of everyone else.

The people who were chasing after him wanted to cry as they thought to themselves: You are still trying to get the saber… Just go somewhere else instead…

Ji Mo continued to run. He was extremely annoyed and envious that he would have rather died. His heart burned with jealousy as tears streamed down his cheeks!

Gu Du Xing is now a swordsman?! A swordsman!!!

Gu Du Xing had previously been at the same level as me, but now he's become a swordsman! A Revered level swordsman!

Moreover, Chu Yang is now also a swordsman!

Ji Mo wanted to find a deserted place to cry his heart out. What sort of difference was this? The disparity was as great as that of the river compared to the seas… Heaven is far too unfair…

After taking a few turns, Ji Mo managed to shake off the crowd and joined up with Rui Bu Tong. However, when they met, he realized that Rui Bu Tong was exhausted. After seeing Ji Mo's face, Rui Bu Tong showed a look of comfort from seeing someone else who was having it way worse.

I was not equal to Gu Du Xing to begin with. So what's it to me if he is better than me now? This punk, Ji Mo is the pitiful one. Haha. Poor kid. He was at the same level as with Gu Du Xing but now has been left in the dust.

As he thought about this, Rui Bu Tong was filled with joy. Ji Mo's face appeared as though it had been kicked multiple times. Rui Bu Tong laughed out aloud and his first words were surprising, "Hey, third elder brother, second elder brother is a swordsman already… He even broke through Revered Sword Artist. Haha… This is such good fortune; the two of us have to celebrate when we get back…"

Ji Mo grounded his teeth. His face twitched angrily as he said, "Shut up!"

"I really envy…" Rui Bu Tong folded his arms in front of his chest as he looked up. It was as if he was being extremely wishful. With a sudden look of realization he said, "Third elder brother Ji Mo, I just remembered that prior to this, both you and second elder brother were equally as famous and equally matched in the Middle Three Heavens…"

Ji Mo panted as his eyes as they emitted a cannibalistic aura.

Rui Bu Tong was extremely happy and continued to add fuel to the fire, "Hey hey, aren't you an eighth grade Martial Great Master now? Oh oh, you have really advanced very quickly. I am so jealous of you… Hahaha.."

Rui Bu Tong's level of schadenfreude had reached the limit as he laughed shamelessly.

Ji Mo grounded his teeth and suddenly smiled, "Sixth brother!"

"…" Rui Bu Tong hastily backed up and said, "Huh?… I didn't say anything."

"How is everything you have said considered not anything?" Ji Mo affectionately wrapped his arm around Rui Bu Tong's neck as the two walked side by side, "You are right. Us two brother must drink tonight. To celebrate… Hahaha… It's strange, what's worth celebrating is not second elder brother's breakthrough, but… that your cultivation level is still two grades behind mine. This really fills a person with delight!"

Ji Mo smiled happily, "Sixth brother, sixth, don't you agree?"

Rui Bu Tong let out an empty laugh as he forcefully said, "Third elder brother is really magnanimous…"

"Hah… Let's go. We must celebrate big tonight. Really big…" Ji Mo tightened his grip.

Rui Bu Tong suddenly felt that he couldn't even move his shoulders. Half of his body had become numb. His smiling face appeared as though someone's father had just passed away. He thought bitterly: If I am going to suffer regardless, I might as well make sure that I at least enjoy some part of it.

"Third elder brother, haha, if that is the case, this little brother will not turn this down even if it means dying a million times over. Let's go out and enjoy ourselves. After all, second elder broke through. Don't you agree? I know that you may not feel very good right now and that you are disappointed, sad and dejected. However, you cannot catch up and close such a great gap even while riding on a horse. Ahh, I am really sorry… Third elder brother… just let it out; I will be able to handle it!" Rui Bu Tong said in a pitiful voice. However, before he was even done speaking, his voice had turned into a moan.

Gritting his teeth, Ji Mo spoke word by word, "Good! Good! Since you have such a mindset. I would wrong you if I don't enjoy myself…"

They disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The moment that the two of them had disappeared, suddenly a person in blue emerged from the darkness. As he watched the silhouette of the both of them, he couldn't help but sweat and his entire body shivered…

"Mother!" The person in blue quietly groaned, "These two punks… They aren't gay, are they… Their conversation gave me goosebumps…"

Then he lifted his sleeves and scratched, "This is way too creepy."

If Ji Mo and Rui Bu Tong knew that they had been able to make an emperor level master get goosebumps, they would have been filled with pride.

However, other people couldn't be blamed for misunderstanding them. The both of them spoke as they pleased… what enjoyment, entertainment, letting everything that was in their minds out…

"I have to find that other punk. If there is a chance that those two punks are gay… Huh!" The person in blue muttered, "In any case, it's rather strange. Wasn't that little bastard a Master level? How was he even able to break through to the Great level so quickly? Moreover, he is now a swordsman? I have never seen such quick speed. Even if he had pure purple jade essence since he was a child, it still seems quite impossible …"

"Did I miss something?" The person in blue thought as he flew through the air, "Continent Center Citadel is thrown into such chaos. Hopefully, the little bastard didn't get killed…"

After turning a corner, Ji Mo finally released Rui Bu Tong, "My god. Did you feel that?"

"Nonsense! You can't doubt my sixth sense!" Rui Bu Tong cried out as if he was insulted. Then he cautiously turned and looked back, still feeling fearful.

"That was definitely not an illusion!" Ji Mo wiped his cold sweat, "Motherf*, that was too horrible! I feel as if I just fell into a mass grave. The pressure was so great. Even though my Ji clan is huge, there isn't anyone who has such a powerful aura…"

"I really don't know if that martial expert even needs any sort of heavenly weapons. He had started to follow the both of us all of a sudden… Motherf*, I thought we had been exposed…" Rui Bu Tong clicked his tongue.

The both of them were famous for their sixth sense. Although the person in blue had not shown himself or exposed his aura, the two of them instinctively managed to sense him.

This was a kind of feeling that an ordinary individual would feel if he were to walk across a mass grave on a starless and moonless night alone…

This sort of sense was not one that an ordinary martial artist was able to develop or have. If an individual had this kind of ability and was given the opportunity to develop, he would definitely become a powerful figure!

If this kind of sense was possessed by a scholar, he would probably become an official of great fortune. If it was possessed by a general, he would be able to win wars and turn failure into victory. If it was possessed by a martial artist, he would become an overlord for a generation!

The sixth sense!

"Mm, third elder brother, you know that I said those things because of that mysterious person and not to attack you…" Rui Bu Tong smiled sweetly.

"Hmm, I know that you didn't mean to insult me. However, I still felt a little uncomfortable after hearing them. Moreover, you know that if I am uncomfortable, then you will be especially uncomfortable. Let's go. I will make sure to treat you well." Ji Mo smiled devilishly, "I really have to commend your smart mouth…"

"Ah? No!" Rui Bu Tong cried out.

This night was definitely a blood-soaked night for Continent Center!

At dawn, all of the jail cells in the Continent Center were filled to the brim! Moreover, even a temporarily vacated barracks was being turned into a holding area filled with prisoners. However, the number of Jiang Hu people in the Continent Center Citadel continued to increase even further.

The Prime Minister's manor…

Diwu Qing Rou was wearing a soft fur coat as he used a small pair of scissors to trim a delicate potted plant on his desk. His movement was gentle and slow. His countenance seemed peaceful and easy. His gaze was as calm as water.

The emotional moment of yesterday was gone.

Han Bu Chu and Jing Meng Hun hastily walked in.

"What is it? What is the rush?" Diwu Qing Rou said casually. He remained engrossed in the potted plant and did not even bother to glance at them. It was as if all of his thoughts were directed at this plant.

Gao Sheng was going to speak but Han Bu Chu gently tugged his sleeve.

Diwu Qing Rou continued to treat them as thin air as he continued to trim his plant. Surprisingly, he even admired it for a brief moment even after he finished pruning it. He then picked up a white silk cloth and wrapped up all of the cuttings. After which, he leisurely began to wash his hands. By then, almost an hour had passed.

Finally, he sat down and said, "You are all in a rush. Did something big happen?"