bookcurios Chapter 363: Master and Disciple Go Offline
Chapter 363: Master and Disciple Go Offline
Seeing this, Taiyi Zhenren was very anxious. He quickly waved his whisk and rushed towards Wen Zhong's attack. The whisk and the golden whip collided in the air, making a deafening roar.
However, Taiyi Zhenren's injuries had not yet healed and his strength was greatly reduced. He was simply unable to withstand Wen Zhong's full-strength attack.
"Puchi——" Taiyi Zhenren also spat out a mouthful of blood. His figure was like a kite with a broken string, and was blown away by Wen Zhong's golden whip.
He fell to the ground and struggled to get up, but felt weak.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong's mouth curled up slightly. He knew that he had defeated Master Taiyi and his disciple and became the winner of this battle.
He waved the golden whip and walked towards Taiyi Zhenren and Mu Lei, ready to give them the final blow.
"Master... what should we do?" Mu Lei asked with difficulty, his voice full of helplessness and despair. He looked at Taiyi Zhenren, his eyes gleaming with a light of seeking help.
Taiyi Zhenren endured the pain and struggled to get up. He looked at Wen Zhong with a determined light in his eyes.
"My disciple, don't be afraid. I haven't lost yet!"
However, Mu Lei knew that his master's words were just consolation. Both of them were seriously injured and were no match for Wen Zhong. He watched Wen Zhong approaching step by step, and his heart was filled with fear and despair.
"Humph! You two, master and disciple, stop struggling. Just accept your death!"
Wen Zhong sneered, his voice full of cruelty and ruthlessness. He brandished his golden whip, ready to give Taiyi Zhenren and Mu Lei the final blow.
Upon seeing this, Mu Lei made up his mind and stood in front of his master Taiyi Zhenren.
"Master, please leave quickly! Although I am not talented, I hope that with my humble efforts, I can buy you a few moments to escape."
Mu Lei's voice was weak but firm. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart, filled with reluctance to part with his master, Taiyi Zhenren.
When Taiyi Zhenren heard this, his heart trembled. He knew very well what Mu Lei's action meant. It was a sacrifice at the cost of his life.
Although Taiyi Zhenren accepted Mu Lei as his disciple only to help him survive the calamity of the mortal world, after years of getting along, he had already regarded Mu Lei as his own family member, and guided him with all his heart and taught him everything he knew.
How could he not have a sense of master-disciple relationship with Mu Lei? This feeling had long surpassed the initial use and calculation, and became pure and profound.
Therefore, as a master, how could he abandon his disciple? A strong sense of responsibility surged in Taiyi Zhenren's heart.
"Mu Lei, how can your master..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mu Lei.
"Master, I can only repay your kindness in my next life."
After saying that, Mu Lei looked at Wen Zhong and snorted coldly. The remaining spiritual power in his body suddenly burst out. He swung the sword in his hand and met the fatal blow in an almost suicidal posture.
The sound of metal clashing and sparks flying was like the collision of stars, illuminating the world.
Mu Lei's figure was like a kite with a broken string, being blown away by an irresistible force. His blood was like gorgeous red silk, cutting through the air and finally spilling on the surrounding land, blooming into shocking blood flowers.
"Disciple!!!"
Taiyi Zhenren's shout tore through the silence, his voice contained endless sorrow and anger. He stared at the wooden fort, his eyes flashing with an indescribable emotion.
Immediately, Taiyi Zhenren's face turned cold, as if frozen in ice. He slowly turned around, his eyes like torches, and shot directly at Wen Zhong. He said in a deep voice:
"Wen Zhong, you killed my beloved disciple. Today, even if I die, I will kill you here!"
After saying this, Taiyi Zhenren took out several precious pills from his sleeve and swallowed them without hesitation.
The pill melted in his mouth, and waves of warm and powerful medicinal power instantly surged through his body, like the warm sun in spring, constantly washing his limbs and bones, repairing his injuries caused by the battle.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows slightly, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He gently waved the golden whip in his hand, pointed at Taiyi Zhenren, and said in a cold voice:
"This Grand Master has said that today, neither of you, the master and the disciple, can escape. Since you dare to help Zhou to commit atrocities, don't blame this Grand Master for being ruthless."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhong moved, and approached like a ghost, waving his golden whip, creating gusts of sharp wind, and went straight for Taiyi Zhenren's vital points.
Taiyi Zhenren snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he moved forward to meet Wen Zhong's attack.
He waved his hands, and a dazzling sword light instantly cut through the sky, intertwining with Wen Zhong's golden whip, erupting with a deafening roar.
The two men intertwined their figures, switching between offense and defense, and every move and every style contained earth-shaking power.
Taiyi Zhenren's sword shines like a dragon, flexible and changeable, while Wen Zhong's golden whip is like a snake, cruel and cunning.
When the two collided, sparks flew, as if they were going to ignite the entire world.
During the battle, Taiyi Zhenren became more and more courageous. He seemed to have transformed all his sorrow and anger into strength, and every time he swung his sword, it was carried with the momentum to destroy the world.
Wen Zhong's face was solemn. He felt Taiyi Zhenren's attack as fierce as the tide, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
However, just when the two were fighting to a standstill, Taiyi Zhenren suddenly let out a long roar, his body suddenly rose up, and the sword flashed like a rainbow, going straight for Wen Zhong's head.
Upon seeing this, Wen Zhong swung his golden whip in an attempt to block the fatal blow.
"Taiyi, it's not that I underestimate you," Wen Zhong's voice sounded unusually calm amid the roar, "Before you were injured, you might have been able to fight me on equal terms. But now that you've been severely injured, how could you possibly be my opponent?"
Taiyi Zhenren snorted coldly, and the sword light increased instead of decreasing, as if to cut off Wen Zhong's words in mid-air.
His figure was graceful and his sword moves were continuous, each move and each style contained earth-shaking power.
The sword light and the golden whip intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net, which was dazzling.
"Wen Zhong, you are just a third-generation disciple of Jiejiao, yet you dare to be so arrogant in front of me," said Taiyi Zhenren in a cold voice, like a chill wind piercing the bones, "It shows that your master's teaching is not good, which makes you so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth."
"Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master, so that you will know what it means to respect teachers and what it means to be humble."
When Wen Zhong heard this, his face darkened and he sneered:
"Taiyi, don't try to show off your verbal skills. I want to see how long you can hold out. If I don't kill you today, I will not be able to quell my anger."
As soon as he finished speaking, he once again summoned the male and female golden dragon whips and attacked in the direction of Taiyi Zhenren.
When Taiyi Zhenren saw this, his face changed drastically. He felt Wen Zhong's attack as fierce as the tide, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
He swung his sword in an attempt to block the fatal blow, but the golden whip was too fast and too powerful, so he could only dodge it with difficulty.
"Wen Zhong, how dare you deceive me like this!"
Taiyi Zhenren roared, his voice full of resentment and anger. His sword light grew stronger, pouring down on Wen Zhong like a violent storm, trying to turn the tide of the battle by attacking.
Wen Zhong sneered, and the golden whip in his hand changed direction flexibly, as if it had spirituality, penetrating Taiyi Zhenren's layers of defense and hitting his chest directly.
“Pfft——!!!”
Taiyi Zhenren only felt a huge force coming, his body involuntarily paused, and a gleam of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
He looked down at the golden whip that pierced his chest. Blood flowed down the whip, staining his robe red.
Taiyi Zhenren looked up at Wen Zhong's cold and ruthless face again, and an indescribable despair surged in his heart.
"You...you...poof..." Before Taiyi Zhenren finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell into the air, as beautiful and sad as falling flowers. His body was shaky and seemed to fall down at any time.
Wen Zhong's face turned solemn when he saw this. He slowly put away the golden whip and looked at Taiyi Zhenren coldly, as if he was looking at a dying person.
"Taiyi, you are unworthy of being a master of the Chan Sect. You deserve to be defeated by this Grand Master today. It is all your own fault."
Wen Zhong's voice was cold and heartless, as if he had no sympathy or mercy at all.
When Taiyi Zhenren heard this, he felt a strong sense of grief and indignation. "Bang—" He fell to the ground powerlessly, his eyes gradually blurred, and the fire of life was extinguished bit by bit.