Chapter 1093: Saving Bi Dao
Venerable Poisonsword in Bi Dao's body mixed in with the group of assassins. Coupled with the fact that Bi Dao also wore long, black robes, he did not attract Jian Chen or the others' attention, until he spoke.
Jian Chen and Rui Jin turned to venerable Poisonsword at the same time. Rui Jin's expression remained the same as before, but Jian Chen's eyes suddenly narrowed. He blankly stared at venerable Poisonsword as his expression changed very quickly.
Even after so many years, Jian Chen was still able to recognize Bi Dao. Bi Dao was his mother's brother as well as his uncle by blood. He would never forget one of his few relatives.
"Uncle!" Jian Chen cried out in surprise, immediately flying toward him.
A sliver of amazement crossed over Rui Jin and Hong Lian's faces when they heard what Jian Chen said. They followed Jian Chen.
Venerable Poisonsword had obviously heard Jian Chen's cry as well, which stunned him. He became rather puzzled.
"Xiangtian, it's actually Xiangtian. He's actually Xiangtian…" Bi Dao's soul began to violently pulse, no longer as calm as it was before.
"Xiangtian? What Xiangtian? Brat, you recognize these people?" Venerable Poisonsword jumped inside as he felt an ill omen.
At this moment, venerable Poisonsword could feel the mysterious power immobilizing him disappear. He had regained his freedom, but he dared not flee. Any attempts of resistance and escape before an expert like this were futile.
"He's my nephew. Venerable Poisonsword, I'd like to see how you kill me now," Bi Dao gnashed his teeth. He began to violently struggle in attempt to regain control over his body.
"What! Your nephew!?" Venerable Poisonsword paled in fright. He worked hard to suppress Bi Dao's soul as his heart churned.
"That's completely impossible, you brat. Your nephew cannot be older than you, and you're not even a hundred years old. How can you have such a powerful nephew? Bi Dao, do you really think that I'm a kid you can trick?" Venerable Poisonsword loudly voiced his thoughts, but he was not confident with what he was thinking at all. Jian Chen's call of uncle was already perfect evidence.
Jian Chen had arrived by venerable Poisonsword's side. He stared at vernerable Poisonsword in shock, and just when he wanted to speak, he seemed to sense something. His expression changed as his eyes suddenly narrowed. He called out, "You're not my uncle! Who are you?"
Venerable Poisonsword's body shook as he became uneasy. However, it was already too late for him to make up for what he did, so he shamelessly said, "Nephew, I'm your uncle. Don't you even recognize your uncle Bi Dao anymore?"
Jian Chen sharply glared at him, before he pointed the Emperor Armament in his hand at venerable Poisonsword, radiating with an aura of destruction. He called out, "You still want to lie? Speak, who are you?" A powerful killing intent began to surge from Jian Chen.
Venerable Poisonsword's heart shivered when he saw how Jian Chen did not fall for his trick.
Rui Jin and Hong Lian arrived by Jian Chen's side. Their eyes flashed with gleams of light as they stared fixedly at venerable Poisonsword.
"Jian Chen, this body has two souls. Someone is forcefully suppressing the soul of the original owner and, hence, controlling the body." Rui Jin explained.
Jian Chen's expression changed, and he yelled at venerable Poisonsword, "Leave my uncle's body at once, or I'll wipe you out."
Venerable Poisonsword's expression changed as well. He said, "Your uncle is still alive. I've fused with your uncle's soul right now, so if you kill me, your uncle will die as well."
Jian Chen's heart sank. If Bi Dao had suffered any physical damage, there were many ways to heal it regardless of how heavy it was. However, matters would become extremely annoying when they were related to the soul.
"He still hasn't gained full control over the body, so he's still not the owner of it. I have ways to deal with him," Hong Lian suddenly informed them. She extended a finger toward Bi Dao's chest and stabbed into his heart, removing a droplet of dark-red essence blood. At the same time, a ball of white flames appeared out of nowhere in Hong Lian's left hand. With a flick of her right hand, Bi Dao's essence blood shot into the white flames.
The flames turned a red-white as soon as the essence blood entered, and with a wave of her left hand, the flames immediately surged toward Bi Dao's body.
Hiss! Although it was just a small ball of flames, the flames spread very quickly once they touched Bi Dao. They encased him with a bright surging fire.
"Argh!" Venerable Poisonsword immediately shrieked out in pain under the scorching of the fire. The flames produced no ordinary fire; they were extremely harmful to the soul, where even someone like venerable Poisonsword could not resist.
Hong Lian casually spoke when she saw Jian Chen's worried expression, "Don't worry, your uncle's essence blood has already been fused into the flames by me. It cannot harm your uncle at all and will only target objects that do not belong to your uncle. Using it to deal with that foreign soul in your uncle's body is extremely suitable for the situation."
Jian Chen immediately stopped worrying when he heard her explanation.
The flames rolled around Bi Dao's body. Although they did not give off any heat, there was no doubting their strength. The marks left behind by venerable Poisonsword in Bi Dao's body were slowly burned away.
Venerable Poisonsword's shrieks became more and more painful and more and more chilling. Enduring the scorching, he no longer had any extra strength to suppress Bi Dao's soul, allowing Bi Dao to regain control over his own body once again. Venerable Poisonsword's shrieks also became pulses of a soul in Bi Dao's head.
"You old bastard, didn't you want to devour my soul before? Let's see who will be devouring whose soul now." Bi Dao was not a weakling. Without even talking to his nephew, he immediately began to devour venerable Poisonsword's soul instead.
Originally, it would have been impossible for Bi Dao to devour the soul of a Saint King at Great Perfection with his powers, but venerable Poisonsword's soul had become extremely weak under the scorching of the flames. Since his soul was also in Bi Dao's head, Bi Dao was provided with this rare opportunity to devour the soul.
However, Bi Dao's current strength was just too low. His appetite was nowhere great, so Bi Dao reached his limit as soon as he devoured a tiny portion—venerable Poisonsword was still a Saint King at Great Perfection, even though his soul had become extremely weak. It was impossible for Bi Dao to devour it all in a short amount of time.
The flames that burned venerable Poisonsword's soul gradually subsided, and his soul stopped shrieking. All that was left was a gray pearl floating in Bi Dao's head. It was filled with the presence of the mysteries of the world and the dense power of a soul.
"That foreign soul that's taken over his body has been wiped out. As long as a small portion of the soul remains in your uncle's body, the comprehensions of the mysteries of the world in the foreign soul will remain because of the wonders of my fire and the environment, so if your uncle can absorb all of it, his strength will greatly increase. It is a great opportunity for him." Hong Lian nonchalantly spoke. Afterward, she raised her hand and a ball of flames rushed out of Bi Dao, returning to her hand before disappearing.
Jian Chen obviously became extremely happy knowing that Bi Dao had obtained such a great opportunity to increase his strength. He arrived by Bi Dao's side and asked out of concern, "Uncle, are you alright? How do you feel?"
Bi Dao slowly opened his eyes. They were filled with weakness and exhaustion. He had yet to convert the portion of the venerable Poisonsword's soul he had devoured into his own, while even more fragments of the soul and mysteries of the world remained in his head. The weakness in his soul was due to the suppression he suffered as well as the fact that his body's control was forcefully seized from him.
Bi Dao looked at Jian Chen with mixed emotions as gladness filled his face. After so many years, his nephew was becoming more and more outstanding.
"Xiangtian, you're fine now. The Yama Hall was the mysterious people who wiped out our Bi family long ago. Only you can complete the revenge now," Bi Dao said.
Killing intent surged in Jian Chen's eyes when he heard that. He grit his teeth, "I never thought that the mysterious people who wiped out the Bi family back then was the Yama Hall. I can finally avenge the Bi family now.
"Uncle, go rest first. Leave everything to me," Jian Chen said to Bi Dao. He gazed around and saw that a large portion of the thousand or so assassins of Yama Hall had been slaughtered by the five Saint Rulers. Only a dozen or so Saint Ruler assassins remained.
Although there was the punishment of Celestial Decay if Saint Rulers or above killed those below Saint Ruler, that was only applicable to massacres, targeting those who kill millions of people. Just killing a thousand people would not lead to Celestial Decay.
Violent booms constantly vibrated around. The battle in the distance became even more intense. The five Saint Rulers now worked together as they encircled the Saint Ruler assassins, killing them one by one.
The Saint Ruler assassins were all limited in their movements. Although they could counterattack, it was very difficult for them to move, so even if they were more powerful, they could not resist the joint attacks of the five Saint Rulers. In the blink of an eye, two of the weaker Saint Ruler assassins were killed off by the five Saint Rulers.
On the other hand, the slaughter of those above Saint Ruler would not increase the sins of a person and lead to Celestial Decay, no matter how horrifying the slaughter was.
Jian Chen coldly stared at the remaining Saint Ruler assassins. With his Emperor Armament, he used the Illusionary Flash, charging toward them from where he was in the form of a blur. Everytime he passed by one of them, the Emperor Armament would turn into a black streak of light and a head would be launched into the air.
Even Saint Rulers at the Ninth Heavenly Layer were not Jian Chen's opponent. Very soon, all of them died to Jian Chen's hands. Their souls were all wiped out as blood dyed the sky, falling like rain.
Jian Chen's white robes fluttered as his long hair swept about. He stood in the air with his Emperor Armament, which dripped with blood, seeming just like a god of slaughter. He glared at the destroyed divine hall and coldly called out, "How much longer are you going to hide, you, the real experts of the Yama Hall? Are you still not going to come out.
He had learned from Changyang Zu Yunxiao that there was not a lot of Saint Kings in the Yama Hall, but there was more than one.
Suddenly, an extremely thin spike appeared behind Jian Chen. It stabbed at the back of Jian Chen's head with lightning speed and utter silence, wanting to wipe out his soul in a single stroke.