Chapter 39

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Chapter 39: He Cannot Be Killed

Mu Xiaofeng had already disabled three of them, but he had no intention of stopping. Gripping his heavy sword, he stared at Wangyu Bell, his eyes gleaming with a cold light. It seemed that Wangyu Bell would be next.

The Mo family knew Mu Xiaofeng was about to attack Wangyu Bell. They quickly gathered their energy and commanded their mechanical soldiers to charge at Mu Xiaofeng, hoping to stop him once again.

Seeing the troublesome mechanical soldiers rushing toward him again, Mu Xiaofeng sneered, “The same tricks won’t work on me. You’re quite the annoyance.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Xiaofeng channeled his energy into the sword and slammed it into the ground. The earth around him began to quake and collapse, dragging Mu Xiaofeng into a hole in the ground.

The mechanical soldiers, seeing him vanish underground, gathered around the hole, waiting for Mu Xiaofeng to emerge. But the Mo family underestimated him—his real target was not the mechanical soldiers but themselves.

Suddenly, Mu Xiaofeng burst out of the ground behind the Mo family’s leader. Shocked and paralyzed by fear, the leader felt an overwhelming killing intent from behind. Trembling, he turned around, only to see Mu Xiaofeng’s deathly grin. With one swift slash, the Mo family leader’s head fell before he could even react.

The Mo family relied on their machines to fight, as their physical abilities were quite average. Their strength lay in their intellect. But with their leader dead, the mechanical soldiers shrank back into their original box forms.

Wangyu Bell was stunned by the scene before him. He never thought Mu Xiaofeng would actually kill someone. Maybe he had thought so before, but now, faced with the cold reality, he was unsure of his own fate.

Wangyu Bell’s voice trembled as he pointed at Mu Xiaofeng, “Didn’t you say you changed your mind and wouldn’t kill anyone? What is this, then?”

Mu Xiaofeng’s evil smile reappeared. Lowering his heavy sword, he replied, “Oh? Did you really hear me say that? You must be deaf, there’s no way you could’ve heard me.”

Terrified, Wangyu Bell turned and ran, but he didn’t get far before Mu Xiaofeng caught up to him. Mu Xiaofeng appeared in front of him and slammed his knee into Wangyu Bell’s stomach, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood that splattered onto Mu Xiaofeng’s face.

Mu Xiaofeng then punched both of Wangyu Bell’s ears with fists charged with energy. The blow was so strong that Wangyu Bell lost his hearing entirely, truly becoming a deaf man.

Mu Xiaofeng had dealt with all five of the strange men. Standing still, he surveyed the scene, feeling a rush of excitement. But this excitement didn’t come from Mu Xiaofeng himself—it was the dark shadow inside him. That shadow hadn’t felt the thrill of bloodshed for a long time.

“Alright, you’ve avenged yourself. I won’t meddle with the fates of those five anymore. But Qiao Zi is dead. If you want to save her, the only way is to use the life arts of the Blood Spirit clan to revive her.”

At that moment, the masked man spoke to Mu Xiaofeng. Freed from the spatial magic that had bound him, he was now hesitant—should he save Qiao Zi? Saving her meant his own death.

The blind man from the Tio clan, hearing that the masked man wanted to save the scholar, went into a frenzy and roared, “Are you crazy? The Mo family’s dead, and you want to give your life to save a common person instead of reviving the Mo family? The six great families have always been allies!”

The Tio clan man couldn’t understand the masked man’s decision. The masked man glared at him and then slowly walked toward Qiao Zi. He hated those five strange men deeply and knew that if it hadn’t been for their senseless killings, things wouldn’t have come to this.

Mu Xiaofeng slowly walked up beside the masked man, who knelt down to treat Qiao Zi. He instructed Mu Xiaofeng, “The others are seriously injured, but they’ll pull through. Those two cursed ones—Wangyu Bell will have to lift the spell on them. As for Qiao Zi, I’m saving her because we once had a pact, and I despise the arrogance of the other five families.”

Mu Xiaofeng didn’t respond. His hands trembled uncontrollably. The masked man noticed something was wrong and looked up at Mu Xiaofeng, whose face was smeared with Wangyu Bell’s blood, twisted into a grim smile. Mu Xiaofeng intended to kill the masked man.

The masked man sensed the killing intent but couldn’t understand why. Lowering his head, he began to perform the Blood Spirit clan’s life art to revive Qiao Zi, all while warning Mu Xiaofeng, “Don’t let hatred blind you. Don’t lose sight of your purpose. Remember, if you kill me, you won’t be able to save Qiao Zi. Only I can bring her back.”

Mu Xiaofeng’s hand, shaking, raised into a fist aimed at the masked man, but then slowly lowered it.

“The kid’s resisting my control… Damn it, I’m not satisfied yet! I haven’t killed enough!” Mu Xiaofeng muttered, his body shaking violently, unable to move.

Mu Xiaofeng’s consciousness understood that only the masked man could save Qiao Zi. If the shadow inside him took over and killed the masked man, he would lose any chance of saving her. Mu Xiaofeng fought against the shadow’s will, resisting the urge to kill.

Writhing in pain, Mu Xiaofeng clutched his head and rolled on the ground. This internal battle gave the masked man enough time to nearly complete Qiao Zi’s resurrection.

Mu Xiaofeng suddenly stopped trembling and slowly stood up, his face once again contorted with rage. The shadow’s consciousness had overpowered Mu Xiaofeng’s own.

Mu Xiaofeng gathered a great deal of energy in his fist and swung it toward the masked man. Just then, Qiao Zi’s breathing returned, and her heartbeat began to thump once more. She had come back to life.

Mu Xiaofeng noticed everything—the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the faint sound of her heartbeat. His fist froze in midair, and tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at Qiao Zi.

Inside his mind, the shadow roared, “Why ruin my fun? Let me kill this masked guy! Let me shed more blood!” But Mu Xiaofeng’s voice echoed back, “If you kill him, you kill Qiao Zi. I won’t allow anyone to harm her.”

The shadow, along with the white and purple figures, appeared in Mu Xiaofeng’s mind once again. They seemed to be manifestations of his consciousness, meeting for another showdown.

The white figure, who had known the shadow for a long time, spoke, “We’ve fought for years, in life and death. But I understand that what made you like this isn’t your fault. Do you really want to see Mu Xiaofeng go through the same pain and suffering as you?”

The white figure seemed to understand the shadow’s story. The shadow remained silent, unmoving.

At that moment, the purple figure walked over to the shadow, gently placing a hand on him, and said, “Since I’ve been here, I’ve supported you in everything. But we can’t let Qiao Zi die. If she does, not only will Mu Xiaofeng be heartbroken, but I will be too.”

Mu Xiaofeng stood there, watching it all unfold. He felt a warm surge of energy wash over him, and the darkness surrounding him gradually receded, turning into a bright white. The shadow shrank, becoming a tiny black dot in the whiteness. Curled up, the shadow said, “Enough. Go back, Mu Xiaofeng.”

Mu Xiaofeng nodded toward the shadow and thanked him. “No matter what, I owe you my thanks.”

With that, Mu Xiaofeng’s consciousness returned to his body, bringing him back to reality. The masked man lay collapsed nearby, having successfully revived Qiao Zi. He now awaited death.

Mu Xiaofeng knelt beside the masked man, clutching his cold hand, tears streaming down his face. “Thank you… I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” The masked man’s eyes were closed, his expression peaceful, without a trace of suffering.

“Where am I? It feels like I just woke from a long, terrible dream,” Qiao Zi murmured. She opened her eyes, still drowsy, and spoke as though she had just woken from a nightmare.

Hearing Qiao Zi’s voice, Mu Xiaofeng turned hurriedly to look at her half-awake eyes, grasping her soft, warm hand. Her warmth brought him a sense of peace.

Qiao Zi looked at Mu Xiaofeng, puzzled by the tears on his face. “What’s wrong with you? I’m right here, aren’t I? I think… someone came here earlier, but I can’t remember.”

As she tried to recall, fear flickered across her face. She remembered—the five strange men who attacked and gravely injured them all. But she didn’t know she had already died once.

Mu Xiaofeng didn’t want to tell her. He simply said, “A very powerful person came to save us, but he didn’t make it. The masked man sacrificed himself.”

As dawn gradually broke, six adults suddenly appeared. They all gazed at Mu Xiaofeng with cold, indifferent eyes. Mu Xiaofeng knew that trouble would be endless from now on.

The six adults took away the members of the six great families, including the masked man and the bodies of the Mo family. At the same time, Yun Jie and Feng Xun’s witchcraft was lifted. Both of them collapsed to the ground and passed out.

Meanwhile, in another part of the Weapon Forest, the light of the White Tiger Sword in the central treasury gradually dimmed. The leader of the Tiger Immortal Clan shook his head, knowing that the prophecy had not been fulfilled, and the time had not yet come.