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Chapter 65 : A Life For A Life Part 3

Liu Xiao was now dead but the battle still continued. The gigantic underworld gate was still opened and demons lurked everywhere at the floating palace, Liu Xiao's grandpa and the old palace master was still fighting, Bai Lan and Lan Yang was still surrounded by countless demons, Shan Ling and Chen Yi were curled up in a corner and Mo Xian was unconscious while Tian Lang protected him.

The situation was messy and the cultivators were already losing, the tables have now completely turned. Wu Qingge was on the ground, staring at Liu Xiao's cold and lifeless body with his soft hazel eyes opened. His body were already pale and his colorless lips were filled with blood, the pure white robe embroidered with golden butterflies was now filled with holes coming from the red blade that stabbed him to death earlier.

Everything felt surreal and it seems like the things that was happening right now was only a nightmare. The jewel embedded on Liu Xiao's forehead became dull and it suddenly cracked and exploded into small fragments of crystals.

Wu Qingge remained holding Liu Xiao's body, continuously pouring his black and purple qi in his cold and lifeless body that was full of stab holes. Even though he keeps pouring to heal and bring Liu Xiao back to life, the curse of the demonic sword forbids him to heal the wounds and made it even worse.

The stab holes on Liu Xiao's body radiated a scarlet red mist and slowly exploded, blood spurted out on Liu Xiao's lifeless body but the beautiful man whose eyes was opened didn't show any signs of a pained expression. His beautiful face remained expressionless with a hint of a sad look and his lifeless eyes remained open and unblinking.

Wu Qingge poured even more of his qi into Liu Xiao's body but nothing happened, the holes exploded even more and Liu Xiao's body was now unrecognizable anymore, his beautiful face was bathed in his own blood and no signs of white fabric was shown on his beautiful robe, the robe he was wearing on the banquet of the Wan Rong Empire was just stained in his own blood now.

In a midst of the horrifying messy battle, the mythical bird, Huangtian soared high on the sky with the old palace master wrapped on it's large claws, Huangtian let out a roar and started to spread it's own fire on it's body to burn the old palace master. A silver crystals covered and crawled all over Huangtian's claws, making it's claws loosened and the old palace master escape from the mythical bird's grasp.

The old palace master then saw Wu Qingge whose back was facing him and holding someone on his arms.

Liu Xiao's granpa growled in a raging tone,

before he could say anything, the old palace master motioned his hand upward and a silver crystal covered Liu Xiao's grandpa's body, the crystals were sturdy and unbreakable, making him unable to move and use his spiritual qi. Liu Xiao's grandpa looked at the old palace master with bloodshot eyes.

The old palace master sneered at him.

Wu Qingge gently laid Liu Xiao's lifeless body on the ground and slowly stood up, his expression was unreadable as he picked up the demonic sword and stood still on his place. In a blink of an eye, he was already behind the old palace master who had let his guard down, the red blade penetrated deeply on the old palace master's heart, and a red mist overflowed with a loud ghost screams.

The red mist was a sign of the curse of the demonic sword so you wouldn't be abke to heal your wounds but the ghost screams will give you unbearable torturous pain.

The old palace master coughed out a mouthful of blood and turned around with a surprised expression, Wu Qingge's bloodshot eyes were glowing blood red, full or rage and despair as he pushed the blade to penetrate even more deeper inside the old palace master's heart.

The ghost screams continuously clung to the old palace master's ears and a sharp crawling pain appeared on his body, making him feel electrified and feel like countless centipedes were crawling inside of him and eating every last bit of his organs.

The old palace master let put a wailing pain and struggled to remove the blade that was pierced right into his heart, Liu Xiao's grandpa stood still while he was paralyzed and saw Liu Xiao's body behind Wu Qingge who was lying lifeless on the ground, full of stab holes and bathed in blood.

Wu Qingge was breathing heavily, continuing to push his sword deep into the old palace master's skin as if he was blaming the old palace master on everything but no words slipped out of his mouth.

He immediately calmed himself and let go of the sword that was still pierced on teh old palace master who was yelping in pain as he kneeled on the center of the floating palace while the red mist and the ghost screams surrounded him in horror.

Countless black and purple demon flames cane out of Wu Qingge's body, all slowly transforming into their original body and kneeling infront of Wu Qingge in a submissive position.

Wu Qingge took a quick glance on them and spoke,

The demons showed a slight of horrified expression while they took a quick glanced on the old palace master who was quivering and yelping in pain. The underworld realm and Demon realm was two different things because there are two types of demon in this world. The one was the superior, who was related to a God but they are the opposite one, they are mostly called Ghosts and they are in charge of different sins like the seven deadly sins; pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth.

However, the underworld realm is a single hierarchy. They only had one king who rules all unlike the demon realm who had seven kings but that doesn't mean that the demon realm was weak because they had seven kings. The two realms were neither strong nor weak, they're pretty much the same but the realm had different system of hierarchy. The demon realm is where dead people end up and waiting to be reincarnated while the underworld realm was full with varieties of demon clans ruled by a single king.

The underworld realm had three tortorous place were demon clans horrified; First was the Red River Of Agony, the legend says that the Red River was made of blood that can bring you an emotional torture and the hallucination will make you remember the things you don't want to. As you sink in deeper, the harsher the hallucinations will be and you will never surfaced out of the water anymore even if you struggled to swim up because there is an unknown barrier deep in the Red River.

The second was the Forest Of Woe, the underworld realm's trees usually were all withered and dead but inside the Foreat Of Woe, the trees were similar to the forest of the mortal realm, beaming with life and beauty. Nevertheless, you might be captivated by that beautiful foreat but the forest was filled with death and horror.

Countless demons have already been lost there and an unknown woman kept singing them a lullaby all the time with a sweet giggle. The sweet lullaby will make you sleep but you will wake up next day as a soul and you will see your own body only as a pile of bones and rippes skin and flesh.

The third was the cruelest of them all, the Sinner's Pit, you will fall in an endless abyss and experience any kinds of torture there is to imagine including abuse, whipping, limbs chopping, burning, being cooked and many more horrifying things you will never want to experience in your whole life.

The demon flames followed Wu Qingge's order and four of them dragged the old palace to the underworld realm, making him disappear like a popping bubble. The demonic sword fell with a loud reverberating clanging sound and turned back into the Former Mount Hua Peak Master.

Wu Qingge went back on Liu Xiao's body and gently picked him up with outmost care as if his remains will disappear and broke in any time if Wu Qingge didn't held him properly. The usual warmth that Liu Xiao gave was gone, as well as his heartbeat and his breathes. Everything was gone.

In a still messy battle, Mo Xian slowly reagined his consciousness. His eyelashes fluttered as he opened his eyes, his fingers twitched and he slowly stood up while he stroke his head that was stinging in pain.

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Mo Xian glanced up to see the person infront of him. Tian Lang was sitting infront of him, his body was colorless and fading little by little, as if he was only a fragment of soul gradually disappearing into thin air. Mo Xian couldn't help but feel terrified and he tried to touch Tian Lang but his hand only slipped past on his body, seeming like Tian Lang was only a ghost infront of him.

Mo Xian started breathing heavily,

Tian Lang lowered his gaze and could only speak with a low voice.

Mo Xian was puzzled and frightened at the same time.

Tian Lang's lips trembled as he spoke,

Mo Xian didn't say anything but his mind was filled with so many thoughts. Tian Lang took so much courage to speak as he continued to explain,

Tian Lang:

Seeing that Tian Lang was slowly fading now, the old palace master must've been slowly dying. Mo Xian raised his both trembling hands and tried to touch Tian Lang but he couldn't touch anything and his hands slipped past to Tian Lang's body as if he was only a hallucination.

Tears started to drip on the corner of Mo Xian's eyes.

Tian Lang slightly flinched but in the end he let out a low chuckle and replied, he raised his slowly fading index finger and pointed on Mo Xian's chest, referring to his heart.

Tian Lang let out a small smile as he continued to fade.

Mo Xian responded with a nod. He tried to touch Tian Lang again with a plead,

Tian Lang didn't respond and gritted his teeth before embracing Mo Xian with his fading body. Mo Xian couldn't feel him nor his embrace, he just sat still and let Tian Lang embrace while tears continuously streamed down to his face. Tian Lang's body slowly faded infront of his sight until he became transparent and the fragments of his soul slowly disappeared and floated upwards. His last words made Mo Xian cry even more.

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