Chapter 130 That Chen Country

Chen Xuanji frowned at that moment.

"I told you, I won't go back." He repeated what he had said before, and suddenly exerted force on his ankle, causing Meng Liang to shake apart.

Then, he took another step forward and was about to leave.

Clang!

But at that moment, a crisp sound rang out.

Meng Liang, who had fallen to the ground, used his sword to stand up with difficulty.

Chen Xuanji naturally felt this. He turned around and looked at Meng Liang in disgust.

"Then let's fight again." At that time, Meng Liang stretched out his sword and pointed it at Chen Xuanji. His body swayed as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.

However, the determination in his eyes was as sharp as the sword in his hand.

"One time, two times, ten times, a hundred times. The ending is the same." Chen Xuanji said softly. His body moved again. A sword light flashed and a bloody light suddenly appeared. At that moment, Meng Liang's body fell to the ground again.

A bloody scar suddenly appeared on his chest.

At that moment, the surrounding people all let out bursts of exclamations of admiration.

No one expected Chen Xuanji to be so ruthless. Although Meng Liang was clamoring that he would fight again, it was clear that he was already showing signs of fatigue. Chen Xuanji's attack was a bit excessive.

"This Chen Xuanji!" Ghost Subhuti's brows furrowed at that moment, clearly feeling a little unhappy.

She had always been like this, although she often made things difficult for Meng Liang, or she was rather unhappy with Xu Han, who had consumed Mo Chen's true essence.

But at the same time, she was extremely defensive. Otherwise, how could she pass on the Asura Art to Xu Han?

Seeing Chen Xuanji behave in such a manner, anger surged in his heart, and he wanted to stop Chen Xuanji.

However, just as he took this step, Mo Chen's hand reached out and stopped him.

"What? My disciple, don't you feel heartache anymore?" She was puzzled by Mo Chen Zi's actions and could not help but ask.

"When the cub grows into a lion, it will be chased out of the pack to find a new lion. Only by defeating him will the cub become a real lion."

"I can protect him for a while, but I can't protect him for the rest of my life."

"Not to mention, how could the gravekeeper I have my eyes on not be able to do such a trivial thing?"

Mo Chen Zi said slowly. He was obviously very confident in this Meng Liang.

However, it was the exact opposite of his confidence.

At this moment, Meng Liang, who had been knocked down, stood up again, but he was soon knocked down by Chen Xuanji's sword strike. A bone-deep scar appeared on his body once again.

However, just like last time, this disciple from Mount Li struggled to get up again after a few breaths.

He staggered to Chen Xuanji with his sword in hand.

"Follow me back." As he said this, the smile on his face was so ugly that it was almost twisted.

Chen Xuanji's brows furrowed even deeper at that time. Another cold light flashed past, and Meng Liang's body fiercely fell onto the ground not far away.

…

At that time, the surrounding people also fell silent.

Regardless of whether it was from the Linglong Pavilion or Great Zhou Jianghu's standpoint, everyone present truly hoped that Chen Xuanji would win this battle.

However, the bloodshed from this victory far exceeded everyone's expectations.

This Jianghu naturally had its own rules. Any challenge that did not involve a grudge would only end with a single point. However, this point would require either side to admit defeat or lose their ability to fight.

The Meng Liang in front of him clearly had no intention of admitting defeat.

Even though his entire body was riddled with wounds, and even though the fresh blood had already stained the ground beneath his feet, he still stood up again and again and lifted the sword in his hand.

If this continued, there was no doubt that he would die.

Everyone couldn't understand why he had done this. Even Fang Ziyu, who had a bad feeling towards him, covered his mouth at that time, his eyes sparkling with unbearability.

"What about now? Do you think he can beat Chen Xuanji?" Looking at Meng Liang who had already stood up and fallen on the stage, and how many times he had fallen, the dissatisfaction in Gui Puti's purple pupils was already extremely dense.

"Can you beat him? I never thought that he would be Chen Xuanji's opponent." Hearing this, Mo Chen Zi looked at Gui Puti in puzzlement, seemingly wondering why she had said such a thing.

"Since you can't beat me, why don't you let me take action? Do you want to watch the gravekeeper you found die here?" Ghost Subhuti was also very puzzled. Sometimes, she really couldn't figure out what this man who had carried her for sixty years was thinking.

"Just because you can't beat him doesn't mean he can't do it." At that moment, the corners of the man's mouth once again revealed a trademark ugly smile.

"What?" Ghost Subhuti was stunned, but he did not understand what the man was talking about.

"What he wants is not to win, but to bring Chen Xuanji back. I think he can do it." Mo Chen Zi knew what Gui Puti was thinking, so he explained in a timely manner.

Ghost Subhuti frowned again after hearing this. She looked at the indifferent Chen Xuanji on the stage and suspected Mo Chen Zi's firm words in her heart.

"What? A bet?" Mo Chen smiled and said.

Gui Puti naturally smelled the smell of Mo Chen Zi being so confident, but her temper was unwilling to admit defeat. Thus, after thinking for a moment, she raised her head and looked at Mo Chen Zi provocatively.

"What are the odds?"

"A promise."

"Huh?"

"If I win, after I leave, the Dark Asura Hall cannot attack the Sword Mausoleum."

After Mo Chen Zi left, Gui Puti knew what he was referring to.

At that time, her body trembled and she stared blankly at the man in front of her. After hesitating for a while, she finally nodded.

"Alright. As long as I'm Yama, Dark Asura Palace will not set foot in the Southern Wilderness."

"Thank you." At that time, Mo Chen nodded at Gui Puti.

He had known her for more than sixty years, and with her intelligence, how could he deceive her with such a clumsy provocation?

To be able to accept this bet, she had actually prepared to lose from the very beginning.

Mo Chen sighed in his heart.

In this lifetime, he had never been able to let her win even once…

…

"You will die." Chen Xuanji looked at the black-clothed youth who was struggling to stand up in front of him, his brows almost knitted together.

His tone was less decisive and more persuasive.

However, Meng Liang did not seem to hear his words. He stubbornly stood up once again. At that time, he could hardly find a single piece of intact flesh and blood around him. His entire body looked like a ghost that had crawled out of hell, ferocious and terrifying.

"Chen Tingzhu is dying."

"Several Marquises surrounded their respective princes outside Jinling City to prepare their troops."

"Father's 100,000 Tiger Wolf Cavalry is far away from Liaoxi Pass. Without the royal family's order, they are simply unable to lead their troops away."

"You are our only hope, and also the only hope of the Chen Kingdom."

"I want to bring you back!"

He murmured these words as if he was possessed by a devil, and his body slowly and painstakingly approached Chen Xuanji again.

"This is your mission."

"The blood of the Meng Clan is flowing through your body. You are Aunt Meng Yu's son. You should shoulder this responsibility!"

Meng Liang stubbornly repeated these words, and the steps he took became even more resolute as he spat out these words.

"Is that related to me?" Chen Xuanji said this, but his body involuntarily took a step back.

He was a little scared. For some reason, he, who had never been afraid even when facing a flood dragon, felt a terrifying power from this man who had already lost his fighting strength.

"Chen Tingzhu killed my mother. I only have a sworn grudge against him!" Perhaps it was because Meng Liang's actions were too crazy, and Chen Xuanji's heart's string that had been covered in dust for more than ten years was pulled by him at that time. Past events surfaced in his mind, and those deep-rooted hatred caused the calm-mannered Chongju Peak's First Apprentice to finally lose his balance at that time.

He roared at Meng Liang with red eyes.

However, he took a few steps back again.

"The prince of the Chen Kingdom died back then. I am Chen Xuanji! Chen Xuanji from the Exquisite Pavilion!"

After Chen Xuanji finished speaking, a violent sword intent surged out of his body. How could Meng Liang's already staggered body withstand such violent sword intent? Chen Xuanji knocked Chen Xuanji to the ground again in just a few moments of face-to-face contact.

"Cough cough cough!"

A few breaths later, when everyone thought that Meng Liang would not stand up again.

A violent cough came from the mouth of the figure lying on the ground.

Then he coughed up blood and stood up again.

At that time, Meng Liang looked at Chen Xuanji, whose eyes were scarlet red. A gentle smile actually appeared on his bloody face.

However, that gentleness was concealed under his sorry appearance, making it seem a bit strange and ridiculous.

He almost dragged himself towards Chen Xuanji.

"Why are you still standing up?" Chen Xuanji looked at the bloody figure with puzzlement written all over his eyes. He did not understand what was driving the man in front of him to stand up again and again, even though he had already reached this point.

Meng Liang walked very slowly, but after dozens of breaths, he finally arrived in front of Chen Xuanji.

The smile on his face was even more intense, and the gentleness from the bottom of his heart was almost like autumn water flowing out of his eyes.

"Because I know that you are wrong. You will eventually come back with me."

"So, even if I fall down a thousand times, as long as I'm still alive, I'll stand up without hesitation."

"Am I wrong?" Chen Xuanji stared blankly at Meng Liang, his puzzlement deepening.

"Do you think you hate Chen Tingzhu, Chen Country, everything about the royal family?"

"Actually, you only hate yourself. Back then, the one who watched Aunt Meng Yu die and was powerless to do anything about it."

"We used to be weak, but running away is never the answer."

"Follow me back."

"Together, we will save the terminally ill Chen Kingdom."

"That Meng Clan's blood-soaked guard, Chen Country, for generations."

"That Chen country where Aunt Meng Yu lived."

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