Chapter 176 Affidavit

Heavy rain poured down on the gate of Linglong Pavilion.

In the inner garden of the Zhong Manor, the wet purple-robed youth slowly opened his eyes.

Rumbling and dazzling light could be heard from time to time in the distant horizon, piercing the young man's eyes with pain.

He sat up and was stunned.

He seemed to be thinking about why he was here.

Another ray of light lit up, accompanied by a painful cry.

At that moment, the youth suddenly woke up. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the light was shining.

Four figures clashed in the sky.

The youth's pupils suddenly dilated at that time. He remembered what had happened. It was Zhong Changhen who knocked him unconscious.

He stood up and anxiously wanted to do something, but not to mention that a battle of this level was something that he was completely unable to participate in, just the height of the sky was far from a place that he could reach at the Nether Opening Realm.

Therefore, he could only look at the situation in the horizon, but could do nothing.

At this moment, the white-haired Sikong Bai waved his sword, forcing away the three people who had surrounded him. A red light flashed between his eyebrows, and his speed suddenly increased a bit. His voice was like a ghost as he rushed towards the man in a seven-star black robe. The sword in his hand carried the might of lightning and stabbed straight at him.

As the other two cried out in alarm, the man in a seven-star black robe froze in place.

When the other two saw this, they hurriedly wanted to rescue him, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of Sikong Bai's lips. A ghost-like howl immediately rang out from within his body. A phantom of an evil god with two horns on its head and wings on its back appeared behind him at that moment, and a majestic aura rippled out like ripples.

The Evil God appeared. He waved his huge arm. Zhong Changhen, who was dressed in a red robe, was caught off guard. He was viciously beaten up by the evil ghost. His body paused for a moment and he flew backwards from the horizon.

At that moment, Sikong Bai pulled out the sword in his hand, and the figure in the seven-star black robe immediately descended from the sky like a puppet that had lost its lifting thread. Sikong Bai, on the other hand, did not even look at the deceased Sect Leader. He turned to look at Ning Zhumang on the other side.

Seeing Long Congyun die in battle and Zhong Changhen lose, Ning Zhumang knew that there was no chance of killing Sikong Bai today.

He simply stopped and looked at Sikong Bai.

Their gazes passed through the dense night, through the pouring rain curtains, through the thunderous lightning, and met in midair.

"You've lost." Sikong Bai said at that time, his eyes shining with an extremely strange bloody light.

Hearing this, Ning Zhumang smiled miserably.

He looked at the three majestic mountain peaks under the rain and heavily sighed. He said dejectedly, "Yes, I lost."

"You injured Gongsun Ming and Zhu Longqi and almost put my Linglong Pavilion in danger. I can't keep you." Sikong Bai's eyes lit up. There was no lack of regret in his tone.

"Failure to kill them is indeed the fault of Bamboo Light. It is truly a shame to the ancestors." Ning Zhumang said regretfully. However, the conversation between the two of them was clearly not on the same line.

…

Song Yueming, who was soaked all over, dragged Zhong Changhen back to the courtyard in a sorry state.

"Martial Uncle!" He forcefully shook the red-robed old man, trying to wake him up from his coma.

Zhong Changhen slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his eyes to look at Ning Zhumang who was confronting Sikong Bai, and then looked at the anxious purple-robed youth in front of him.

"Zhu Xian's scheme is really good." His face was deathly pale as he spoke, and his anger was like a gossamer.

"Didn't Martial Uncle kill Zhu Longqi?" Hearing this, the purple-robed youth was stunned. He did not know what had happened during his coma, but he could tell from Zhong Changhen's tone.

The weak Zhong Changhen smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Zhu Longqi has a life-saving secret treasure on him. We are too careless."

Hearing this, Song Yueming's heart sank. If Zhu Longqi didn't die, then the cooperation between the Linglong Pavilion and the Longevity Division would continue. In that case, wouldn't their sacrifices be in vain today?

At that time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Martial Uncle, where Zhu Longqi is now, I will go and kill him!" As he spoke, he raised his long sword that had landed on the side, and the light in his eyes was decisive.

"Gongsun Ming, how can you kill him?" Zhong Changhen hurriedly grabbed the youth. This intense action affected the injuries in his body, causing his face to turn even paler.

"Then is there no other way? Just watch as the Linglong Pavilion ruins the thousand-year-old legacy and reputation in Sikong Bai's hands!" The youth asked with an extremely anxious expression in his eyes.

The old man lowered his head and remained silent.

Such a reaction undoubtedly made Song Yueming's heart sink to the bottom. He gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up again.

"Let me give it a try, Martial Uncle! Even if I die, I will still give it a try!"

When he said this, Zhong Changhen, who was lowering his head, suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the two people who were confronting the horizon, and then at the youth in front of him. Suddenly, he said, "There's another way…"

"What?" Hearing this, the youth hurriedly asked.

"Come with your ears." Zhong Changhen said.

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"Bamboo Light… Of all the disciples, I like you the most and trust you the most. But why don't you understand?" Ning Zhumang's attitude made Sikong Bai a little irritated. He asked in a voice filled with anger, regret, and confusion.

"Disciple understands. It's Martial Uncle who doesn't understand. Back then, Martial Uncle Mangji's lesson was still in front of us, but Martial Uncle doesn't understand." Compared to Sikong Bai's irritable Ning Zhumang, he was much calmer. He said as he looked at the old man with messy hair.

That gaze inexplicably made Sikong Bai very unhappy.

"I'm different from him. He has entered the Devil Realm, but I can control the Great Defying Sword Canon. Look at me. Do I look like him from back then?" The old man roared angrily, and his high-pitched voice rumbled out like thunder from his mouth.

Hearing this, Ning Zhumang quieted down.

He looked up and down at Sikong Bai with a calm gaze, as if he was really just as Sikong Bai had said, considering the difference between him and the Radiant Extreme Sword Immortal.

Then.

"Too similar." Ning Zhumang said calmly as if he was stating an indisputable fact.

These words undoubtedly provoked Zhongsi's pain. At that moment, the aura around him became even more violent. The phantom of the evil god behind him let out a shrill roar. A terrifying voice suppressed the thunderous rumbles, shocking the torrential rain that filled the sky. An aura like the apocalypse lingered in the sky above Linglong Pavilion.

The light in Ning Zhumang's pupils condensed. He discovered that his Martial Uncle's aura seemed to be a little stronger than when he fought Yuan Guilong the day before yesterday.

"In that case, this old man can only kill you." At this time, Sikong Bai's gloomy voice sounded again. His head of white hair was raised randomly, and his black robe was stirred high. The aura around him was strange and cold.

"But I beg you to die." Ning Zhumang stretched out his hand, and the power around him rose at that moment.

Although it was far from being compared to the monstrous Sikong, there was not the slightest bit of fear in his eyes. Instead, it was terrifyingly calm.

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"Martial Uncle! This is impossible! How can I do such a disrespectful thing!" Song Yueming cried out in shock, his face filled with shock.

"This is the only way. If you want to save Linglong Pavilion, you must have the determination to shoulder your sins." Zhong Changhen said. His pale face turned red at that time, as if his condition had improved a little.

"But" Song Yueming still wanted to say something, but Zhong Changhen suddenly sat up. He patted Song Yueming's shoulder, and Song Yueming involuntarily turned around.

He wanted to stop Zhong Changhen's next move, but he found that his body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to move at all.

"Remember, live! You must live!" Zhong Changhen said as his aura sank. He sat cross-legged behind Song Yueming, his hands connecting several marks to his dantian. Then, a light flashed in his eyes, and he waved his palms and slapped Song Yueming's back.

At that time, Song Yueming's body trembled. He felt a boundless force surge into his body from the place where he came into contact with Zhong Changhen. It passed through his limbs and bones, hiding in his pylon.

The expression on Song Yueming's face changed from shock to fear, from fear to despair, and finally to collapse.

He could clearly feel that the aura around the old man behind him was getting weaker and weaker with the passage of time, but he could do nothing, not even spit out a single sound.

At that moment, the purple-robed youth finally had the deepest feelings for his weakness and helplessness.

…

Ning Zhumang was no match for Sikong Bai.

After only two rounds of fighting, Sikong Bai saw an opportunity. A black evil aura filled the sky as he swung his sword.

Ning Zhumang's body trembled, and a shocking bloody hole appeared in his chest. At that time, the evil energy in the sky seemed to have found an opportunity to gush into his body through the wound. The meridians in his body withered and necrosed at a rate visible to the naked eye…

In the blink of an eye, he lost the strength to stand out of thin air and fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

He stared at the sky with his eyes wide open, and countless images of the past flashed through his mind.

He thought about the tears in the woman's eyes when he left that year.

He thought about the tomb and the baby girl waiting to be fed when he returned.

He thought about what his master had entrusted to him before he died, about the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of disciples…

Boom!

A rumble rang out in the sky.

After pulling Ning Zhumang's thoughts back to reality, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a distant mansion on the summit of the mountain.

Ning Zhumang was stunned.

A hint of a smile appeared on his bloodless face.

Dark clouds obscured the sun and heavy rain fell.

The starfire was not extinguished, it was not extinguished.

He muttered to himself and finally closed his eyes.

With a loud boom, his body fell to the ground, his flesh and blood blurred.

…

Sikong Bai 's calm eyes fell.

The tens of thousands of disciples on the ground looked at Sikong Bai with extreme fear and enthusiasm. They were gathered together in a kind of similar red light, and this situation was extremely bizarre.

"Where's Zhong Changhen?" Sikong Bai asked in a deep voice. His head of white hair was scattered randomly. At that time, the immortal seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

"Disciple just saw Zhong Changhen dragged that thief into the Zhong Manor by Song Yueming." At this moment, one of the disciples in the crowd hurriedly said. It was Lang Chaosha, who had just lost his master. However, at this moment, there was not the slightest bit of sadness on his face. Instead, it was filled with flattery and a sinister smile.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Sikong Bai raised his eyebrows and turned around to walk towards the Zhong Mansion.

Seeing this, Lang Chaosha hurriedly followed behind.

When they arrived at the gate of the Zhong Manor, the rain became even heavier.

The dome seemed to have been stabbed by something, and the rain was pouring down, as if it was going to drown this world.

Sikong Bai stood in front of the mansion gate, and Lang Chaosha quickly understood what was going on behind him.

He strode to the front door of the mansion and arrogantly shouted, "Song Yueming, your death is coming. How dare you harbor thieves?"

Just as he said that, something was thrown out of the courtyard, tumbled on the ground, and finally landed at Sikong Bai's feet.

Everyone looked over at that time and discovered that the thing was actually a head in horror.

Zhong Changhen's head.

Squeak!

With a light sound, the gate of the courtyard was opened.

At that moment, a wet purple-robed youth strode out.

Without looking at the ugly expression on Lang Chaosha's face, he walked straight to Sikong Bai.

He knelt on one knee and said loudly.

"This disciple does not humiliate my name. The usurper Zhong Changhen has already been executed. His head is here, but Master, please take a look."

The youth lowered his head.

The rain washed his body and flowed down the ends of his hair.

His face was stained with water.

However, no one could tell whether it was rain or tears.

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