The Legend of Futian

Chapter 43: Farewell

Countless pairs of eyes fell onto Ye Futian. They watched as his bright, shining Life Spirit was released. The Roc Spirit.

Was this who Ye Futian really was? A frivolous, stubborn, and prideful young man?

Everyone thought they understood him well enough, but now they realized that they were still underestimating him.

He has already displayed his skills in both martial and divination art cultivation, plus his gifts in the thunder and fire elements. Now he was surrounded by a crazy storm of Spiritual Qi. Evidently, they were Wind and Metal Elemental. By the looks of it, he was a Mandate Sorcerer in at least four elements and cultivating in both arts.

He had been so casual about possessing such a great gift. His behavior had once been considered presumptuous and arrogant, but now it was actually understated. If it weren’t for Ye Futian’s intent of killing Murong Qiu, the people of Qingzhou Academy would have never found out how truly gifted he was.

Qin Yi arrived, running. Upon witnessing this scene, she had the urge to cry. Ever since returning from Mount Tianyao, her father had been decommissioned, and the Dark Qilin Knighthood was suppressed to the point of being abolished. After all, the enemy, Xia Fan, had returned to the East Sea Prefecture, and the city had fallen into the hands of Murong Yunshan. Murong Qiu was having his way.

Her father had once been the protector of the city, the one citizens put their faith in; now who was going to get justice for him? Even the prestigious Qingzhou Academy had chosen to stay quiet. All she could do was continue to cultivate in hopes of becoming stronger and more powerful. However, there was a stubborn young man who had come to get revenge on Murong Qiu all on his own.

“I am a Mandate Sorcerer,” said Ye Futian. Qin Yi suddenly thought back to the scene in her classroom. She remembered everything he had said. Those words had sounded so shameless before, but with what she saw now, Qin Yi could only laugh. Although she was laughing, tears began to fall from her eyes.

At that moment, the wings behind Ye Futian flapped, and he rose into the air.

Ye Futian did not cultivate Wind Aviation, but he possessed the Life Spirit. The Wind Elemental Roc Spirit was going to help him fly.

“Tell me, how should I kill you?” Ye Futian asked Murong Qiu as he watched him mercilessly. Murong Qiu had once asked Ye Futian arrogantly, “How are you going to kill me now?”

Murong Qiu paled and he shouted, “Yang Yao, go!”

Yang Yao failed to react immediately but was still able to use a wind spell to carry the two of them away.

However, Ye Futian’s figure was gone in a flash. He soared in the skies just like a roc. His wings spread out majestically. Very quickly, he was able to catch up to Yang Yao. Ye Futian’s speed was even faster than that of Yang Yao.

“Wind Blade!” Wind Elemental Spiritual Qi gathered around Yang Yao and formed into a sharp blade. Cutting through the air, it made its way in the direction of Ye Futian.

A sharp, piercing sound resonated. Ye Futian’s golden wings cut through the Wind Blade, destroying it. His beautiful golden wings carried him toward Murong Qiu gracefully, just like a real roc.

“Hurry!” Murong Qiu shouted in a craze after turning to see that Ye Futian was closing in on them.

With one flap of his golden wings, blood was spilled. A bloody cut appeared on Murong Qiu’s neck.

Murong Qiu’s eyes widened at the sight of Ye Futian. Then, in great fear, his shaking hands reached around his own neck. He lost all his energy, and his body began to convulse. He was only eighteen. These were supposed to be his best years. How could he die like this?