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Chap 750

Chapter 750

Chapter 750: One sword convinces all while protecting Celestial Mountain Original and most updated translations are from volare. If read elsewhere, this chapter has been stolen. Please stop supporting theft.

Long Feiye didn’t attack, so He Yilian had no choice but to approach. When they were only five steps apart, he used his last bit of strength to dash in front of his target and kick at the other man’s chest. Almost simultaneously, a blade flipped out from the side of his shoe to aim at Long Feiye’s heart.

But Long Feiye was faster!

Besides the three Honored Elders and the sword sect master, nobody should have seen what he did--only its conclusion. Long Feiye ended up catching He Yilian by the ankle with the shoe blade inches from his chest. That only lasted a second. The next moment, Long Feiye gave a swing that sent He Yilian crashing to the ground. Before he could kick with his other foot, Long Feiye stepped on that leg and crippled it. Then he pulled the foot hiding the blade in front of He Yilian’s face. Though martial arts practitioners had excellent flexibility, the extreme stretching still pained He Yilian’s leg. His eyes widened in fear as the blade crept closer and closer until it was just short of his eye.

Kneeling by his side, Long Feiye murmured, “Who told you to drag on the fight?”

“You...you were pretending?” He Yilian’s voice was very weak, but still persistent.

Long Feiye gave a cold snort. “Looks like you were tricked. To die here...it’s really a pity for your skills.”

He Yilian couldn’t believe his ears. Long Feiye’s abnormality was all made up? He suddenly felt like a joke. He had been lied to--not just by the Lord Master, but Long Feiye as well. As his hopes dwindled to nothing, he realized that he would die an incomplete corpse thanks to his missing arms and hands.

What a miserable end! He couldn’t accept this!

“Cang Qiuzi had to die, but you could’ve lived on as Lockheart Courtyard’s new leader,” a cold smile played about Long Feiye’s lips before he lowered his voice. “Tell your lordship who set you up to do this.”

His words finally ignited He Yilian’s hatred. “Long Feiye, come closer. I’ll tell you.”

Long Feiye did as he was told. He Yilian opened his mouth and said six words very, very softly. It wasn’t clear whether Long Feiye heard them at all. By the time he straightened up, He Yilian used his last remaining strength to arch his body and impale himself against his own weapon. The blade pierced through his throat and finally ended his life.

Long Feiye didn’t spare him a glance as he stood up. He Yilian had died, and Long Feiye had won. Everyone was still gaping at the stage and felt like everything was just a dream. Their emotions were moved by all the sudden changes, leaving many of them at a loss to discern the truth and lies. The ranking matches finally had an outcome: He Yilian was well and truly dead. There would be no more exceptions.

Long Feiye’s tall and haughty form stood as straight as ever. Besides his ashen complexion, he didn’t look haggard at all. Standing above the crowd, his cold gaze swept upon them all before settling to rest on the Lockheart Courtyard disciples.

He pointed his Profound Frost Sword at them and said, “If anyone else wants to come onstage, your lordship will wait for you!”

All of the Lockheart Courtyard disciples lowered their heads, afraid to make a sound. Cang Xiaoying clutched her father tightly, too frightened to cry out loud. No one else moved. Everyone believed that Long Feiye had feigned his weakness onstage just then to lure He Yilian closer for a chance to quickly end the match.