Chapter 9 – Difficult-to-fill Hatred

[Translator’s note: my note on ‘Wanwan’ (see previous chapter) applies here as well.]

In that instant Kou Zhong elevated his essence, qi and spirit to their peak condition. In this critical moment of life and death, he wanted to discharge all worries concerning Xu Ziling entirely out of his mind, to deal with the calamity before his eyes first with undivided will. Otherwise he would be, just like Song Que said, practically unfit to use the saber.

In this kind of moment, if he was still distracted by thinking about other things, not only it would not help him, he would be courting disaster even more.

Although he has fought hand to hand with her many times, he had never really learnt her true depth. His only advantage right now is that she did not know about the breakthrough and the degree of progress he has had these past few days.

If he could exploit this point well, perhaps he would be able to break the siege and escape, to rush back and rendezvous with Xu Ziling.

Even if they die, they would die together.

It was time to attack.

The beauty’s jet-black hair fluttered upwards, alive like countless vipers. It was the first time that he witnessed this kind of exciting-the-hair skill, which has reached the universally-shocking level. All four sides and eight directions were full of the dancing-violently shadows of her sleeves, like a net without a single side uncovered, coming in to envelop him.

Kou Zhong shouted coldly. Blurting out an apology, he put his strength onto his legs, and the roof tiles under his feet immediately shattered into cun-size pieces. It was as if Kou Zhong was falling into a deep cave.

Following the shattered tiles and wooden beam, he fell into someone’s house below, while at the same time his saber stabbed upwards to meet the finger energy attacking down, hidden inside the Tian Mo Xiu [demonic sleeves].

‘Ding!’

The blade met the finger energy head on. A burst of yin, cold qi, which felt like it could go on forever, penetrated the saber and went straight into his body. By the time his feet were finally going to touch the ground, Kou Zhong felt his meridians were about to split.

The tip of his toes had just touched the ground, Kou Zhong already had his true qi circulated one full cycle, neutralizing the opponent’s able-to-tear-the-heart-and-split-the-lungs terrifying qi energy, while at the same time creating a crashing noise as he broke through the main door, and running toward the open space area in front of the main hall of this house. And then he flew at an angle up toward the outer wall.

These several changes occurred within several breaths. Kou Zhong has broken away from critical circumstances, gotten away from the acute point of the opponent’s weapon.

Soaring high to pursue, the Tian Mo Dai [demonic ribbon] slipped out from inside the gauzed sleeves like vipers, swiftly targeting the back of Kou Zhong’s neck. It arrived the exact moment Kou Zhong gained firm footing on top of the wall.

The timing was so perfect. Even though the opponent was a