Chapter 1655 — The Fall of That Heavenly Venerable
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
Along the way he avoided the villages of the Southern Heaven as best he could, to keep from being discovered — but how could he possibly remain undiscovered?
The Ancestor God King had already given the order that everyone in the Southern Heaven was to hunt for his whereabouts; Huotian Zun forced up one breath of strength and killed every soul who found him, leaving no one alive. After that he simply stopped avoiding the villages along his path, and walked into them with a dark face.
Moments later he would walk out again, leaving a field of corpses behind him.
"I will avenge you, my people," Huotian Zun said in silence.
"It was the Ancestor God King, Xutian Zun, and Lady Yuanmu who killed you; it was Emperor Haotian who killed you.
Had they not pressed me, pressed me so hard, you would not have needed to die. I, Huotian Zun of Longhan, will surely avenge you! " . .
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At last, as night fell, he came to a divine city of the heavens.
The city blazed with light, yet there was not a single guard on the gate tower; the gates stood wide open, and the divine soldiers and generals who should have held the city were nowhere to be seen. Huotian Zun shook the scabs of blood from his body, and they fell in a shower around him; the wound between his brows had shrunk considerably — the Mystic Art of Creation he had learned from Jingping was proving its worth.
Only, that blow of the Ancestor God King's had been too strong, leaving him a grave Dao wound that would not heal in any short time. "Master!
" As Huotian Zun walked into the city, he suddenly saw Yan Yazi at the head of his disciples, clattering down to their knees, a dense black mass of them ahead.
Huotian Zun's voice was hoarse and carried a note of pleasure: "Yan Yazi, worthy of the disciple I prized most.
Your master knows. .
. " "Master, why did you betray the Heavenly Court?
Why did you betray His Majesty?
" Yan Yazi raised his head, his eyes brimming with tears, and slowly drew a Dao-fire Mystic Blade, choking out, "You make it very hard for your disciple. .
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" Huotian Zun froze. Propping himself on the blade, Yan Yazi rose to his feet; his aura burst forth and locked onto Huotian Zun, and with his face streaming tears he said, "Master, there is none I revere more than you. What you taught me was this: the ruler a ruler, the minister a minister, the father a father, the son a son; a minister must be loyal to the Heavenly Emperor, and one who betrays him is worse than a pig or a dog. Your disciple does not wish to be a man without loyalty or righteousness.
" Huotian Zun clenched his fists, breathing hard and loud, glaring fixedly at Yan Yazi.
Tears slid down Yan Yazi's cheeks, yet a faint smile and a strange excitement showed through: "Master, you do love your disciple, do you not? You prized me above all others; surely you too hope that the Southern Heaven will flourish in your disciple's hands? Master, do not resist your disciple — let me carry your head to the Heavenly Court and claim the merit! " Huotian Zun roared with laughter, but broke into cough after cough, coughing up blood: "Good disciple, good disciple!
Worthy of my teaching! " "Of course!
" Yan Yazi laughed aloud too.
"Master, how well I learned from you. There is no need for you to resist.
Junior brothers all, see our master on his way. .
. " Excitement had roughened his voice to hoarseness, and he dragged out the trailing syllables: "Let our master die quickly.
Do not let our master suffer too much! " Behind him, Huotian Zun's hundreds of disciples rose to their feet, driving all manner of divine weapons and divine abilities, and came howling at Huotian Zun to kill him. Blazing with fury, Huotian Zun struck out boldly, charging into the divine abilities he himself had taught them; he raised a hand and smashed one disciple to powder, then bellowed, and the whole crowd of disciples staggered.
Yan Yazi did not make a move; he circled slowly outside the ring of battle.