bookbashuk Chapter 51 Junior Brother Yang Jian, do you know that you are betraying your sect?! Get out!
Chapter 51 Junior Brother Yang Jian, do you know that you are betraying your sect?! Get out!
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian was momentarily stunned.
"Big brother, aren't you coming with me?"
Gu Xuan shook his head.
He just looked at Yang Jian quietly and said each word very seriously.
"Nezha is your brother."
"You go and pick him up yourself."
Yang Jian paused slightly after hearing this.
He gave Gu Xuan a deep look.
After a moment of silence, he nodded emphatically.
"I'll be back soon."
Having said that, Yang Jian suddenly turned around.
In an instant, he transformed into a dazzling silver light that tore through the sky, heading straight for the top of Xiqi City.
Gu Xuan stood quietly in place.
Watching Yang Jian's figure gradually disappear into the distance.
He slowly lowered his head.
He glanced at the Heaven-Shaking Spear in his hand.
On the gun barrel, the crimson gold dragon pattern flowed silently.
......
The walls of Xiqi City.
"boom!"
A beam of silver light crashed down, striking the blue bricks.
Yang Jian stood firmly.
The tense Xiqi soldiers, like startled birds, all took a big step back in unison.
The way everyone looked at him was extremely complex and unpredictable.
There was fear, there was confusion...
There was also anger towards his kneeling before the battle.
But more...
It was a state of utter bewilderment and helplessness.
In the distance, Jiang Ziya stood hunched over, his face ashen, saying nothing.
Li Jing held the pagoda in his hand and stood not far away.
His eyes were so gloomy they seemed to drip water.
Yang Jian ignored everyone on the city wall.
He didn't even glance at Jiang Ziya and Li Jing out of the corner of his eye.
He strode straight ahead to the most secluded corner of the city wall.
There......
The protective spirit left behind by the Master has already dissipated.
All that remained was Nezha's battered and unconscious body, lying quietly on a relatively clean white cloth.
Yang Jian walked to Nezha's side and slowly squatted down.
Looking at Nezha's delicate face, even in his unconscious state, his brows were still tightly furrowed...
Yang Jian's heart trembled violently, and a pang of heartache flashed through his mind.
He reached out and gently picked up Nezha.
"Second Brother..."
Yang Jian's voice was extremely low, so soft that only the two of them could hear it.
"I'll take you home."
Just as Yang Jian picked up Nezha, preparing to take off and leave.
A deep, suppressed, and cold voice suddenly rang out.
"stop."
Li Jing, holding the pagoda in his hands, walked step by step to Yang Jian.
His face was ashen, and his eyes, burning with rage, were fixed on Yang Jian.
"Junior Brother Yang Jian."
"Where are you going?!"
Yang Jian slightly raised his head, looking at Li Jing who was on the verge of exploding with rage, without flinching at all.
"Shangjun Camp".
Four words: plain and ordinary.
But it resounded like thunder on the city wall.
Upon hearing this, Li Jing clenched his empty hand into a fist.
The joints made a series of teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds.
"You'll have to take this unfilial son with you..."
"To the Shang army camp?!"
His chest heaved violently, and he almost screamed through gritted teeth, "Do you know what you're doing?!"
Yang Jian remained calm and composed.
"I know."
"I'm taking my brother home."
Li Jing heard the word "brother".
His originally ashen face instantly turned ferocious and terrifying.
"brother?!"
He suddenly took a step forward and closed in on Yang Jian.
Each sentence was a sharp question, each word a veiled attack!
Do you still remember—
"You're a direct disciple of the Chan Sect?!"
Do you still remember—
"You're the third-generation chief disciple of Jade Void Palace?!"
Yang Jian did not answer.
He simply tightened his arms slightly, holding Nezha even closer.
He then took a step forward, intending to bypass Li Jing directly.
Li Jing suddenly took a step to the side.
It stood like an iron wall in front of Yang Jian.
"Did I let you leave?!"
Yang Jian finally stopped.
He slowly raised his head and looked directly at Li Jing.
There was no anger in his eyes, only calmness, and... a slight hint of apology.
"Please step aside, Senior Brother Li Jing."
Li Jing shook his head resolutely, his eyes filled with a chilling light.
"I can't let it go."
He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the raging anger churning in his chest.
Then, with slow but resolute movements, he raised the golden pagoda he was holding.
On the pagoda, golden runes containing suppressive power began to shimmer slightly in the wind, emitting a terrifying, suffocating aura.
"Junior Brother Yang Jian—"
Li Jing declared, word by word.
"Disciples of the Chan Sect are forbidden from having private dealings with the powerful Shang Dynasty."
"Those who disobey orders—"
Li Jing's voice grew colder and colder.
"They shall be expelled from their sect, their souls annihilated, and their names inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods!"
"This is—"
"The decree of the Vice Master, Master Ran Deng!"
The words fell.
The Xiqi soldiers around them and Jiang Ziya in the distance all turned pale with fright.
Yang Jian remained silent for a moment after hearing these words.
He raised his eyes to look at Li Jing, his lips twitched slightly, and he uttered four words softly.
"I don't care."
Li Jing's features were almost distorted, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger.
"You don't care?!"
"did you know--"
His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed outside the city. "Jin Zha, Mu Zha, how did they die?!"
Yang Jian paused slightly in his steps.
Li Jing stared intently at him, his voice trembling with a deep-seated hatred.
"did you know--"
"Those two brothers died at the hands of that Shang dog for the sake of Xiqi and the Chan Sect!"
"And you—!"
Li Jing suddenly stretched out his finger, pointing it at Yang Jian's nose, his hair standing on end in anger.
"You're going to take this ungrateful brat to the murderers of Jinzha and Muzha?!"
"did you know--"
"You—are—betraying—your—master—sect?!"
Li Jing roared and shouted fiercely.
The hand holding the pagoda was still trembling.
It was as if he wanted to smash the pagoda in his hand into Yang Jian's face.
Upon hearing this...
Yang Jian fell silent again.
He lowered his head and quietly looked at Nezha's pale, cracked face in his arms.
There was a long, long silence.
On the city wall, only the howling and wailing of the wind could be heard.
After a long time...
Yang Jian slowly but firmly raised his head.
"Senior Brother Li Jing."
"I am deeply saddened by the deaths of Jinzha and Muzha."
He paused.
"But I..."
No regrets.
"I have not betrayed my sect either."
"I just—"
Yang Jian's gaze was clear, and he stared directly into Li Jing's furious eyes.
"Come home with my older brother."
Li Jing heard the words "elder brother".
His chest heaved violently a few times, like a bellows being pulled at full capacity.
He suddenly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, all that remained in them was a cold and savage killing intent.
"good……"
"good……"
"good!!!"
Li Jing was so angry that he laughed instead.
He held the exquisite golden pagoda high in his hands!
"Since you remain so stubborn—"
On the tower, ancient and mysterious golden runes began to light up at an unprecedented speed.
In an instant, a terrifying pressure that specifically targets the soul enveloped every inch of space around Yang Jian like a vast ocean.
"Then don't blame your senior brother—"
Before he could finish speaking...
On the city wall, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Jian and Li Jing because of this earth-shattering change.
No one noticed—
wind.....
Stopped!
The silent, desolate ground outside the city began to tremble slightly!
"Thump—!"
Suddenly.
A deep, thunderous roar, like the beating of a drum, suddenly exploded across the Xiqi Plain!
Immediately afterwards—
"Boom—!"
The city of Xiqi suddenly trembled upwards.
The blue bricks on the city wall began to fall off with a "rustling" sound.
The flagpoles on the city wall swayed violently like willow branches in a gale, emitting mournful cries.
Countless soldiers of Xiqi collapsed to the side, and everyone subconsciously turned to look outside the city.
All I saw was—
Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds swirl and turn.
A towering statue, hundreds of feet tall, with a breathtaking crimson-gold luster flowing throughout, slowly rose from the ground!
An indescribably enormous Dharma body, with thick clouds above its head and abyss beneath its feet.
It stands majestically outside Xiqi City, overlooking the city from its high vantage point.
In his right hand, the Dharma Body held a jet-black spear that was over 120 feet long.
The spearhead, as sharp as a mountain peak...
Facing the city walls of Xiqi.
against......
Li Jing holding the pagoda high!
"Buzz—!"
One after another, the crimson-gold dragon patterns, resembling dragons, suddenly erupted into a blinding burst of blood light that dyed half the sky red.
At the tip of the spear, a ferocious, sun-like frost-gold spear light pierced through space, locking onto Xiqi from afar.
then......
A voice that was extremely calm, yet exuded an undeniable domineering authority.
The thunder rumbled from the mouth of the Hundred-Zhang Dharma Image, rolling across the heavens.
"roll!"
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