Song of Adolescence

Chapter 445 Old Affairs

Su Changhe withdrew his palm and looked up at Wushuang. "You want to intervene?"

Wushuang smiled. "Uncle Su and I spent some time travelling together and came to Heavenly Revelations City together. Of course, we want to leave this city together. What's more, I'm with the White Prince's side and you're with the Red Prince's gang. Today, you've made it clear that you're going to kill everyone else and take the emperor's throne for yourself. Isn't it normal for me to intervene?"

Su Changhe frowned and said, "So you want to fight against me?"

"I saw your palm technique just now. In that instant, you appeared even stronger than Luo Qingyang before he entered the Profound Realm. If I fight with you, I'd be on the losing end. How about this, there are many roads under the sky. You take yours and I'll take mine. I'm taking this guy with me and Patriarch, you go rejoin His Highness the Red Prince. How about that?" Wushuang suggested.

Su Changhe frowned and considered his words and he observed Wushuang carefully. Suddenly he scoffed coldly. "I almost fell for it."

Wushuang stiffened and the flying swords in the casket started vibrating softly.

Su Changhe suddenly burst into action and with a flying leap, he landed right in front of Wushuang. He smashed down with a fist and shattered the roof eaves under Wushuang's feet. Wushuang grabbed his sword casket and retreated frantically to the ground. One hand grabbed Su Muyu's collar and the other held his sword casket as he retreated further.

Above them, six flying swords flew towards Su Changhe at the same time, but they were all repelled by Su Changhe's palm and dropped back into the sword casket.

The vibrations stopped. All the flying swords in the sword casket were dead silent.

Wushuang's face was pale and his hands trembled slightly.

"Looks like the injuries you received from Luo Qingyang were more serious than you imagined." Su Changhe sneered, "In your present condition, you can't even summon twelve flying swords at the same time, let alone the Bright Vermilion Phoenix. What else do you have to bargain with?"

Su Muyu whispered, "Wushuang, you leave first. Don't worry about me."

"Uncle Su, you're a killer, but what you just said sounded like the words of a disciple of an orthodox sect. You guys run, don't worry about me! Uncle Su, you take a break." Wushuang laughed.

Su Muyu said in a deep voice, "This is not the time to kid around. He's itching to kill someone right now. If you don't go, both of us are going to die here."

"Bah. I, Wushuang, am considered a little sword immortal. I'm too young to die here. I won't die!" Wushuang retorted. "At most, I'll give him everything I've got!"

"Su Changhe." A young voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Even Su Changhe, who had been gradually approaching them, stopped in his step.

A young page boy with a bookcase on his back and a youth holding a Daoist sword.

"This is Su Changhe," the young man said slowly.

The young page boy nodded. "That Su Changhe. The one who killed our shifu."

Qingcheng Mountain, Fei Xuan and Li Fansong.

Su Changhe's narrowed his eyes. "You two are Zhao Yuzhen's disciples?"

Wushuang patted Su Muyu on the shoulder. "Uncle Su, we're saved."

Su Muyu tapped a few major acupoints on his own body, took out a wound-healing medicine from his clothes and sprinkled it on his wound, temporarily preventing the injury from worsening. He said helplessly, "Weren't you just posturing a moment ago as if you had everything under control? Now, you look like you've just met your saviour. You've thrown away all the dignity of a little sword immortal."

"Uncle, you're on the verge of death and you're still taunting me. And here I thought you're a piece of rock," Wushuang teased.

Su Muyu smiled bitterly. "We're not saved yet. Are the two of them even a match for Su Changhe?"

Fei Xuan drew a seal talisman in front of himself. The talisman emitted a flash of light then disappeared and a lion's roar suddenly sounded from Fei Xuan's hand.

They all saw the phantom of a lion as tall as two men suddenly appear before him.

Taiyi Lion Arts!

"Go!" Fei Xuan waved his hand, and the lion phantom swooped towards Su Changhe.

Li Fansong also jumped forward, the long sword in his hand gleaming with a ray of clear light.

"Ranked sixth among the famous swords under Heaven, Azure Empyrean." Admiration flashed in Wushuang's eyes.

Li Fansong thrusted his sword, and suddenly, it turned into ten swords, then a hundred swords, a thousand swords. They all aimed for Su Changhe and attacked.

After all the effort they've put into their own training, Fei Xuan, who had inherited the supreme Daoist arts of Qingcheng Mountain, and Li Fansong, who had inherited their consummate swordsmanship, were joining forces for the first time!

The skies shook with thunder.

At that moment, Su Changhe almost had a misperception that the late Zhao Yuzhen had resurrected and was standing right in front of him. And he once again wielded that ultimate swordsmanship, that ultimate Daoist arts!

"Break!" Su Changhe bellowed and struck with his palm.

Wushuang grinned. "Looks like you're not having it as easy as you thought, huh."

Earlier, Su Changhe hastily entered Spirit Wandering for an instant to defeat Su Muyu, who executed a real sword move. But, that instant still caused an equivalent backlash in him. With Li Fansong and Fei Xuan joining forces, they might even have a chance of killing him. Su Muyu subconsciously reached out to grab his sword, but realised that all his swords were already broken.

On the roof eaves not far away, a person slipped off and landed on the ground, their cold eyes watching the commotion.

Red Prince Residence.

Ming Hou and Wuchan had finally arrived and they stepped into the backyard.

Presently, the Red Prince Residence was very quiet, a stark contrast to the situation outside in Heavenly Revelations City. It was so quiet that it was scary. The guards in the residence had all gathered in the front yard as if waiting for their orders. And Hou Ming and Wuchan quietly sneaked into the backyard.

Ming Hou looked at the surroundings and frowned. "I've been here before."

Wuchan was startled. "So, Yue Ji and Wuxin may really be here."

"Of course you've been here before." A morbid voice sounded, and the pale-faced ghost doctor walked into the courtyard. He looked at the two of them and remarked, "Ming Hou, long time no see."

Ming Hou looked at him and shook his head. "I don't know you."

"I'm very surprised that you've recovered your memory. Although you were not a perfect sample, you were still my first gift to His Highness the Red Prince. But, it doesn't matter. I'm much stronger than before and I can make you even better." Ye Ya smiled at Ming Hou and reached out his hand.

"Looks like he was the one responsible for turning you into what you were," Wuchan said solemnly.

Ming Hou stuck his titan blade into the ground. "Where is Yue Ji?"

"Yue Ji," Ye Ya called out softly.

A woman as beautiful as moonlight walked out of the house. She was dressed in purple but her face was blank and her eyes empty. She seemed to have lost all consciousness.

"I could only make her like this. What a pity." Ye Ya grinned at Ming Hou. "But don't you worry. She's gained His Highness the Red Prince's favour and is now enjoying her life here with me."

"You!" Ming Hou growled violently, drew his blade in anger, and slashed at Ye Ya.

Ye Ya didn't bother to raise his head. He pulled Yue Ji with him and retreated a step. Four men in purple rushed out of the house, each armed with a different weapon: sabre, spear, sword and halberd. The one armed with a spear was in the front and he attacked Ming Hou with his spear.

Ye Ya looked at the four newcomers, his eyes full of approval. "Xiao Se has his Four Guardians, so I also made four for myself. They are perfect, at least much more perfect than you, Ming Hou."