Pei Ye came to his senses and looked down. Yu Sicheng was slowly drawing out the spear beside him. His hair ribbon had burned away, and all his bloodstained gray hair streamed behind him. The lingering boil still spilled from his joints.
He looked coldly at them, raised his backward-bent arm against the iron spear, then pressed down with all his strength. With an explosive crack, the arm snapped back into place.
He stood there steady as a rock, as though that fierce battle had inflicted only superficial wounds.
Pei Ye had faced Sima and Yi Duanzhi, and fought Qu Zhu, but no one at Entering the Palace Gate had ever displayed such pure force.
Was this what the position of Three Palaces Inspector meant?
Pei Ye watched him in silence, and he watched the boy in turn. The distance between them had already grown rather great.
Yu Sicheng tilted his head and said, each word distinct, "Give me one more chance... and I will kill you."
Pei Ye did not answer. His injuries were already too severe. He pressed his lips together and said hoarsely, "Let's go."
The Hornless Dragon twisted gracefully backward, leaving the battlefield, and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Chapter 612: Yique Huan Yuan (Part Two)
In a tranquil, silent stretch of water, Pei Ye slowly descended with the somewhat listless Black Cat in his arms and leaned beneath a great rock.
Since taking cat form, Black Chi had never exhausted himself to this extent.
Pei Ye gently stroked his ears. He himself was almost a lamp with its oil spent, with scarcely any True Qi remaining.
Cool, slippery waterweed brushed his cheek. He tore off a clump and wiped away the blood baked onto his skin. "Are you all right?"
"A minor wound."