Whoosh~
The breeze stirred up by his qi fluttered his bloodstained white robe.
Xie Jinhuan stood before the Heaven-Piercing Qilin with both maces in hand. The gash in his side had gradually healed under the restoration of his blood qi, but as he watched the Corpse Ancestor suspended in midair, his eyes were slightly unfocused.
Wounded and hurled back here again, the pain of his pierced and mangled chest and abdomen brought certain memories back to Xie Jinhuan, so much so that he failed to notice what Old Deng Ye was jabbering about.
About four years ago, they had been ambushed in Three-Fork Forest. The convoy had been wiped out, and his father grievously wounded. He had charged alone at the demon bandits with his mace, only to have a spear driven through his chest.
His circumstances then had been exactly the same as now.
His opponent had been so powerful it inspired despair. Even with all his strength, he could not shake them in the slightest. All he could see was the scorn and mockery in their eyes.
The Corpse Ancestor might not have been mocking him, but that disregard, never once considering him an opponent, was the most piercing mockery of all.
Back then, for all his dauntless courage, he had been powerless, able only to watch his dearest loved ones die before his eyes, unable to save them,
unable to stop it, not even capable of biting back to vent his rage!
He had silently prayed to every god and immortal he could remember, and sworn that if he could undo it, he would never let such a thing happen again. For that, he could endure any suffering and bear every consequence, whether righteous or evil!
Fortunately, he had truly received an answer then, and encountered a