Chapter 68 Desperate Gamble

I walked slowly forward and said, "You've lost!"

I could see that although Wang Butcher's blade hadn't cleaved Xia Chuan in two, it had severely damaged his internal organs.

Xia Chuan could still stand and speak, but he was only holding on by a thread. Once that thread snapped, his death would be imminent.

Xia Chuan slowly shook his head and said, "I haven't lost! The purpose of this battle was never to kill you."

"Although we have been defeated, the Confucian secret art still exists."

I was suddenly shocked.

The secret art of "changing faces" hadn't been activated because it was suppressed by Wang Xiaohuan's Witch God Lantern, but because the five great Confucian scholars hadn't finished accumulating their power.

Wang Butcher stepped forward and grabbed Xia Chuan's collar, "Speak, where are those five people?"

Xia Chuan still smiled, "Xia is already prepared to die. No matter what means you use, I will not tell you the whereabouts of those five."

"Of course, you can threaten me with the lives of the Xia family, young and old. But that is useless. Once the secret art is completed, the Xia family will be absolutely safe. At that time, you will no longer be Jianghu bandits who kill indiscriminately. Hahaha..."

Retreat?

We can't retreat now.

Since Xia Chuan said these words before his death, it means he didn't leave us a chance to retreat!

If we calculate according to his previous words, the secret art will probably be activated in a few minutes.

This is our last chance to turn the tables!

I shouted sharply, "Scatter! Find those five great Confucian scholars and kill them!"

Although the Stele Forest for Suppressing Demons is not large, how easy is it to find five people who are deliberately hiding?

Time passed second by second, and my heart sank gradually.

If it were someone else, I might be able to debate with him, defeat his psychological defenses, and force him to tell the truth.

But the person I am facing is a great Confucian scholar! Even if I add up the cultural heritage of my ancestors for three generations, it is not as good as him alone.

I might be able to win an argument with him, but there is absolutely no chance of "executing his heart"!

At that time, my only hope was to rely on our cultivation to forcibly withstand the Confucian "changing faces."

But how easy is it to block a secret art that sacrifices great Confucian scholars?

I said in a deep voice, "Stop searching! Come back, steady your minds. Prepare to withstand the Confucian secret art!"

While Ye Yang and Wang Butcher were retreating, a burst of strong light suddenly erupted in mid-air.

When I turned my head, Wang Xiaohuan's five Witch God Lanterns, like five red suns, shone across the sky, and the blazing light enveloped the Stele Forest.

In the next moment, five rays of blood shot out from the Witch God Lanterns, scattering into the Stele Forest.

I only glanced at the rays of blood, and my eyes felt as if they were on fire. The pain was excruciating, and I instinctively covered my eyes with my hands.

Wang Xiaohuan shouted, "Don't look, those are my Shimu's (martial aunt) God-Slaying Needles. She didn't want to hurt you..."

Before Wang Xiaohuan could finish speaking, she felt the ground beneath her feet trembling violently, as if we were standing on raging waves instead of solid ground. After staggering around for a while, we all fell to the ground.

At that time, although I couldn't see anything, I could hear earth-shattering roars and the screams of countless wronged souls.

The Stele Forest for Suppressing Demons was exploding.

Wang Xiaohuan shouted desperately, "Don't move around, be careful of accidental injuries."

Even if Wang Xiaohuan didn't say it, I wouldn't dare to move casually. I tried my best to protect my whole body with Gang energy and lay on the ground.

When I finally waited for the Stele Forest to become quiet and opened my eyes again, I was immediately frightened into taking a breath of cold air.

The entire Stele Forest for Suppressing Demons had turned into a wasteland, with withered vegetation and floating yellow sand everywhere. One dilapidated Stele for Suppressing Demons after another was scattered across the sandy soil, looking indescribably decadent and desolate.

The five God-Slaying Needles not only suppressed and killed the great Confucian scholars in the Stele Forest, but also cut off the vitality within a thousand meters.

Judging from the yellow sand all over the ground, I could tell that the Banxian Village Stele Forest would probably become a barren land from now on.

I didn't see the bodies of the five great Confucian scholars, but I saw Xia Chuan, who had turned into a dry corpse.

Xia Chuan's corpse was gradually dissipating with the night wind, but he was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his sword across his knees.

I could see that Xia Chuan had faced death calmly, preserving the dignity of Confucianism.

Xia Mengying looked at the desolate Stele Forest with a confused expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

I had to let Lin Zhao and Wang Butcher go to comfort her first.

Before the two of them could move, I saw five Witch God Lanterns cast a dark light, covering Wang Xiaohuan.

After a while, I heard a series of slapping sounds and Wang Xiaohuan's screams, "Shimu, you can't be unreasonable!"

"Wait a minute..."

"I'm already grown up, you can't do this, ah..."

"There are so many people outside! Ah..."

I looked at Wang Butcher inexplicably and said, "What's going on?"

"Huanzi (badger) is getting beaten!" Wang Butcher covered his face and said, "The Witch God Lantern is something her Shimu (martial aunt) gave her to protect her life. Her Shimu said when she gave her the Witch God Lantern: Don't call me for every little thing, or I'll beat you."

I pointed to the Stele Forest, "We were trapped in the Stele Forest, is that a small thing?"

Wang Butcher said helplessly, "Maybe in the eyes of the Mountain and Sea Witch God, this is really not a big deal!"