Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 297 - 219: Dead?

Chapter 297: Chapter 219: Dead?

Xie Wenren, disguised as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, gritted his teeth and said,

"Li Ping’an, if our positions were reversed, would you forgive me? Huh?"

"Yes, that’s right. You’re right."

Li Ping’an helplessly shook his head:

"Let’s do this, let’s stop here and clear all debts and grudges from now on. How about that?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Xie Wenren, still disguised as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, grinned wildly and said:

"Today, it’s either you die or I die! Or perhaps..."

Xie Wenren, still in disguise, suddenly turned to the bewildered Zixia outside the arena and excitedly said:

"Or your beloved woman, Zixia, dies!"

"Xie Wenren!"

Li Ping’an was once again provoked by Xie Wenren, but he did not lash out immediately. Instead, he plotted and finally threatened:

"Since you were a witness on the night at Fallen Dragon Pit, if you stop now, I won’t tell anyone that you killed Pei Yuanjing. I will keep this secret for a lifetime, definitely not telling anyone, otherwise, you should understand the consequences of letting that old fox Zhuge Junchen know, right?"

"Zhuge Junchen? Hahaha! That scheming old man! He’s nothing!"

Xie Wenren, still in disguise and brimming with arrogance, said:

"My current master is even more powerful than these so-called Taoist sect masters and leaders. Why would I fear him finding out?"

"Moreover, you should think about it; I wouldn’t have shown myself today had I been afraid of you telling others! Don’t bother plotting anymore. I have only one goal!"

"And that is to kill you!"

"If I can’t kill you, then I will kill Zixia!"

"Don’t you understand yet? Idiot!"

"Ah! What have I done wrong that you would force me to such a state? Ah!"

After hearing those words, Li Ping’an cried out in a fierce and deranged roar, filled with extreme rage!

"Everyone, look!"

"The Lotus Platform protecting Li Ping’an is about to be completely corroded! It seems like Li Ping’an has run out of tricks!"

"I thought it was Li Ping’an from Mount Longhu who would kill the Orthodox Zhengyi Temple’s Nangong Zhidao! It turns out it’s Nangong Zhidao who is about to pull off a reversal!"

"No need to guess, Nangong Zhidao is going to administer the killing blow to Li Ping’an with those two spells, one righteous and the other nefarious!"

"Let’s prepare a grand funeral for Li Ping’an!"

Amid the exclamations of the cultivators, the Ninth Grade Lotus Platform protecting Li Ping’an was about to be destroyed by the spells of the man disguised as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao!

Once this Lotus Platform was destroyed, Li Ping’an would be in a lethal situation!

"Why must everyone force me! Why!"

Li Ping’an, while struggling to hold on, burst out with endless resentment and anger!

But this limitless resentment and anger could not resolve the dangerous situation he faced!

With a crack, the Lotus Platform protecting Li Ping’an was instantly shattered!

Li Ping’an was immediately enveloped by countless lost souls and Black Flame, plunging him definitively into a deadly predicament!

"Young Master Li, be careful!"

Zixia, deeply concerned for Li Ping’an, no longer cared what others thought and shouted her concerns aloud for everyone to hear!

"Supreme Treasure! You can’t die! I haven’t repaid you yet!"

Overcome with urgency, Night Traveler Muqiang Baoshan blurted out his feelings and was about to stand up and draw his sword to help.

"Master, Li Ping’an is about to be killed by the nefarious Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao!"

"If he is killed, where will we find our Junior Uncle Pei Yuanjing?"

"Master, perhaps we should intervene and save Li Ping’an?"

"Master, Li Ping’an cannot die!"

Elder Brother Jiao Chujun of the Flame Cloud Sect and the second, third, and fourth brothers cried out in unison.

"Hahahaha!"

Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect, however, sat back confidently and sneered disdainfully:

"If Li Ping’an dies, then so be it!"

"Huh?"

Elder Brother Jiao Chujun of the Flame Cloud Sect and the second, third, and fourth brothers, surprised, said:

"Master, what do you mean? Li Ping’an is the one who knows where our Junior Uncle is!"

"It doesn’t matter!"

Now, Sect Master Zhuge Junchen actually wished for Li Ping’an’s quick death:

"This Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao also knows the whereabouts of your Junior Uncle Pei Yuanjing. After all, if the butcher dies, do they stop eating pork? As long as one of Mount Longhu’s cultivator Li Ping’an or Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao survives, we won’t have trouble finding Pei Yuanjing!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! It’s a pity to witness the second greatest in the world die at the hands of a demon! Such a pity!"

Head of Heavenly Mist Sect, Mo Liqi, watched as Li Ping’an, about to be killed by the man disguised as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, shook his head and sighed.

"May you find boundless fortunes, Immeasurable’s Lord Master Li Ping’an. You go well; my Immeasurable Sect will ensure a grand funeral for you and convey your spirit properly!"

Head of Immeasurable Sect, Taishu Yiqing, could no longer bear to watch and his expression was deeply sorrowful, but there was a slight sense of relief in his heart.

After all, with Li Ping’an’s death, if the man disguised as the Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao wins, he concedes automatically; The Four Great Noble Paths remain unchanged as before.

Suddenly, a Ghost Taoist from the crowd burst forth, pointing at the Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao threatening to kill Li Ping’an and roared:

"Nangong, you beast! If you dare kill Li Ping’an, extinguishing the hope of Mount Longhu, as a Ghost Taoist, I will do nothing else in this life but hunt you down until death!"