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Chapter 931 - 30 Cang Sheng Finale [Combined - ]_3

Chapter 931: Chapter 30 Cang Sheng Finale [Combined Chapter]_3

Daoist Cang Sheng lay there like a decaying old dog by the roadside, unattended, silently waiting for the end of his life.

...

In the instant Tuntun killed without saying a second word, Chu Liang’s heart suddenly panicked. Surrounded by Demon Kings, how could he dare to linger?

Cai Yi cast a glance at the Black Gold Crow; an opportunity not to be missed is lost forever!

But the Black Gold Crow simply shook its head.

Chu Liang stepped forward, activating the Daoist Master Wu Ju, and although he couldn’t travel anywhere in the Four Seas and Nine States like Qu Hu, descending to the Seven Kings Ridge was not an issue.

As his figure disappeared, Cai Yi exclaimed angrily, "Wasn’t the Wilderness Demon King always proud of being good at fighting? How come he’s too scared to make a move against this kid?"

The Black Gold Crow still waved its hand dismissively, a serious look on its face, "Fighting him is useless."

Chu Liang, having traveled in haste, arrived randomly, only checking his surroundings upon landing.

The sight upon opening his eyes startled him.

He found himself in a valley beneath the Seven Kings Ridge, with two figures healing beneath a cliff.

To his left, there was Chu Liang; and to his right, there was also Chu Liang.

Huh?

The ones sitting here healing were none other than the White Ghost King and Xiao Wuyin. The two had aided each other on Seven Kings Ridge; although both were severely injured, they were barely clinging to life.

Taking the White Ghost King for the real Chu Liang, Xiao Wuyin had rescued him. Although the White Ghost King knew he was an impostor, he dared not reveal himself in his near-death state and could only struggle to maintain his disguise. Xiao Wuyin, to divert pursuers when needed, also maintained the impersonation. The two sat together healing, a rather harmonious scene to behold.

But when the real Chu Liang suddenly arrived, it really startled him; was this the scene of some mimicry contest?

Considering the realistic appearance, he could only rank himself third.

A foreign presence intruded, and upon noticing, Xiao Wuyin and the White Ghost King, who were meditating to heal, both showed signs of astonishment. Xiao Wuyin exclaimed in alarm, "Chu Liang?"

Chu Liang, in turn, questioned, "Who are you?"

Xiao Wuyin retreated back, putting some distance between herself and the White Ghost King, before saying, "I am Xiao Wuyin. Which one of you is real?"

"Empress Dowager?" Chu Liang also expressed his surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Ah bah ah bah..." The White Ghost King, not knowing who Xiao Wuyin was, could only babble incoherently in his panic.

"Then who are you?!" Xiao Wuyin demanded.

The White Ghost King declared loudly, "I am Chu Liang!"

Chu Liang asked, "If you are Chu Liang, then who am I?"

"You are the fake one!" the White Ghost King cried out loudly.

"Then tell me, who sent the Empress Dowager to prison?" Chu Liang yelled.

"Certainly not me!" the White Ghost King yelled back.

"You are indeed an impostor!" Xiao Wuyin accused decisively.

The White Ghost King hadn’t anticipated that such an answer could be wrong. Chu Liang sent her to prison, and she came to rescue Chu Liang—what kind of bizarre plot was this?

But with grave injuries and the situation dire, he had no time to ponder and turned to flee as a white flash—a move that instantly betrayed his true essence.

"White Ghost King!" Chu Liang called out, having had his suspicions, and now they were confirmed. This was like finding a treasure without even trying.

Finding the heavily injured Seventh Realm Peak Human-faced Mandrill right here was more effortless than searching with tireless dedication.

Whoosh—

The White Ghost King dashed by.

Hoo—

Xiao Wuyin pursued in anger.

Swish—

Chu Liang chased after with his Sword Control Technique.

At times like this, Daoist Master Wu Ju didn’t compare to the Sword Control Technique, as the White Ghost King’s evasive paths were exceedingly tricky. Chu Liang’s Seventh Realm Sword Control Technique could actually close the distance more effectively.

The three chased one another, and quickly Chu Liang overtook Xiao Wuyin by a body’s length, nearly catching up to the Human-faced Mandrill.

Meanwhile, beneath the Seven Kings Ridge, Daoist Cang Sheng’s murky eyes stared at the sky, uttering his last sigh, "Alas..."

After dominating an era, he ended up in a desolate predicament. Given another chance, he would never choose to sacrifice the sect’s fate of Penglai for mutual destruction with a young disciple from Shu Mountain.

Even if Chu Liang was killed now, would it be merely settling a personal obsession worth losing his own life for?

At least, Daoist Cang Sheng thought it was worth it.

If not for Chu Liang, how would all of today’s events have happened?

As long as he killed him, even if he died, he would...

Whoosh—

A Chu Liang flew past the half-empty sky in front of him.

"Hm?" Daoist Cang Sheng’s eyes, which were about to close, suddenly widened in shock.

What’s going on?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

He had personally extinguished Chu Liang’s lifeforce, how could he possibly be alive?

He must have seen it wrong.

It’s said that people see their lives flash before their eyes just before death...

Whoosh—

Another Chu Liang performing the Sword Control Technique sped by, his figure almost a blur due to the speed, but the aura was unmistakably accurate; it was definitely the real Chu Liang!

This aura, even if Daoist Cang Sheng turned to ashes, he would remember—it meant him turning to ashes.

"Ah..." He let out a reluctant roar from his throat, "Ahhhhhh..."

How could Chu Liang still be alive?

And there are two of them alive?

It must be fake... all fake... He shook his head hard, trying to convince himself that it was because of the speed he had seen the wrong person.

Whoosh—

The third Chu Liang flew past.

Compared to the first two, this Chu Liang’s speed was slow enough for him to see every detail clearly.

No mistake.

It was Chu Liang.

No matter which of the three was real, he definitely wasn’t dead!

"Ah..." Daoist Cang Sheng’s throat emitted an indistinct roar, "Why... on... earth..."

Why on earth am I dead, and you’re not?

Even without a scratch.

Why couldn’t he kill a young disciple from Shu Mountain despite striking thrice and even sacrificing his own life? Where exactly did he go wrong?

Could it be that Cai Yi deceived him?

Or was it Yang Buwei who deceived him?

No.

It was this damned fate that deceived him!

I won’t accept this, I won’t accept this, I won’t accept it!

"Ahh—"

Daoist Cang Sheng’s life passed before his eyes, never imagining in the first two hundred years that the flourishing Penglai and his triumphant self would fall at the hands of a whelp.

This fate condemns me!

This fate condemns me!

In his last moment of clarity, he finally let out the most difficult roar.

Just then, a Tiger Demon clad in armor approached.

For these low-ranking guards of the Demonic Clan, the battle between the Lord Demon God and the enemy in the skies was way too obscure; they simply knew an enemy had been defeated by Lord Demon God, with no one believing the enemy could still be alive.

The Tiger Demon was merely guarding the entrance to the Seven Kings Ridge. He came to check only because he heard the wind, and then he saw a human old man on the verge of death, wailing in agony.

If it were a normal day, the Tiger Demon might have ignored him, letting him live or die on his own.

But today, the Tiger Demon was in a particularly bad mood, as he had inexplicably been beaten several times. Out of anger, the Tiger Demon lifted his foot, and with a boom—

"Take that, you bastard!" it said resentfully.

Turns out the human old man’s body was much tougher than expected; the Tiger Demon’s kick didn’t decapitate him but instead caused his spine to emit a clanking sound, instantly twisting out of place.

"Damn, you’re quite tough," the Tiger Demon said, getting even angrier, and began stomping wildly.

Boom boom boom boom boom...

The last flicker of life in Daoist Cang Sheng was extinguished by this series of wild stomps. The Penglai Sect Leader, who had once dominated the Immortal Cultivation World, could never have dreamed that he would be stomped to death by a lowly demon.

By the time the Tiger Demon stopped, his neck was limp, his appearance was a mess, his eyes bulged, and his expression was ferocious, filled with a grudge that seemed to curse the world even in death.

One could say he died in utter peace.