Those Classmates who Suddenly Disappeared
Chapter 917: Turn Defeat into Victory

Chapter 917: Chapter 917: Turn Defeat into Victory

"Alright, Jian Shen, I’m fine now, thank you!" Jian Shen slowly stood up, his gaze indifferent as he looked at Xue Lang. There were no emotional fluctuations, and he seemed as calm as if these matters had nothing to do with him.

"Be careful yourself!" Lin Xi stepped aside, then glanced at the scene strewn with corpses, harboring a deep hatred for the Western Blood Clan in her heart.

Xue Lang’s expression grew solemn. He was now facing Jian Shen, who had returned to the peak of his strength. This was not going to be an easy fight.

What to do? Fight, and possibly lose, or run, but given the pride of the Blood Clan, Xue Lang couldn’t bear to do so.

Jian Shen naturally wouldn’t give Xue Lang the chance to think or the opportunity to escape. With a quick dash, he sprinted past Xue Lang, and with a flash of his sword, left a deep wound on Xue Lang’s body.

"So fast, truly so strong!" Xue Lang panicked. Had it not been for the two groups fighting to the death, Xue Lang would not have had the chance to kill the Martial Arts Alliance leader and the Devil Incarnate.

Suddenly, Xue Lang thought of something and smirked triumphantly. Then he turned and ran, with Jian Shen and Lin Xi naturally not letting him go, chasing after him as well.

"Come on, catch up, I’ll lead you into deadly grounds," Xue Lang said coldly, intentionally slowing his pace, wanting Jian Shen and Lin Xi to catch up.

Lin Xi quickly noticed this and immediately cautioned, "Be careful, this guy isn’t trying to escape, it seems he wants to take us somewhere."

Jian Shen frowned. He also knew it was best not to follow, but thinking of the many deaths that day, he couldn’t let Xue Lang off lightly.

Soon, under Xue Lang’s lead, the three of them arrived at a desolate place behind the mountain, where no grass grew, with nothing but rocks.

Realizing what was happening, Lin Xi and Jian Shen understood, while Xue Lang smirked triumphantly: "This place is all rocks. You don’t have wooden spikes in your hands, meaning you’re done for. Even if you, Jian Shen, are stronger than me, in the end, it will be my victory."

"Is that so?" Jian Shen didn’t believe in this evil. With swift movements, he appeared in front of Xue Lang, frightening Xue Lang so much that his triumphant smile immediately stiffened.

One sword strike, two, three, his swift swordsmanship swept across Xue Lang like a storm. In an instant, Xue Lang’s body was covered with wounds, flesh scattered, and he howled in agony.

"Hold on, just hold on, I can do this," Xue Lang encouraged himself internally. Despite the pain, he lunged forward furiously, only to have one of his arms chopped off by a flash of cold light.

"How can this be!" Xue Lang hadn’t regained his composure when his legs also got chopped off. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Expressionless, Jian Shen stepped on Xue Lang’s body, drove his treasured sword through Xue Lang’s body, and nailed him to the ground.

At this moment, Jian Shen was also gasping for breath. Lin Xi used magic to help Jian Shen recover from his injuries, and also to restore his power, but this power drained quickly. Jian Shen didn’t have much energy left to fight, but fortunately, he managed to defeat Xue Lang before his power was entirely depleted.

Although Xue Lang would not be so easily killed and his severed limbs would eventually grow back, this would take time. Right now, Xue Lang was immobilized, at the mercy of their blades, which was very dangerous.

The Sword Deity had said just one sentence, "I’ll keep an eye on this fellow; Qian Ye, you go find a tree branch."

"Alright, I’m on it," Lin Xi turned around and began searching for wood that could be used as a weapon, her heart pounding erratically. She didn’t know why, but despite having won, she was still very nervous.

Calculating the time, it wasn’t long before the day the Sword Deity had collapsed into Qian Ye’s arms. Lin Xi was worried, fearing that something might happen to the Sword Deity in the brief moment she was away.

After searching for a while, Lin Xi finally spotted a tree and broke off a branch. Just as she was preparing to return, she saw the mysterious masked person standing right behind her, giving her quite a scare.

Lin Xi couldn’t help but complain, "Why are you like this? Can’t you make a bit of noise like a normal person? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

The mysterious masked person said indifferently, "Xue Lang cannot come to harm yet. Perhaps he has committed countless atrocities and will eventually get his comeuppance, but unfortunately, it’s not today."

"Why?" Lin Xi didn’t understand, especially since she had decided to help the Sword Deity take down Xue Lang.

But the mysterious masked person shook their head, "Because Xue Lang’s mission is not yet complete, so he must survive. Even if he is laden with monstrous crimes, he must live on."

Lin Xi wore a disbelieving expression, "How can such a despicable person have any mission? And you’re pleading on his behalf; you really are no good either."

Because the Xue Clan is fated never to be completely eradicated, meaning there will always be more victims of the Xue Clan. However, Xue Lang will do one thing right in the future, and that is to lead the Western Blood Clan onto the right path. Moreover, in the future, capturing Qian Ye will depend on Xue Lang, which is how you and Qian Ye will be able to switch back," the mysterious masked person’s words left Lin Xi staggered. How could this bloodstained individual be portrayed as a savior?

"I know you don’t believe it, but Xue Lang cannot die here. Well, I’ve said my piece; how you decide to act is up to you." With that, the mysterious masked person turned and left without looking back, as if they had only come to give a brief explanation and didn’t really care about Lin Xi.

Lin Xi stood rooted to the spot for a long time, feeling torn. She really despised Xue Lang, but if what the mysterious masked person had said was true, then Xue Lang might well be the person to put an end to the Xue Clan’s sins.

After a while, when Lin Xi returned with the branch in hand, her face laden with heavy thoughts, the Sword Deity saw through her immediately and asked, "What’s wrong? Why did it take you so long?"

In response, Lin Xi shook her head, "It’s nothing, I’m probably just a bit tired." After speaking, Lin Xi glanced at Xue Lang, still lying on the ground struggling fiercely, his ferocious face looking nothing like someone who could reform.

The Sword Deity held out his hand, "Alright, hand me the branch, and let me end this."

Lin Xi hesitated for a moment, then handed the branch to the Sword Deity. Watching him sharpen the branch, Lin Xi’s heart was in turmoil, unsure of what to do.

"What should I do? Should I stop the Sword Deity? But so many people have died today, and Xue Lang could be considered the instigator. Would the Sword Deity really let Xue Lang go?" Lin Xi began to worry, fully aware that Xue Lang wasn’t someone worth saving, but she instinctively believed what the mysterious masked person had said.

If she saved Xue Lang, she didn’t know how many more people he would harm, but if she didn’t, the Xue Clan’s legacy of sin would continue, resulting in even more victims of the vampires.

Just as the Sword Deity was about to make his move, Lin Xi finally made up her mind and shouted urgently, "Wait! Sword Deity! Although this guy is terrible, can you spare him?"