Spare Me, Great Lord!

Chapter 673: The World’s Mourning

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was widely known that each member of the Heavenly Network could only support one flying sword due to the limit of his innate power. But Zhao Yongchen was different. He gained huge profits from selling fake products, and bought nutritious supplements for himself to boost his physical strength. This way, he might be able to support two flying swords...

In his own words, he had been a dishonest businessman to safeguard his own chances of surviving...

“Speaking of my overestimation of the Heavenly Network,” Zhao Yongchen said with a smile, “I’m afraid you aren’t familiar with our sword, nor Nie Ting’s knife.”

The sudden splitting of the red sword was not expected by Grier. His water curtain had formed a line of defense in front of him, but it was breached by the swords attacking from his back.

Instantly Grier boosted his power. In the blink of an eye, most of his Spirit Qi gushed out like a flood.

At that instant, it was as though time had stopped. Under Grier’s control, the rain drops shot outwards like rays of light, clashing with the red flying swords.

And Grier himself had transformed into a water human, moving swiftly in the rain curtain to avoid the flying swords. Zhao Yongchen’s sharp blade forced Grier to the right, but the latter still did not manage to dodge the attack!

“I underestimated you,” said Grier. He had returned to his human form. Blood was oozing out of his chest and back. Never had he expected that he would be wounded by a Class C intelligence agent. After all, it was no easy feat to turn into his water form because it took immense willpower to prevent his mind from assimilating with the water. In the past, a water-type expert named Earl gave up his human form forever in the process, but Grier was unwilling to do so.

His heart would have been punctuated by the two flying swords had he dodged slightly slower!

But Zhao Yongchen was not as lucky. He stood in the rain, holding his long sword in his right hand. Seconds earlier, Grier’s rain drops had attacked from all directions, which had breached the protection of Zhao Yongchen’s Spirit Qi armor.

“It’s not my day today. I shouldn’t have sold so many fake goods. I should have sold some real ones too...” Zhao Yongchen sighed, gazing into the sky. Blood gushed out from all over his body. “Damn it, why is it raining now... Goodbye, brothers. I, Zhao Yongchen, will never regret this journey with you.”

Then he collapsed.

Grier remained silent in the rain. He almost got himself killed. Indeed, he was wrong about underestimating the Heavenly Network. But it seemed that they were too late as the two Heavenly Kings had already left, which made the intended killing spree turn boring.

At this moment, Grier suddenly sensed murderous intent in the surroundings as the temperature dropped around him.

He immediately turned and saw a young man standing at the other end of the street. Looking at Zhao Yongchen’s dead body, the man’s eyes were calm, so was the rain.

Lu Shu had wanted to say goodbye to Zhao Yongchen after he sent Li Yixiao off, but he did not know that they had already bid farewell the previous time. It was truly saddening, that the first scene to welcome his return was like this.

Then, the ocean surface in the deepest part of his heart suddenly started rolling, as though a beast was trying to escape from the water to destroy everything.

Lu Shu felt that the beast had always been a prisoner of his heart. It had never been released before.

“Another dead man,” Grier said, smiling. He stepped towards Lu Shu across the puddles of water. Yet, to his consternation, his favorite rain curtain suddenly turned into a cage in the next instant.

“I used to think that this world was full of warmth, despite the occasional chill,” Lu Shu said calmly, “Why can’t we spend our lives in peace? Why must we fight and kill?”

“Oh? What about now?” Grier raised his eyebrows. Actually his beard could move with his brows too, but it was half gone due to Zhao Yongchen.

“Now, I want to kill someone.” Lu Shu grinned. His white teeth flashed in the rain, cold as an icy blade.

In the next second, the celestial map in Lu Shu’s chest started spinning wildly.

The seventh star had come to the sky over the third level of the celestial map, shedding eternal light to the space. The remaining stars began spinning too, as though the world was now complete.

Grief was like a light rain, or threads of silk. When you unraveled the outer layer to reveal a saddened heart, you would realize that grief was endless.

The third sword, Sparrow Shade, emerged on the third level of the celestial map. More precisely, Sparrow Shade was more like a thorn full of cracks, than a conventional sword.

Upon closer inspection, those lines were not cracks. The Sparrow Shade was in fact comprised of 36 fine threads, entangled together in a delicate yet perfect manner. Upon Lu Shu’s call, the Sparrow Shade disassembled elegantly and flew swiftly in his celestial map.

At that instant, before Grier was clear about what had happened, grief arose in his heart. For some reason, he was almost moved to tears.

1km away, a stray dog, which was scavenging for food in the rubbish bin, suddenly collapsed to the floor and started sobbing.

The asleep residents nearby suddenly woke up and cried mournfully too.

The entire place was shrouded in grief as Lu Shu made his ascension. There was an unusual phenomenon during the initial opening of Lu Shu’s chi mountain, and it happened again with the unlocking of the third level of his celestial map.

Most civilians in the region had evacuated after the EO’s fight in the afternoon. Thus,there were not many witnesses of this sight.

Grier was astounded. This was similar to the Heavenly Visions that would only happen with one’s ascension to Class A!

Silently, Sparrow Shade flew out of Lu Shu’s celestial map. It had almost blended in with the evening rain.

By rights, Grier could sense his surroundings through raindrops. Yet, at this moment, he had lost all control over the rain.

His dominance in the rain had been stolen away. The heavy downpour, which used to be his fighting stage, had now become his cage.

Splatter.

A drop of rain fell on Grier’s shoulder, dyeing his shirt red. To his astonishment, the raindrop was unbelievably sharp.

Li Xianyi could wield leaves as his swords, because he could infuse the leaves with his sword energy. As a water-type Metahuman, Lu Shu had turned raindrops into the best carrier of his sword energy.

It was not any other ordinary rainfall, but a rain of swords, specially made for Grier. It was as if the sky had fallen.

Sword rain, good name, thought Lu Shu. Now, he liked rain.

This night, Lu Shu had officially ascended to Class B. Within a radius of 1km, the world was mourning, and the downpour had turned into a rain of swords.

Grier wished he were somewhere else instead.