My Father Is Definitely Possessed

Chapter 549 - 255: Soul-Gradual Saber, Zhang Ye! (Part 2)

"Kill the shadow!"

The leading elder in purple shouted, "Zhang Ye’s life-bonded item is the shadow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone immediately picked up their weapons and attacked their own shadows!

Even Monarch Yuehan snorted coldly, raising his hand to blast his own shadow.

"Puff!"

But just then, Zhang Fuguang’s figure suddenly emerged from one of the assassin’s shadows, wielding a short dagger that not only severed the assassin’s weapon but also sharply beheaded the assassin.

"Traitors, die."

The elder in purple looked at Zhang Fuguang and said coldly.

At this moment, Zhang Fuguang appeared in front of everyone. Alone and facing dozens of experts with a saber in hand, he showed no trace of fear on his face.

This was a vast desert, with nothing around, no cover. Zhang Fuguang couldn’t enter the shadows as there were none to enter.

Others were on guard against their own shadows and wouldn’t give him the opportunity.

So now, he could only engage in direct combat!

Direct combat was something the Blood Shadow Sect was not skilled at, but at this moment, there was no way to avoid it; fight to the bitter end!

So Zhang Fuguang wasted no words, charging directly at the nearest assassin!

His Soul-Gradual Saber was incredibly powerful, and his frontal assault was extraordinarily fierce.

The other assassins also pounced on him.

Soon, bodies littered the ground, but Zhang Fuguang’s injuries were becoming severe, as his body was riddled with countless cuts.

Yet Zhang Fuguang remained standing upright, his gaze fixed on the remaining assassins.

"This rule of the Blood Shadow Sect needs to change." Zhang Fuguang glared hard at the elder in purple and said, "Why can’t we in the Blood Shadow Sect live normal lives, have families, children, and desire an ordinary life? Is that wrong?"

The elder in purple looked at the blood-covered Zhang Fuguang, saying indifferently, "The Blood Shadow Sect raised you from childhood; everything you have belongs to the Blood Shadow Sect. You have no right to choose your life! The rules have already made this clear: unless you slaughter the entire Blood Shadow Sect top to bottom, don’t entertain unrealistic thoughts."

"Heh." Zhang Fuguang let out a cold laugh.

Just then, a figure suddenly emerged from a sand pit beneath Zhang Fuguang’s feet, with a short sword stabbing directly at his heart.

However, Zhang Fuguang shifted to the side, twisting to slash, and his Soul-Gradual Saber instantly decapitated the assassin.

"I’ve been guarding against you all along."

Zhang Fuguang said coldly, "I’ve long heard that someone in the sect can hide in the sand. Did you think I’d be unprepared for you?"

"Anyone else eager to die can come forward."

Zhang Fuguang raised his Soul-Gradual Saber, his gaze filled with murderous intent: "I want to see if you people are truly unafraid of death."

The others fell silent.

Though skilled in assassination, their capabilities in direct combat were mediocre, and with Zhang Fuguang wielding the Soul-Gradual Saber, facing him head-on would likely cost many more lives.

Moreover, with the sun setting and night approaching, under the cover of darkness, it would become Zhang Fuguang’s domain, and none of them, one by one, would escape his assassination.

"Retreat!"

With that, the elder in purple turned and led the remaining men away.

Once everyone had departed, Zhang Fuguang sat down, barely able to hold on.

He gazed at the distant sunset, feeling the wind blowing gently and comfortably on his body.

"Mr. Changqing, I couldn’t kill Monarch Yuehan to avenge you, but next time, I definitely will..."

Puff!

Before Zhang Fuguang could finish, he was pierced through the heart by a short sword!

The short sword struck from behind.

Zhang Fuguang’s pupils dilated. In disbelief, he turned his head slightly, seeing a blue-haired youth.

The young man had very beautiful eyes.

"Master, long time no see."

The blue-haired youth looked at Zhang Fuguang, then withdrew the short sword from his heart.

Zhang Fuguang fell to the ground...

"Master, I’m sorry." The blue-haired youth stepped back, knelt, and kowtowed to Zhang Fuguang, "Thank you, Master, for teaching me assassination techniques. Today’s assassination is due to the Blood Shadow Sect’s orders, and you know I cannot defy them."

Zhang Fuguang looked at the person before him; this youth had come to the Blood Shadow Sect as a naive boy, whom he had taught for six years.

Various assassination techniques.

However, Blood Shadow Sect rules prohibited inquiring about each other’s life-bonded items.

Thus, Zhang Fuguang never knew what unique item his disciple possessed, only that it seemed extraordinary, and he was subsequently taken away by the sect for special training, never to be seen again.

Zhang Fuguang attempted to speak but was choked by blood, sputtering it out.

The blue-haired youth crouched down, looked at Zhang Fuguang, and slowly said, "Master, since you’re dying, I won’t mind telling you that my life-bonded item is the sect’s biggest secret, known only to the Sect Leader."

"It’s the wind."

After saying this, the blue-haired youth picked up Zhang Fuguang’s Soul-Gradual Saber from the ground, then turned and left the desert.

Beihan Country.

At the Changqing Mansion.

Zhang Siyao was sitting with a red ball, quietly gazing into the distance.

The little figure was curled up on a stone bench.

She had been waiting there for three days.

In the past, Zhang Fuguang would also leave alone, and Zhang Siyao would obediently wait for his return.

Waiting for her father to come back and ask if she had been obedient these past few days.

Zhang Siyao had become accustomed to such days.

But this time, before leaving, Zhang Fuguang told her that if he wasn’t back by sunset three days later, she should stop waiting for him.

Previously, Zhang Siyao never worried too much, but this time she had a bad feeling, her heart restless over the three days.

Now the sun was about to set.

Yet Zhang Fuguang hadn’t returned.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Zhang Siyao’s tears finally fell, clutching her little red ball, unable to stop her tears.

She recalled Zhang Fuguang once asking, "Is Mr. Changqing’s place nice?"

"Yes. Enough food, warm clothes."

"But we can’t always trouble Mr. Changqing."

"As long as I’m with Dad, I’ll go anywhere."

"Then once I’ve repaid Mr. Changqing’s kindness, the two of us can find a peaceful village to live a quiet life, alright?"

"Alright."

The echoes of the conversation still rang in her ears.

Yet Zhang Siyao’s heart was in pain, feeling she had truly lost her father.

At this moment, the door opened.

A figure entered from outside.

The newcomer looked regretfully at Zhang Siyao, who looked up at him.

"Let’s go, Siyao."

It was Yan Botao.

Yan Botao extended his hand; before dying, Li Changqing had written a letter to Yan Botao. After instructing many things, he asked Yan Botao to look after Zhang Fuguang and his daughter, letting them leave if they wished, or bringing them to Changting Town if they didn’t.

Li Changqing hadn’t expected Zhang Fuguang to attempt to assassinate Monarch Yuehan for him.

Nor had he expected that without Zhang Fuguang stalling Monarch Yuehan, Monarch Yuehan would indeed catch Li Hengsheng.

Monarch Yuehan and the Faceless Painting Saint had searched for a long time, but the spatial traces had vanished, and Zhang Fuguang held them at bay until they lost the trail.

Monarch Yuehan lost all leads on Li Hengsheng.

In fury, Monarch Yuehan issued a blacklisted warrant in the name of Realm Master Cangyuan!

A bounty was set on Li Hengsheng, with a reward of one Painting Immortal Level Painting Treasure for capturing him alive!