Chapter 592: Don't Mess Around

A piercing scream tore through the sky.

Shuoshuren desperately clutched his head, staring at Mengmianren's body that had been directly pierced, and he completely lost control.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, the ground suddenly shook.

In the next second, the four swords emerged from underground and curved back.

"Swoosh!"

Another sharp sound rang out as Mengmianren was thrown backward, his body lifted off the ground and hurled high into the sky.

Shuoshuren's scream, which had nearly subsided, erupted again at the sight of Mengmianren suffering a second injury.

Cen Qiaofu grimaced and covered his ears, nearly having his eardrums burst by the screams.

"What in the world is happening?"

Though he couldn't stop what was unfolding, Cen Qiaofu had witnessed the entire scene from the side.

These sudden black swords, uncontrolled by anyone, had struck again—how could they pierce Mengmianren a second time?

"What just happened..."

"Clang—"

Before he could think further, Mengmianren, carried aloft by the four swords, plummeted from the sky and was slammed back into the ground.

His body slid downward.

After the third injury, the pain finally jolted Mengmianren awake from his stupor.

"Urk!"

He spat out a large mouthful of blood first.

Then, confusion filled Mengmianren's murky eyes as he spotted the black shadow that had harmed him. "You Si Jian?"

Cen Qiaofu was startled at the words.

You Si Jian?

So this black sword was You Si Jian?

In a flash, he lunged forward.

But someone was faster.

Shuoshuren dashed ahead in one swift step, reaching Mengmianren's side and extending his hands, hesitating as if wanting to help but not daring to.

"Brother!"

"Brother, are you okay? Does it hurt..."

"Of course it does." Mengmianren was furious, his lips trembling before he managed to say through the pain, "First... first help me pull out the sword."

"I can't!"

Shuoshuren's hands reached out tentatively, then retracted, as he squatted and stood up repeatedly. "This is You Si Jian—its fierce demonic energy is too much for me to handle!"

"You..."

Mengmianren shuddered in pain, feeling the boundless demonic power raging into his body, as if it meant to shatter his frail form completely.

"If you don't hurry, I'm really done for!"

"I... I..."

Shuoshuren hesitated, reaching out again to grasp it.

"You're out of your mind!"

Cen Qiaofu appeared in an instant, slapping his hand away. "Forgot about the spatial power? Is You Si Jian something you can just touch?"

"Oh, oh."

Shuoshuren finally gathered his wits from the panic.

Cen Qiaofu couldn't stand it any longer.

"Move aside—I'll handle this!"

He shoved Shuoshuren out of the way and flung his small axe backward.

Then, under Mengmianren's horrified gaze, he swung it fiercely sideways.

"Clang—"

How could You Si Jian withstand such force?

It was immediately knocked flying!

But instead of dislodging from Mengmianren's body, the sword dragged him along, spinning wildly in the air for dozens of rotations before "thudding" back into the ground.

"I..."

Mengmianren's eyes bulged, unable to say more before he passed out again from the impact.

Shuoshuren's roar echoed through the sky for the third time.

He jumped up in a frenzy, accusing, "You old fool—what have you done!"

Cen Qiaofu was stunned.

He never expected the sword to fly off with Mengmianren attached.

Shouldn't the axe have just knocked the sword away?

How could it have some kind of suction, pulling the person with it?

"Brother, Brother!"

Shuoshuren rushed back to Mengmianren's side and crouched down, tears streaming out.

"You can't die, Brother..."

He finally remembered the yin-yang life and death principles, quickly flipping through them. With a single command, he tried to make You Si Jian leave this space.

But...

"Buzz!"

You Si Jian seemed to sense the external interference and trembled wildly.

Its high-frequency vibrations caused Mengmianren's unconscious body to convulse violently every second, waking him briefly only to black out again.

"How could this be?"

Shuoshuren was dumbfounded and immediately stopped using the spatial power.

"Can't pull it out?"

Cen Qiaofu was also frightened.

Did You Si Jian have a grudge against Mengmianren? Why wouldn't it come out of his body?

Or...

Seeing Mengmianren's face gradually darkening, Cen Qiaofu realized something was wrong.

He knew how terrifying the sword's intent was.

This You Si Jian was so evil—it was probably draining nutrients madly right now.

Could Mengmianren's frail body hold up?

"Move aside—I'll do it!"

Cen Qiaofu tried to push Shuoshuren away again to pull the sword himself.

Shuoshuren refused. "You old fool, if you want to kill my brother, just say it—I'm not letting you touch him today!"

"Can you even pull it out?" Cen Qiaofu snapped back in anger.

"I... I can't..."

Shuoshuren paused, then retorted, "Can you?"

"Move!"

Cen Qiaofu had no time to argue with this madman.

He was just panicking out of concern.

Any longer, and Mengmianren might not die from the black sword but go mad from the demonic power.

With a wave of his hand, Shuoshuren was banished on the spot, and Cen Qiaofu stepped past him to Mengmianren's side.

"Old fool!"

By the time Shuoshuren shattered the space to stop him, it was too late.

He could only watch as Cen Qiaofu gripped the black sword with his bare hand.

"Buzz!"

You Si Jian shook violently again.

The black demonic power split into two paths, one surging into Cen Qiaofu's body.

"He's gone mad, completely mad..."

Shuoshuren could see that the amount of demonic power was extraordinary.

Back in the Guji Kongjian, even when Xu Xiaoshou transformed into the Holy Servant No. 2 and unleashed sword intent, it was probably less than one ten-thousandth of this!

"Why has it suddenly gone berserk?"

Shuoshuren was on the verge of collapsing, clutching his forehead as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Shut up!"

Cen Qiaofu barked, not wanting to deal with Shuoshuren's shouts while pulling the sword.

"Get out... now!"

Gritting his teeth, even as his right arm was completely engulfed in black, Cen Qiaofu didn't give up and yanked the sword hilt upward with all his strength.

"Swoosh!"

The sword left the ground.

But to everyone's despair, Mengmianren's body arched backward, lifted along with it.

"This..."

Cen Qiaofu was baffled.

What now?

He used his foot, bracing it against Mengmianren's chest.

"Forgive me!"

"Bang!"

There was a explosive sound in the void, and Mengmianren's chest was kicked to pieces.

Yet, the clashing forces finally allowed Cen Qiaofu to wrench You Si Jian free.

Shuoshuren couldn't hold back anymore.

Tears blurring his vision, he stared at his brother's mangled chest, overwhelmed by a murderous intent from the depths of his soul.

"You old fool—I'll kill you!"

"What are you doing?" Cen Qiaofu gripped the trembling sword tightly, pointing the tip at Shuoshuren. "Make another move, and I'll strike you down—believe me?"

"Ahhh!"

"Stop yelling!"

"Urk!"

"Ah—wait? Brother, Brother, you're awake?"

Mengmianren finally regained consciousness from the pain.

Opening his eyes, he instinctively covered his chest.

But there was nothing there.

"It's... gone?"

His gaze dropped, and he froze on the spot.

Even when You Si Jian had pierced his chest earlier, the wound wasn't this bad!

A second later, the pain hit him like a delayed shock, making him gasp sharply.

"Hiss."

The intense agony in his chest nearly killed him on the spot.

"What happened?" Cen Qiaofu had no intention of explaining. He held up the still-shaking You Si Jian, which seemed eager to return to Mengmianren and drain more, and asked, "What exactly is going on?"

"How dare you ask?"

Shuoshuren roared, then turned to Mengmianren with a pitiful expression, tattling, "It's him—your chest injury is all his doing. I saw it with my own eyes."

"Enough!"

Mengmianren waved his hand weakly, as if uninterested in pursuing it.

As sword intent wove together at the ruined spot on his chest, he quickly regained mobility. Propping himself up, he struggled to stand.

"What happened?"

"Where did you get this sword from?"

Turning to Shuoshuren, Mengmianren asked while skillfully bringing his fingers together.

Drip, drip...

The inky-black demonic power transformed into drops of black blood, seeping from his fingertips.

"I don't know!"

Shuoshuren was confused. "I never took this sword—it followed me on its own."

"It followed you?"

Mengmianren was taken aback. "You didn't take it, and you're not an ancient sword cultivator—why would it follow you?"

"I..."

Shuoshuren was stumped.

Yeah, why?

You Si Jian wouldn't just follow him—it wasn't...

"Who wielded it before?"

Mengmianren narrowed his eyes.

"Wen Ming!"

Shuoshuren's pupils dilated, as if he'd figured something out.

"It was Wen Ming who wielded it—the explosion was his doing too. He tried to blow up Bai Ku to escape."

"That makes sense—this sword was under his control."

"Is he... here?"

At that point, Shuoshuren's own reasoning tripped him up.

What a joke!

With Wen Ming's cowardly nature, if he had a chance to escape, why would he come here?

What for?

To face off against the three Holy Servants?

Did he have that kind of guts?!

"Wen Ming..."

Mengmianren heard an unexpected name and confirmed, "Which Wen Ming?"

"Who else? The one you mentioned!"

Shuoshuren's voice rose sharply.

Mengmianren raised an eyebrow. "You've found him?"

"Yeah."

Shuoshuren nodded. "Not only that, I fought him. You have no idea—what happened in the Guji Kongjian earlier..."

"Hey, I say!"

A weak voice suddenly interrupted from the side.

The two turned to look, and Cen Qiaofu's face was now completely darkened.

"Aren't you two forgetting something?" Cen Qiaofu panted.

Mengmianren glanced at the black sword still trembling in his hand and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, sorry—I forgot about it. Just let go."

"Let go?"

Even on the brink of being overwhelmed by the demonic power, Cen Qiaofu found the suggestion absurd.

If he released the sword, wouldn't it stab back into your chest?

Do you even want to live?

Shuoshuren stepped sideways, immediately blocking Mengmianren.

"It's fine."

Mengmianren pushed Shuoshuren aside and said seriously, "Just let go."

"Are you sure?" Cen Qiaofu felt like he was about to give out.

The power pouring into his body from this wretched sword seemed endless.

If he held on any longer, he might damage his core.

He had no idea how those ancient sword cultivators managed to control such a deadly weapon.

"Yeah."

Mengmianren nodded expressionlessly, and Cen Qiaofu stopped resisting, releasing the black sword.

"Clang—"

You Si Jian rang out sharply, shifting from hanging straight to an attacking stance in midair.

Its tip instantly aimed at Mengmianren and thrust forward.

"Enough!"

Mengmianren showed no fear, immediately shouting.

In the next second, a shocking scene unfolded.

You Si Jian halted abruptly just before piercing Mengmianren's chest, buzzing as if bound by some heavenly force, unable to move.

Cen Qiaofu's pupils shrank.

He was a Dao cutter—he could tell that Mengmianren's shout was just a simple command, without invoking any heavenly rules.

Yet...

The fierce sword stopped?

Shuoshuren's eyes also filled with surprise, his gaze darting between Mengmianren and You Si Jian.

Both of them had the same question in their minds.

Once again, Shuoshuren and Cen Qiaofu locked eyes and chose to stay silent.

"Buzz!"

After stopping its forward charge, You Si Jian shook, and black demonic power erupted.

"That's enough."

Mengmianren's tone softened, but he remained unmoved by the sword before him.

"Buzz!"

You Si Jian trembled again.

The demonic power surged like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf the world.

Mengmianren clenched his fist, as if about to reach out.

After a long moment, he took a deep breath and slowly shook his head.

You Si Jian suddenly fell silent.

In the next second, it lightly shook its blade.

"Rumble—"

Instantly, sword intent spread in all directions.

For dozens of li around, endless black sword energy exploded, tearing the entire space into a black void.

"Damn!"

Cen Qiaofu jumped back in shock.

Shuoshuren stepped forward, but seeing that the ground beneath Mengmianren's feet remained untouched amid the destruction, he thought for a moment and retreated.

The two onlookers exchanged glances again and quickly looked away.

Mengmianren closed his eyes deeply.

When he opened them again, his gaze was calm.

He ignored the black sword and turned to Shuoshuren. "You said earlier that the new wielder of this black sword is Wen Ming?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Shuoshuren nodded vigorously, then shook his head. "No, no—he's not the full wielder. He just got its basic approval and can borrow a bit of its power."

He glanced around warily.

"It's not this terrifying..."

If he'd known how dreadful this black sword was, he never would've given that little Wen Ming a chance to fight.

If it had unleashed an attack like this back then...

Even if it didn't kill him, the annoying demonic sword energy would've done him in!

"Where is he?"

Mengmianren disregarded the still-trembling You Si Jian and stepped closer to Shuoshuren.

"The sword is here—where's the Wen Ming you mentioned?"