Chapter 112: If One Does Not Act for Oneself, Heaven and Earth Will Condemn Them

Young Master Long—no, could it be that Zhenglong Jiang was truly about to lose?

Zhao Yishui was momentarily stunned.

After hearing Jiang’s desperate pleas for mercy, who could still fail to see how this battle would end?

Though no one fully understood how Luotian had secured his victory, the process mattered little.

It was the outcome that counted.

Yuanzhou swallowed hard with difficulty, casting a reluctant glance at Wang Lin’s anguished face—still etched with doubt and resentment even in death—and felt a knot tighten in his chest.

If Senior Brother Luo won, he and Zhao Yishui would likely perish as well.

What was to be done?

What could possibly be done?

Yuanzhou, desperate to find a solution, was so anxious he wanted to tear his hair out.

But Luotian remained silent, gripping Jiang’s leg with even greater force, fearing the latter might slip away.

“Let me go!” Jiang said, seeing the murderous intent burning in this youth’s eyes—Luotian’s eyes. A chilling sense of danger surged within him, as if death loomed over him. Suddenly, an unknown strength welled up inside, and he managed to wrench one leg free from Luotian’s grasp.

“Let me go, and I promise I won’t cause trouble for you or the Divine Sun Sect!”

His eyes flickered with desperate persuasion, hoping Luotian would loosen his grip.

If only this youth showed a hint of hesitation or doubt, Jiang was certain he could escape alive.

Just a moment!

Only a moment was needed!

But Luotian did not grant him this wish. With his left hand, he tightly grasped Jiang’s leg, yanking it backward. Using the momentum, his body surged forward slightly before delivering a merciless palm strike.

Bang!

The force was over ten thousand pounds!

Jiang spat blood with a loud pop, feeling as if his bones were about to shatter. The tremendous force transmitted through his spine into his body, battering his fragile internal organs that offered little defense, making him suffer even more.

For an ordinary man, such a blow would have pulverized the internal organs like minced meat. Even though Jiang had honed his body to the Red Light Transformation stage of the Pulse Flow Realm, granting some internal defense, it was still far weaker than his external protection.

Realizing his fate was sealed today, Jiang panicked utterly. His free right leg bent sharply and struck backward with a fierce kick aimed at Luotian.

“If you don’t let go, I’ll make you!”

Luotian gritted his teeth and tilted his head slightly, bracing his shoulder to absorb the blow. Though Jiang could not gather much power in such a short time, the kick still carried significant force, causing Luotian’s eyes to redden in pain.

Strike!

He delivered another heavy palm strike. Luotian was resolved to wear Jiang down. In this dire situation, if his Elemental True Ga Fire Energy, Broken Element Hand, and Destructive True Will couldn’t kill Jiang outright, he might as well end his own life.

He could not continue like this!

Zhao Yishui glanced at Luotian locked in deadly struggle with Jiang, then at Li Yang, who wore a face of calm excitement. Clenching his teeth, a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes as he summoned all his strength to break the ropes binding him.

This was the last chance!

In an instant, countless knots of rope flew apart, striking Yuanzhou’s face sharply enough to cause real pain.

“Senior Brother Zhao, what are you going to do?” Yuanzhou asked in confusion. Perhaps if they pleaded with Senior Brother Luo, he might spare some of them out of camaraderie. But trying to escape now was futile.

Not to mention that the only passage out was the battleground where Luotian and Jiang had fought their final duel. The cliffs surrounding them were sheer and unclimbable. Even if they managed to reach the mountain path, how could they evade the relentless pursuit of either of those two?

“Do what?” Zhao Yishui gasped, catching his breath. “Of course, kill Luotian!”

The declaration shocked the two remaining members of their bandit-hunting squad. The original team had been much larger, but one had been deliberately allowed to escape by Jiang to send word, and others were killed when Jiang arrived. Including the captain, only three remained—a pitiful number.

“No, Senior Brother Zhao!” Yuanzhou immediately protested, shaking his head like a rattle-drum. “Senior Brother Luo came to save us. When it seemed Jiang Zhenglong would win, our choices were limited, but we could live with that. But now, Senior Brother Luo is clearly winning. If we betray him now—”

“Hmph, fool!” Zhao Yishui spat disdainfully at Yuanzhou. “Do you think he’ll spare us?”

“Well...” Yuanzhou hesitated. “Then I can’t bring myself to strike first, or my conscience won’t let me.”

“Zhao Yishui, you bastard! You actually want to kill Senior Brother Luo?” Li Yang glared at him furiously, filled with rage. “You beast! Are you even human?”

Zhao Yishui laughed wildly. “If a man doesn’t look out for himself, heaven and earth will condemn him!”

With that, he drew the vermilion-gold spear embedded in Wang Lin’s corpse. As the only support holding Wang Lin’s lifeless body upright vanished, it collapsed heavily onto the now partially dried pool of blood.

“You dare!” Li Yang twisted his body desperately, his aura blazing bright orange as he frantically tried to break his own ropes. Unfortunately, he was just short of enough strength to snap free.

“Ha! What do I not dare? What don’t I dare?” Zhao Yishui muttered, speaking partly to Li Yang, partly to encourage himself, steeling his resolve.

Luotian seemed oblivious to all this, focused solely on ending the fight quickly by eliminating Jiang Zhenglong, the greatest threat.

Jiang, still kicking wildly, grew weaker with each strike. Though Luotian’s shoulder was nearly shattered from the blows, his offensive power still surpassed Jiang’s.

After such a fierce battle, the life force of the Infinite Life Tree was nearly depleted but still aided Luotian greatly. His wounds healed more slowly but noticeably amid the dire circumstances.

Feeling his vitality ebbing away, Jiang’s legs grew weaker.

How laughable—the Jiang family was the true master of Ten Thousand Wind City. The so-called Five Great Sects, including the Divine Sun Sect, were merely dogs bred by the Jiang family.

Not to mention the outer disciples of Divine Sun Sect—even the sect leader Liu Changtian, when facing the proud Fourth Young Master of the Jiang family, regardless of his pride and status as a Yuan Dan Realm expert, would have to bow his lofty head.

And yet, today, he was about to be bitten to death by a dog raised by his own family?

Jiang’s heart brimmed with humiliation and despair—feelings too deep for words. At this moment, he wished he had died sooner.

“Senior Brother Luo, watch out!” Li Yang, seeing Zhao Yishui charging forward with the vermilion-gold spear for a sneak attack, shouted desperately, his voice filled with anguish. Pushing himself beyond limits, he suddenly broke free from his ropes, though his wrists and backs of his hands were nearly torn raw.

The searing pain did not halt him. He immediately sprinted to intercept Zhao Yishui.

Hearing Li Yang’s shout, Luotian, deeply engaged in battle, and Jiang, resigned to death, both instinctively turned back.

The blazing vermilion-gold spear gleamed sharply, held tightly by Zhao Yishui, now only a few breaths away from Luotian’s back.

Zhao Yishui considered throwing the spear, but that risked losing control of the weapon. If Luotian caught it again, Jiang would die even faster, and Zhao’s own chance would vanish.

So, he chose to take a little more time to personally finish Luotian.

Utter madness.

Jiang, seeing reinforcements arrive, felt hope rekindle within him. Drawing on some unknown strength, he arched his back and twisted his head, shouting, “Quick! Kill him!”

Suicide!

Luotian narrowed his eyes. Tracking the flow of energy within Zhao Yishui’s body, he knew Zhao wouldn't suddenly throw the spear. An idea flashed through his mind.

With his left hand exerting maximum force, his fingers nearly sinking into Jiang’s flesh, Luotian abruptly yanked Jiang’s body into his embrace.

Caught off guard, Jiang froze—but then Luotian’s right palm suddenly expanded.

No—

Before another word could be uttered, Luotian’s palm crashed violently onto Jiang’s head.

A human skull is naturally hard, but the brain inside is fragile.

In less than the blink of an eye, Jiang Zhenglong was utterly dead.

Luotian had nearly exhausted all his energy. The poor Pulse Flow Realm cultivator was powerless now—like a tiger without claws, an eagle without wings. Though not entirely defenseless, his strength was but a tenth of what it once was.

The pampered Fourth Young Master of the Jiang family suffered a devastating first defeat.

Knowing the full force of his palm, Luotian hesitated not a moment. He planted his right arm firmly on the ground and, with his left hand, flung Jiang’s corpse backward.

Swift and decisive, his movements stunned Li Yang.

Caught completely unprepared, Zhao Yishui had no time to react before Jiang’s body struck him. The vermilion-gold spear pierced through Jiang, stopping Zhao’s forward momentum abruptly. The impact was so great that Zhao lost his footing and collapsed onto the ground.

“Senior Brother Luo...” Zhao Yishui, regaining his senses, looked up at Luotian standing tall like a mountain. His face twisted with despair, he hesitated to speak.