FRGNM -Chapter 280 Collapse

“I don’t agree. All these years, I may not have had the heart to save him, but he’s still my child—the one I raised, like my own flesh and blood. How could I just watch him die? He has already passed his own trial; it’s just that I didn’t agree! He brought you here to persuade me, to make me let him leave with you. Do you think I would let you harm him?” Yuwen Ye said coldly, his voice growing terrifyingly icy at the end.

Silence. The standing figures no longer spoke.

Clenching his fists, Silver Wolf shouted, “You’re talking nonsense! How could Purple Bamboo possibly be inside Zhiyuan’s body? If it were, Ruoxi would have sensed it by now. You’re lying—you simply don’t want him to descend the mountain!”

“Yes. I don’t want him leaving the Sword Pavilion, I don’t want him to descend. So now, the question is: will you leave, or shall I force you out?” Yuwen Ye’s voice was cold. He slammed his hands on the ground and leapt into the air. A gleam of light flickered in his eyes. With a snap of his fingers, a fly whisk appeared in his hand—an object entirely inconsistent with his usual presence.

Cold light flashed. The standing figures quickly scattered. Ling Ruoxi lifted her spear with one hand, her voice sharp: “Even if Purple Bamboo is inside Yuwen Zhiyuan, what of it? I have a way to save him!”

“The dead lingering here—that is already defying heaven. What right do you have to accuse me!” Yuwen Ye said coldly, flicking the fly whisk to both sides.

Silver threads of light shot out, and purple Dou Qi flashed, encircling the standing figures.

Whoosh! With the Thunder Spear in hand, the figure rolling to the side narrowly dodged, letting the silver threads skim across his cheek, drawing a drop of blood. Twisting sideways, the standing figure leapt, his spear striking forward with cataclysmic force.

But he was fast—the silver threads behind were faster. Like lightning, they attacked, wrapping around his wrists and leaving no room for struggle. Like a silken cocoon, he was entirely encased in silver threads.

“Ugh…”

In this space, the Blood Demon Scythe was nearly useless. The threads gathered like lightning, giving no opportunity to react. Even swinging the scythe could not break them.

“Hey hey hey, Silver Wolf, you—” The figure in blue’s face changed drastically. He dodged quickly but lost footing. The silver threads caught his ankles, and whoosh!—he was completely encased in a silken cocoon.

Zhi! Silver Wolf’s claws tore through the threads, his movements like lightning. The threads wrapped behind him, but his sharp claws shredded all obstacles. He spun and lunged toward Yuwen Ye with lethal precision.

“Hmph, bold of you!” Yuwen Ye sneered, spinning the fly whisk forward like lightning, ensnaring Silver Wolf’s hands, slamming them to the ground with brutal force.

Silver Wolf was quick. The silver figure twisted, grabbing the silver threads and wrapping himself around Yuwen Ye.

If Ling Ruoxi had seen this, she would have been astonished. Silver Wolf was using the grappling and leg-locking technique she had taught him. His legs clamped like pincers around Yuwen Ye’s neck.

But Yuwen Ye only sneered, locking Silver Wolf’s hands with one hand and using overwhelming force to hurl him away.

Whoosh! The figure that had just landed leapt again. The silver figure became lightning, claws slashing at Yuwen Ye’s head.

The fly whisk swept; silver threads intercepted, and Yuwen Ye retreated. With a thought, the surrounding space seemed to sink, crack!

Silver Wolf stepped forward, his face pale. His body shuddered, and with a boom! he crashed to the ground. Cold sweat streamed from his forehead, but he gritted his teeth, staring at Yuwen Ye.

Yuwen Ye flicked the fly whisk indifferently and stood beside Silver Wolf. “Little White Wolf, I really misjudged you. You and Zhiyuan were so close back then—why now do you join outsiders against him? Knowing Purple Bamboo is in him, do you also want a share of the spoils?”

“You’re talking nonsense!” Silver Wolf’s veins bulged. He pressed against the ground, trying to lift himself, but couldn’t. Veins popped on his forehead, and he glared at Yuwen Ye. “I’m Zhiyuan’s brother. How could I ever harm him!”

“Oh? Now that you know where Purple Bamboo is, you want it too. I already said, Purple Bamboo sustains Zhiyuan. Take it—do you think he’ll survive?” Yuwen Ye’s lips curved in a sinister smile.

Kill your brother, take the treasure. Haven’t such things happened before?

Silver Wolf slowly lifted his head. A flash of disdain crossed his silver-white eyes. He gripped the ground, trying to rise—but the surrounding gravity held him down.

“Hah? Will I? Ruoxi said it would let Zhiyuan live. He and I are brothers. Do you think I’d kill my brother to achieve my goals?” A flash of sharp light crossed his lips, his teeth bared. Silver-white light enveloped him, and a giant claw shot forward.

“Good boy!”

The standing figure quickly retreated. Cold light flickered in his eyes as the fly whisk blocked the giant claw.

Boom! Purple and silver-white light exploded. Both beast and man retreated. The ten-meter-tall Silver Wolf stood, snow-white, his eyes fixed on the opponent without reservation, swinging his massive paws forward.

The Sword Pavilion trembled violently. The thunderous sound spread like lightning. A silver figure tore through the blocking threads, lightning-fast, charging ahead, head-first.

Boom! The entire Sword Pavilion quaked. Dust swirled into the air. Everyone instinctively looked up, drawing a sharp breath. What was happening? What was going on with the Sword Pavilion?

“Yuwen Zhiyuan! You again! Stop freeloading and get out!” The shop boy, who had opened the door and seen someone sitting on the ground, frowned and shoved the figure.

A gleam flashed in his eyes. The seated figure rose, hands tightly clasped, dodging the boy’s punch, turning them behind his back, staring at the Sword Pavilion.

Has it begun? Who will win? Since he became aware, he had never beaten the old master in the Pavilion—how could he lose to them? He chuckled lightly, waving his hand: “The Sword Pavilion is about to collapse. Leave quickly; don’t linger here.”

“Yo, isn’t this Yuwen Zhiyuan, the charlatan? Still fooling people?”

“Hahaha, the Sword Pavilion is indestructible. How could it collapse? You, though, have been deceiving us for nearly ten years. Go cheat somewhere else!”

“Exactly, get lost! Stop talking nonsense here!”

The crowd laughed, dismissing him. The Pavilion had stood for a thousand years—how could it fall?

Your luck? Unpredictable. No luck? Death.

The man standing quietly smiled faintly, eyes calm, as if returned to the elegance of ten years past, watching the Pavilion with a serene expression. Life or death was not his to decide—he could only let fate take its course.

Crack! A claw struck—the Pavilion trembled again. Dust fell from above.

Boom! The massive figure charged forward like lightning. Claws struck with blinding speed. The Sword Pavilion shuddered under the impact, barely able to withstand further strikes.

Yuwen Ye’s pupils constricted. He shouted angrily: “Stop! Hurry, stop! Little White Wolf, don’t—”

A figure dodged to the side, silver threads whipping forward to ensnare the attacker. But the white figure was faster, colliding headlong, completely uncontrollable.

Boom! The Sword Pavilion shook violently. The front portion collapsed like dust scattering. The onlookers screamed, realizing the Pavilion was truly falling!

Step back! Step back!

Like startled grasshoppers, the crowd retreated.

The standing man chuckled lightly. His right hand extended—purple Dou Qi flared, creating a protective barrier that isolated the collapsing Pavilion and the people below.

His left hand reached forward, projecting a purple barrier from above, encapsulating the entire Pavilion. If the barrier broke, everyone inside would have no escape.

“My god… did I just see… Yuwen Zhiyuan, a Dou Qi master?”

“And a Purple Sovereign at that! How… how is this possible? Wasn’t he a charlatan?”

“Look! There are more Dou Qi masters and a magical beast fighting in the Sword Pavilion!”

For a moment, all eyes turned to the front, staring in terror.