diskusbooks Chapter 340 Don't harbor any resentment, go in peace.
Chapter 340 Don't harbor any resentment, go in peace.
Lin Feng was meditating and resting in Cusco.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was far away on the Blood Demon Mountain in the Divine Continent participating in the Blood Demon Trial, was hosting a banquet for his brothers.
He joined a hundred-man team on Blood Demon Mountain, which swept away other teams and solo players, becoming the final victors.
Under the guidance of the cannibalistic old demon, Zhang Xiaoyu gradually distinguished herself by winning people's hearts and eliminating dissidents. She earned the title of "Rain Demon" in the team and became the leader of the team.
However, only one person can win the Blood Demon Trial.
When Zhang Xiaoyu and his group formed their team, they agreed that they would settle the score internally after eliminating other forces.
That day, Zhang Xiaoyu gathered everyone together.
Everyone stood apart, wary of each other.
Zhang Xiaoyu shouted to everyone, "What are you all doing? You're already on guard against your brothers before the group has even broken up. Sit down and have a drink."
Zhang Xiaoyu sat down first, eating large chunks of meat and drinking heartily.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu had eaten, everyone else sat down to eat and drink as well. Only about a dozen people sat down, but no one drank alcohol.
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile, "What? Are you afraid that I, Rain Demon, will poison you?"
One of them laughed and said, "Of course not. Brother, you are a man of great integrity. We trust you completely. We don't trust anyone else."
After speaking, the man glanced at the people around him.
Zhang Xiaoyu picked up a bowl of wine and said, "After drinking this bowl of wine, we will all sever our ties. In the end, whoever becomes the Blood Demon Saint Son will depend entirely on their own abilities."
After saying that, Zhang Xiaoyu drank it all in one gulp.
Most people drank a bowl of wine with him.
Some people's eyes showed reluctance, while others' eyes were filled with confusion.
We've been through thick and thin together, and many of us have developed a deep bond that transcends life and death.
Zhang Xiaoyu pointed to the weapons, manuals, pills, gold and silver piled on the ground and said, "Let's divide these spoils among ourselves. Everyone take one share, but don't take more than that."
After hesitating for a moment, everyone stepped forward one by one to take the items.
Some people took their favorite weapons, some took secret manuals and pills, and some were greedy and took both silver notes and pills.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything.
In the end, two people got nothing.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked over and took out two of the four longswords she was carrying, handing them to the two men.
"Take it."
After hesitating for a moment, the two said, "Brother, we can't take your weapon."
Zhang Xiaoyu forcibly shoved the weapons into the hands of the two men.
"Stop talking nonsense, just take it when we tell you to."
The two men received the weapons with tears welling up in their eyes. If they weren't in the Blood Demon Mountain, they would have been willing to follow Boss Rain Demon to the death.
Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at everyone and said, "We've had our drinks and taken our things. Brothers, let's go home. After today, if we meet again, we'll be mortal enemies."
With mixed feelings, everyone first clasped their hands in a fist salute to Zhang Xiaoyu, then clasped their hands in a fist salute to each other, and then turned and left.
As a result, after taking only a few steps, everyone stopped and clutched their stomachs.
One of them shouted, "Oh no! The wine is poisoned!"
Another person said, "I didn't drink any alcohol, but I was poisoned too."
"Those weapons and elixirs are also poisonous."
Everyone lay on the ground groaning, but Zhang Xiaoyu stood still.
The two men who had personally presented Zhang Xiaoyu with weapons pointed at her and shouted, "Boss Rain Demon, you poisoned us!"
"I never imagined you were this kind of person."
A hint of reluctance flashed in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, then she laughed and said, "Hahaha, what good thing is there in someone's name that contains the character for 'demon'?"
"It's all your fault for trusting the wrong person."
"You are so cruel!"
Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze swept over the crowd as she said, "There are no good people, no bad people, no brotherhood here, only ruthless methods and winners. The values in your minds are worthy of what you've been through."
Don't feel resentful. Go in peace; this is your destined ending.
Amidst screams of agony, a group of martial artists departed this world filled with hatred and resentment.
The screams quickly subsided, and the surroundings became deathly silent.
After a while, Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Come out."
Clap clap clap, a young man in white walked over from a distance, clapping his hands.
"What a trick!"
Zhang Xiaoyu recognized this person; he was the last disciple of the Blood Demon Ancestor, and was known as the Deadly Scholar.
"You're not bad either, you actually faked your death and managed to hide until now."
"You wiped out all my men. Compared to you, I am still a step behind."
However, we're tied again now.
The cannibalistic old demon in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind said, "This kid has the stench of my traitorous disciple. Torture him properly, don't let him die too quickly."
Are you sure I can beat him?
"Although his cultivation level is higher than yours, you don't need to be afraid. The Cannibalistic Demon Art counters the Bloodthirsty Demon Art."
"You can take one of his attacks to subdue him, then unleash the Ogre Technique to secure victory."
The young man in white drew his long sword from behind him. "Kill me and I will become the Blood Demon Saint, the next Blood Demon Ancestor."
Zhang Xiaoyu also drew her longsword from behind her, saying, "You are a disciple of the Blood Demon Ancestor, and you should not have entered the Blood Demon Divine Mountain to participate in the trials."
The young man in white scoffed, "Heh, as if you can kill me."
Zhang Xiaoyu drew her long sword from behind her and assumed the starting stance of the Wind-Breaking Sword Technique. "We'll only know after we've fought."
The young man in white thrust his sword straight at Zhang Xiaoyu, who parried with his own knife.
Clang, clang, clang—the two exchanged blows.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu's swordsmanship was quite good, the Wind-Breaking Sword Technique was only a low-level martial art and could not defeat the white-robed youth's mid-level swordsmanship.
After a dozen or so moves, Zhang Xiaoyu was at a disadvantage.
*Thud*, a finger-length gash appeared on Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder from the young man in white.
The young man in white took a step back and sneered, "Unfortunately, your martial arts skills are far inferior to your scheming methods."
Black blood flowed from Zhang Xiaoyu's wound; the white-clad youth's sword was clearly poisoned.
Zhang Xiaoyu took out the antidote and was about to apply it to the wound.
The young man in white wouldn't let him have his way, so he jumped up and slashed at Zhang Xiaoyu with his sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu dodged to the side, and the young man in white thrust his sword toward Zhang Xiaoyu's chest.
Zhang Xiaoyu neither dodged nor avoided, and stabbed the white-clad youth in the abdomen.
The young man in white was also ruthless. He felt that exchanging moves wouldn't be a loss, and maybe this sword strike could finish off Zhang Xiaoyu.
Both men hardened their hearts and watched as the other's weapon pierced their bodies.