Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 608 My Brother Died

"I have a bottle of Stars’ Enemy." Pam Honzi flicked his wrist and took out a purple jade potion bottle from his warrior dimension as he said, "As long as someone isn’t dead, they can be saved. Even if the stars want to take him, it would be difficult."

"Thanks." Duren Burg took the bottle, opened the cap with his teeth, and spat the cap onto the ground before pouring the potion into Qian Jin’s mouth.

The potion entered Qian Jin’s body through his throat, but he spat out a mouthful of blood in a few seconds. Except for the specks of metal dust, a bit of Stars’ Enemy was also inside.

Before Pam Honzi could blush, shock overtook him, and he yelled, "What is going on? It seems like Stars’ Enemy isn’t effective!"

"Is it because it isn’t potent enough? I have a bottle of Stars’ Enemy as well." Izabella took out a bottle from her warrior dimension and helped Qian Jin drink it. After a few seconds, the same thing happened.

Now, everyone looked at Bhang Wusheng. Although this bandit king rarely robbed merchant caravans, the other bandit groups had to offer gifts to him everywhere. Therefore, he even had great items that the royal families of the three races didn’t have.

Bhang Wusheng shrugged and said, "Star’s Enemy is the top-tier potion in the world; you all know this."

Izabella’s face darkened, and she nodded and agreed. Regardless if it were the Zence Empire or the Lucifer Empire, Stars’ Enemy was a type of elite potion that was hard to mass-produce.

These potions would only be distributed to masters who achieved heavenly awakening and the important geniuses and seeds of the bloodline families.

Stars’ Enemy was very effective at healing internal injuries, and money couldn’t even buy it.

However, such potion was not effective on Qian Jin. These top-tier masters were confused, and they thought, "What kind of injuries is Qian Jin suffering from? Did Qian Zhanxuan create new kinds of killing techniques?"

"Why are we still standing here?" Duren Burg sprinted forward with Qian Jin in his arms as he said, "Let’s return to the headquarters of the bandit group. Perhaps the pharmacists there could see the issue."

"You are right," Bhang Wusheng replied, but he was standing still.

"Why aren’t you moving if you think it is right?" Duren Burg turned around and asked anxiously after seeing that no one moved, "Why are you all standing there?"

Bhang Wusheng raised his hand and pointed in another direction before saying, "You are heading in the wrong direction. The headquarters is over there."

Duren Burg curled his lips and dashed toward the direction that Bhang Wusheng was pointing. Suddenly, something grabbed onto his back and pulled him into the air. He turned around and saw Pam Honzi’s gentle smile.

The Snake Emperor’s hands were behind his back, and he didn’t grab Duren Burg. However, his mighty warrior power was like a huge cocoon, and Duren Burg and others were wrapped inside. Without needing his hands, everyone was brought into the sky.

Cech Flet silently looked at Qian Jin who was in Duren Burg’s arm, and Eunala subconsciously wrapped her arms around Cech Flet tighter.

Out of everyone here, no one knew Cech Flet better than Eunala, and she knew that his silence didn’t mean self-blame; it meant that this mixed-blood warrior was now truly murderous.

"I can’t kill Qian Zhanxuan, but can’t I kill others in Qian Family?" Cech Flet thought to himself, and no emotion could be seen in his eyes. In the depths of his eyes, there was the only sharp murderous spirit, the murderous spirit toward Qian Family.

"Regardless if Qian Jin can survive through this, more people of Qian Family have to die to keep Fabreidis company," Cech Flet thought as he clenched his fists. "No one can make Qian Jin sad. Whoever makes Qian Jin sad has to pay with their lives to comfort him! Be they human, demon, or barbarian!"

Fanta Kunge turned around and looked at the only two people who didn’t fly up. Izabella was standing by Marc Gavin.

"Don’t worry about me; go and take care of Qian Jin."

Marc Gavin was in mourning, and he stared at the ground and blanked out; he no longer looked high-spirited as he usually did.

"President Gavin, I understand how you are feeling..."

"You don’t understand!" Marc Gavin suddenly raised his head and shouted, interrupting Izabella’s comforting words. The sorrow in his eyes turned into endless anger as he said, "You don’t understand. You can’t understand. My brother died. My brother died!"

Tear instantly wetted the anger in his eyes, and it turned back into endless sorrow. With his thick hands on his head, he slowly kneeled on the ground, and his head slammed into the ground. While he sobbed, his body twitched continuously as he murmured, "My brother died... my brother died..."

"My brother died... but I f*cking don’t have the ability to avenge him..."

"My brother died... but I’m still f*cking alive... I f*cking watched the murderer walk away..."

"We said that we were going to die together... We said that we were going to die together..."

"Useless! Useless! I’m so useless..."

Without the protection of the warrior power, even powerful warriors’ bodies were made of flesh. While Marc Gavin hammered his head into the ground, again and again, blood mixed with the dirt and stained his face.

Seeing the crying Marc Gavin, Izabella knew that at this moment, he wasn’t Marc Gavin, the dominating leader of a powerful force in Yulee City. Instead, he was a middle-aged man who was crying over the death of his brother, like a sad child.

Izabella turned her head and looked at Fabreidis who was standing on the Frontier. The honorable fate of warriors was to battle until the death to protect the people and things that they believed to be worthy of their protection.

Even though Fabreidis battled to the death, he was still standing, unwilling to submit to the powerful Qian Zhanxuan.

Marc Gavin’s cry resonated on the desolate Frontier. The packs of wolves that were roaming on the Frontier quietly circled the area and their green eyes stared at the corpse that was standing and the sad Marc Gavin. However, they didn’t have the intention of attacking.

Izabella even discovered that sorrow appeared in their eyes as if they were moved by Marc Gavin’s sadness.

Then, the wolves raised their heads and howled at the bright moon. Hundreds of wolves howled one after another as if they were saying farewell to Fabreidis’ soul.

After howling, the wolves turned around and left, not attacking anyone here.

After a while, Marc Gavin stopped crying, and he slowly stood up and looked at Izabella with blood over his forehead as he said, "You should go and take care of Qian Jin. I want to spend some time with my brother alone. I want to talk to him for a while."

Izabella looked at Marc Gavin and slightly sighed. Then, she dashed into the sky and disappeared.

Marc Gavin sat beside Fabreidis quietly and stared at the stars.

"F*ck. You left like this, leaving me alone in this world."

"I know that you weren’t happy all these years. Ever since Yingyu returned to the embrace of the stars, you were never happy. Even when you became a saint, you were only happy that you are powerful enough to seek revenge and could venture into the territory of demons to find the enemy."

"Now, are you happy? Did you meet Yingyu yet? Say hi to her for me. Tell that that her Brother Marc will go and visit her in a while with her favorite candied fruit."

"I think that in the embrace of the stars, there is no more division between humans and demons, right? When is the end of this damn division?"

"Humans killing demons, demons killing humans. When will this endless cycle come to a close?"

"Who can truly put a wrap on this endless cycle?"

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Pain! It seemed to be a necessary seasoning in Qian Jin’s life.

Some people were used to being taken care of, some people were used to taking care of others, some people were used to sugar, and some people were used to salt. Qian Jin felt like he was used to pain.

Qian Zhanxuan’s [Kun] Fighting Technique was more powerful than anyone else’s in Qian Family. After shattering Qian Jin’s arm bones, the power of this technique rushed into his body and applied intense pressure to everywhere else. However, after the half shield and Qian Jin’s body greatly weakened this power, it wasn’t as fierce as before.

After all, Qian Zhanxuan’s finger strike could instantly kill a person. Now that the power of this strike was greatly reduced, it became... a source of nutrients.

That is right! Although Qian Jin fainted and couldn’t open his eyes, his three warrior souls were still active. The warrior soul born from the Heart of Earthly Fire was the most familiar with [Kun] Fighting Technique, and it was slowly melting the technique sequences and trying to absorb it into the warrior soul created by the Wind and Cloud Warrior Power.

The remaining power of the [Kun] Fighting Technique was devoured? Such a thing never happened in history.

Qian Zhanxuan had no idea that his strike didn’t only not kill Qian Jin, it also sent the remainder of the technique sequences of the [Kun] Fighting Technique to Qian Jin as a gift, helping the latter finish condensing the warrior seal for [Kun] Fighting Technique.

[Kun] Fighting Technique wasn’t the thing that made Qian Jin lose consciousness. What made him faint was the countless metal dust. After the half shield exploded into dust, instead of dispersing into the air, all the specks of metal dust were pressed into Qian Jin’s body by the pressure of [Kun] Fighting Technique.

After entering Qian Jin’s body, these specks of dust that were invisible to the naked eye rushed around in Qian Jin’s body, and even the fire of the warrior soul of the Heart of Earthly Fire couldn’t completely melt them.

"How to get rid of them?" Although Qian Jin fainted, it seemed like he was used to being in this state. His brain was still operating at a high capacity, monitoring what was happening in his body in a strange form of introspection.

These specks of dust seemed like they wanted to get together. But since they were pushed into various parts in Qian Jin’s body, it was extremely difficult.

Qian Jin also didn’t want them to gather. He had no idea if they would come together and turn back into that half shield.

If a half shield appeared in his stomach...

Qian Jin felt a headache and knew that he couldn’t let that happen. Otherwise, he would need to open his stomach and take it out.

As the specks of metal dust flowed in his body, Qian Jin tried to come up with ways to take care of this special shield that severely damaged his body.