Gate of God

Chapter 894 - At Least I Gave You My Life

Chapter 894: At Least I Gave You My Life

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Sneak attack?” The Space-splitting Demon God moved his lips and looked at the right hand he just raised. He was astonished for a moment.

As a powerful individual that deserved to be called ‘god’, why does he need to spring a sneak attack on a man who is as weak as an ant?

He definitely did not need to do so.

However, Fang Zhengzhi really shouted at the top of his lungs. Moreover, he used an insulting phrase “son of a b*tch”.

The Space-splitting Demon God could not react for a moment. He thought to himself, could it be the unintentional coldness he had exuded that made Fang Zhengzhi misunderstand him?

As he was thinking about it, he realized...

Fang Zhengzhi escaped!

Furthermore, he escaped at a very fast speed and did not even bother to turn his head back.

“...”

“...”

If you realize someone was springing a sneak attack on your back, what should you do? Common sense would be to bend down or dart.

Those would be the natural reflexes.

Yet such reflexes definitely did not include escaping.

Fang Zhengzhi ran away very decisively. He did not bend down or dart. If one was to describe how Fang Zhengzhi looked, it would be that he yearned to have a few more legs.

Yun Qingwu was speechless as she stared at Fang Zhengzhi who was running away at the speed of the lightning.

She thought she had seen through Fang Zhengzhi and made sufficient mental preparation. Yet, she ultimately underestimated Fang Zhengzhi’s shamelessness.

Indeed, limits were meant to be broken.

The Space-splitting Demon God was speechless too. He was a demon who had experienced a real battle and seen countless instances of how each party tried to deceive the other. Yet at this moment, he seemed to have...

Fallen for Fang Zhengzhi’s trick!

At least he was stunned for a moment. Yet in this short timespan, Fang Zhengzhi had already ran for a distance of at least twenty steps.

Almost instinctively, the black bone spur had reappeared in the hands of the Space-splitting Demon God. Meanwhile, he had noticed Yun Qingwu’s expression.

There was a sign of shock on Yun Qingwu’s face. However, this slight shock disappeared in a flash and her expressions were back to the usual calmness.

The Space-splitting Demon God smiled.

Yes, he smiled.

In fact, when he first saw Yun Qingwu, he had already felt the aura that she exuded. It was very weak, so weak that she should not have even appeared there.

Yet such a lady appeared in front of him.

Furthermore, he could obviously sense the respect and fear based on the expressions of the elders of the demon race and the monster kings.

It was no surprise that they respected her. Yet, the fear that they portrayed sparked the curiosity in the Space-splitting Demon God’s heart.

Because of this curiosity, he was willing to use his time to bet with Yun Qingwu. Since he had chosen to bet, how would he be willing to lose?

He kept his black bone spur immediately.

The Space-splitting Demon God did not move because the rules of the bet stated that he could not move. However, the golden scar on his forehead flashed with a beam of radiance.

Every demon with the pure blood had a demon eye on the forehead. The demon eye of the demon race also represented their powers.

Red represented reincarnation while golden represented sage state!

The Space-splitting Demon God was a demon. By right, he should have a demon eye on his forehead. However, in reality, he only had a golden scar on his forehead.

“Come back!” As the beam of radiance flashed across the golden scar on the Space-splitting Demon God’s forehead, he shouted ferociously.

“Come back? Only fools will!” Fang Zhengzhi had a face of disdain. He was not silly, not to mention about how powerful the Space-splitting Demon God was, he knew that with his capability, he probably could not even fight against Monster Emperor Baizhi alone.

Mu Qingfeng, Mo Shanshi and Qian Yu had all escaped.

Leaving him to stay there?

Fang Zhengzhi was not so naive. After all, if he had a chance to escape, he would not sit and wait for his death.

Yet, the fact that Chi Guyan and Wu Yuer had not escaped even after how he had delayed so much time made him speechless.

Somewhat comforting.

Yet, it made him frustrated.

“Run, are you two fools...” Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Zhengzhi’s expressions froze and he was stunned.

He realized that he...

Went back again?!

Yes, he went back to the same spot he was at, in front of the Space-splitting Demon God and Yun Qingwu.

“...”

“What on earth?!”

Fang Zhengzhi wanted to ask, what on earth was that witchcraft, but it was clearly not the time to ask questions because an icy cold chill was being blown towards his neck.

Different from the chill previously, it was sharp like a blade and reached him almost instantaneously.

It was so fast that he did not have time to react.

“Do you know why I am called the Space-splitting Demon God?” The Space-splitting Demon God smiled coldly and did not look surprised to see Fang Zhengzhi back at his position.

“...” Fang Zhengzhi had no time to reply.

That was because when he felt the chill attacking him, he already had a neck ache. The chill was so fast that it was as though it had attacked his neck directly.

Or in other words...

After the chill was sent out from the Space-splitting Demon God, it did not even “glide” through the air and had directly reached his neck.

“Bring it on!” Fang Zhengzhi did not even have the chance to dart. The only way was to take three steps to the side using Heaven Dao.

An azure blue light flashed past.

Fang Zhengzhi’s figure appeared not too far away with a few drops of fresh blood trickling down his neck. The blood stained the collar of his blue robe.

“Heavenly Rebirth State? How surprising.” The Space-splitting Demon God was slightly shocked as he looked at Fang Zhengzhi who appeared a distance away.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhengzhi felt the chills creeping up his back.

He finally understood why even someone as powerful as Yan Yin was hurt by the Space-splitting Demon God’s bone spur attack without having the time to defend.

That was because the speed of attack by the Space-splitting Demon God was extraordinarily fast. In fact, it should not even be described as ‘fast’ as it was as though the Space-splitting Demon God took a knife and cut Fang Zhengzhi directly on his body.

What kind of Dao technique is that...

Fang Zhengzhi tightened his grip on the Traceless Sword.

The scene where the the black bone spur made two flashes in the air when the Space-splitting Demon God sprang his attack on Yan Yin flashed through Fang Zhengzhi’s mind.

Space-splitting?

Wait a minute!

Space-splitting!

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Fang Zhengzhi’s forehead.

“It was space! Splitting space apart!” ¹ This was a daring guess, yet the only explanation that explained what Yan Yin and Fang Zhengzhi had experienced himself.

No, it was not only about splitting space apart...

He could control space too!

Fang Zhengzhi suddenly recalled that a small space that looked as though it was about to be broken appeared in front of him when the Space-splitting Demon God shouted “come back”.

He did not bother about the space or purposely run around it as he was only concerned with escaping.

Therefore he ran into the space.

Then...

He came back?

“...” Fang Zhengzhi finally understood but was left speechless. This meant that he could no longer win the Space-splitting Demon God.

In fact, how could he win someone who could split space apart, send the moves “flying” into the space and then successfully attacked him?

There was a saying that went, “In the world of martial arts, there is no impregnable defense, only swiftness is invincible.”

And the swiftness of the Space-splitting Demon God could not even be described with the word “fast”. This suddenly made Fang Zhengzhi recall about a classic advertisement slogan in his past word, ‘XX Express Delivery, The World On Time.”

The problem came.

How could he dart from a move that was as fast as express delivery?

...

Just as Fang Zhengzhi encountered the “fastest situation” in his life, the falling Nangong Hao was finally caught safely by Nangong Tian and another sage of the Nangong Nobles.

“Hao’er, Hao’er!” Nangong Tian looked exasperated after catching Nangong Hao and kept pressing on Nangong Hao’s body.

“Cough...” Nangong Hao coughed out a mouth of blood, his pale face finally had a little bit of color and his eyes gradually opened.

“Hao’er, are you alright?”

“Dad...” Nangong Hao looked at Nangong Tian who was in front of him, then looked up at the sky, at the green and black Gates of God which had already been opened. “We lost, we lost eventually.”

“No, we did not lose!” Nangong Tian shook his head. “If Fang Zhengzhi dies, the fruits of the Tree of God could reappear, and we could still...”

“Dad!”

“Hao’er, you can’t give up now, you can’t!”

“Dad, I am a little tired...”

“Tired? Then rest for a while. After... After Fang Zhengzhi dies, then we will...”

“No, dad, I mean that I am really exhausted.” Nangong Hao shook his head and turned his head towards Nangong Mu who was lying on the floor nearby with his eyes closed. “Brother Mu, I... am sorry.”

“Hao’er, do not say such things. Whatever that happened to Mu’er was my decision, it has got nothing to do with you. We only need to just wait for a bit more, wait for the chance...”

“Dad, do you really think you still stand a chance?” Nangong Hao interrupted Nangong Tian and pointed at the Space-splitting Demon God who was standing on top of the Tree of God.

“...” Nangong Tian moved his lips slightly as if he was about to say something. However, he did not speak eventually.

Meanwhile, as the sages of the Nangong Nobles witnessed this scene, every one lowered their heads and did not speak.

They all knew that, the so-called “chance”...

Is non-existent.

Even if the fruits of the Tree of God reappeared after Fang Zhengzhi’s death, in the presence of the Space-splitting Demon God and Monster Emperor Baizhi, how could they possibly snatch the fruits of the Tree of God?

“Dad, I have lost. Based on the rules of the Nangong family, I ought to be punished!” Nangong Hao spoke again with a miserable expression.

“Hao’er... You have tried your best and we could all see your efforts. You should not be blamed, in fact it is me... I am not capable enough to...”

“My last wish is for Dad to promise me regarding one thing!”

“Hao’er, don’t say such things...”

“Dad, promise me!”

“Alright, you... speak.”

“Save Brother Mu!”

“This... Of course I want to save Mu’er. However, Mu’er’s heart has already... You should know that the Nangong Nobles has a special bloodline. For your generation, only you and Mu’er have the blood of the Nangong Nobles... The other disciples cannot possibly inherit the ancestors’...”

Crack! A sound broke off Nangong Tian’s words.

Then, Nangong Tian’s eyes widened instantaneously.

That was because there was a hand that had completely sank into the location of Nangong Hao’s heart. Blood flowed vigorously from his chest area.

“Dad... If you don’t agree, I... I will crush my heart immediately!”

“Hao’er, you, why do this to yourself!” Nangong Tian’s body trembled as he finally understood what Nangong Hao wanted. However, that made him even more miserable.

“I have lost, so I should receive the punishment... I only hope that Dad could grant me my last wish, to exchange my life for Brother Mu’s,” As Nangong Hao turned to look at Nangong Mu, instead of showing any sense of pain, he smiled faintly.

“Brother Mu...”

“I know that you have worked relentlessly for all these while, for more than ten years, I know that you really wanted to surpass me, yet I could not grant you your wish because I know that once you have surpassed me, you will be the one shouldering the responsibility and pain...”

“I can’t give you much as a brother, but at least, I can give you my life...”

“Brother, the brother I love the most!”

Nangong Hao’s lips trembled non-stop. Nobody could hear what he was saying clearly, but they saw how Nangong Hao, as a person who had never felt emotional, had two drops of blood-filled tears trickling down his face.

“Hao’er!” Nangong Tian howled. He looked at Nangong Hao and then the Space-splitting Demon God above him and clenched his teeth. “Let’s go!”

“Yes!” After they saw Nangong Tian carry Nangong Hao, the sages of the Nangong Nobles followed Nangong Tian’s orders and carried Nangong Mu carefully, quickly running down the Heaven Zen Mountain.

The wind on the peak of the Heaven Zen Mountain turned more chilly.

Nangong Tian had escaped with Nangong Hao, Nangong Mu and the sages of the Nangong Nobles. Only Chi Guyan, Wu Yuer, Yan Qianli and the Heavenly Oasis Saint were left standing at the peak of the mountain.

“Yuer, there’s no more hope.”

“I don’t believe that!” Wu Yuer bit her lips. The red dot between her brows was extremely eye-catching, like the plum flowers that bloomed in the cold winter.