Star Gate

Chapter 941: Winding Up Loose Ends (I)

Chapter 941: Winding Up Loose Ends (I)

Yuan Shuo roared from close quarters and erupted with a domain of the five elements. He clapped it down over Zhao Tianyang, whereas he himself jumped out and pummeled Qi Pingjiang with punches. He delivered a barrage of one hundred punches until one connected squarely with his opponent!

He operated the Incantation of the Blade of Blood and summoned a massive bear with a howl. His chest caved in, Qi Pingjiang coughed up blood from the punch.

“You’re still... so strong...” he heaved for breath with a smile. “My wife... died to... one punch... through the heart... Yuan Shuo... you have truly... taken martial dao... to its extreme...”

He turned to look at Li Hao and the fallen Skystar King on the ground.

“Actually... that guy... was good enough,” he sighed. “He was... better than... his son. The nine ministries... could succeed... because that guy... chose to abdicate... at the end...”

He fell backward on his back and whispered, “Ole Zhao, our era... has finished!”@@@@

Boom! He crashed down with arms outstretched!

Zhao Tianyang heaved a long sigh within the domain. His old friends had left one by one. To the victor went the spoils. Everyone knew that there was no chance left the moment that Li Hao’s group appeared. And yet, it was still saddening to see people fall one by one.

“Yuan Shuo, Li Hao... can you erase this part of history when you write the history books in the future?” Zhao Tianyang laughed tragically. “Can you just... leave us eighty years in the past?”

Indeed, eighty years ago! That would be when the old ministers died! They all died after establishing the nine ministries.

“We can decide that later!” Li Hao frowned.

“What a pity!” Zhao Tianyang erupted with a powerful surge of aura and broke the domain of the five elements. He was as if a demon god come to life, descending upon the world with a punch and beating Yuan Shuo back. “Don’t you like using the fist? I will grant you your wish!”

RUMBLE!

Punch after punch followed, shoving Yuan Shuo to a wall. He roared with fury and responded in kind!

Fist matched fist for hundreds of punches—both of their hands were nearly completely shattered! Zhao Tianyang and Yuan Shuo disengaged at the same time. The minister’s presence was in disarray and he smiled at Yuan Shuo. “The Five Styles secret art... is incredible!”

BAM!

His arms exploded, his organs crumbled away, and Zhao Tianyang toppled over with unspeakable regret in his eyes.

I used to be a hero renowned throughout the world eighty years ago! Perhaps... we should’ve all died when we overthrew the royal family!

He closed his eyes and looked no more upon this world.

The premises quieted as four ministers and the old Skystar King were all dead. Their demise meant that curtains had been drawn on the Skystar Dynasty. The status quo of the nine ministries and royal family existing in conjunction would soon fade away.

Under orders from their Silver Armor troop leaders, the Skystar Army rushed the Black Armaturas. The royal family had brought a sizable force with them—almost one thousand, but not many were left by now. The survivors were being cut down by the Skystar Army.

“I will not leave my corpse for you. I lived as your servant and do not wish to die as your food.”

Rose petals rained from the sky as tinkling laughter dissipated upon the wind. Dark red filled the air. The petals drifted away, leaving only Black Armor Zhang An standing in the void.

He looked at the massive petal burning away. He could’ve taken the bramble rose alive at the last possible second, but he chose not to do so. Was the plant spirit wrong?

Zhang An knew that the rose was wrong from humanity’s perspective, yet it hadn’t seemed to do anything wrong from the perspective of its freedom. Plant spirits had indeed always been weak. Even strong existences such as the Cat Tree hadn’t been able to set foot into exalted emperor by the end of New Martial.

Therefore, plant spirits had never been held in high regard.

Since the other didn’t desire to leave its body behind for humans to devour, Zhang An decided to permit the bramble rose its wish after some thought.

......

On the ground.

Li Hao held out a hand for a drifting rose petal and watched it turn to liquid, then disappear. He didn’t feel much regret or sadness about a wasted resource. The young man simply thought over the bramble rose’s words.

Indeed, by what right did a race have to speak if they lacked a true powerhouse? Wasn’t that the case in all of Silver Moon? Jiang Chen and the others were favored sons of heaven in this age, but they ultimately became servants and pawns of these ancient personages and plant spirits.

Although they were all humans, they were humans of different ages. Hence, they could be viewed as two different races. The strong fed on the weak. How would a race have any status to speak of if they lacked notable powerhouses?

Weren’t the times today similar to times long ago? Was Li Hao truly in a better situation than the bramble rose? Although the formidable Black Armor and the still-fighting Director General Wang treated him well, what if he was unable to escort them out of the Star Gate?

What if they could only stay in Silver Moon?

If the main cities revived, if New Martial revived, would these people turn into his subordinates?

At present, they still nursed a bit of hope for leaving and returning to their homeland. What if those hopes were dashed?

Various trains of thought ran through Li Hao’s mind when a loud impact rang out after Director General Wang’s yell. An avenue of great dao appeared in the sky; a seal smashed right into it. An agonized wail rang out as the dominoes began to fall.

With the demise of their strongest member, the bramble rose, the other plant spirits knew that this was the end of the road.

“We surrender!” the rest bawled after Director General Wang killed one of them. “We didn’t do anything, we were sent straight asleep when battle began. We’re just fighting for our recovery. Everyone’s doing the same, what wrong have we committed?”

Who would listen to them at this stage?

The entire group focused on the remaining plant spirits. Under such close attention, they couldn’t self detonate even if they wanted to. All of their hearts of life were demolished, their great dao crushed, and their voices silenced moments later.

Only the sealed Sun Xin was watching them in the vast ruins. Despair filtered into his eyes. Defeat!

Although he hadn’t nursed much hope, the bramble rose had died too quickly when it faced Zhang An. It hadn’t given him a chance to break free.