Chapter 409: Chapter 408 Anger Unappeased
"Yang Fei, he’s trying to escape!"
Although Wang Lei was very strong, when he realized that Duanmu Yun was trying to flee, he knew he could not capture him alone and immediately shouted.
Yang Fei suddenly looked up, indeed seeing Duanmu Yun dashing down the mountain, intent on escaping. He immediately gave chase and commanded, "Stay!"
As he bellowed the command, a fierce wind suddenly arose within the forest.
"Cloud Binding Hand!"
Yang Fei growled and reached out with an empty claw towards the distance.
The power of Heaven and Earth was once again manipulated.
An invisible force instantly condensed into a giant grasping hand, and from a distance of over thirty meters, it wrapped around Duanmu Yun.
Duanmu Yun suddenly felt an inexplicable resistance in front of him, his expression drastically changed, and he swung his sword to strike.
Hisss hisss hisss!!!
The concentrated power of Heaven and Earth split apart, Yang Fei’s Sea of Consciousness suffered backlash, he groaned quietly, his complexion deathly pale.
But in that moment of delay, Wang Lei had caught up, leaping into the air and landing in front of Duanmu Yun, his hand sweeping back as he brought his sword down.
Just breaking free from the Cloud Binding Hand’s restraint, Duanmu Yun saw Wang Lei’s sword strike down, and in a fury, he snapped, "You’re courting death!"
As he spoke, he also risked his life, his Qi channeled through his long sword; the sword’s hum like a dragon, it carried his strongest attack as he thrust it towards Wang Lei.
Wang Lei, intent only on blocking the way, saw the desperate thrust coming and was greatly shocked, using his sword to defend.
When the sword clashed with the sword, the grating noise was accompanied by sparks flying.
Wang Lei was sent flying backwards, clearing the path.
Duanmu Yun had no desire to chase after, merely intent on escaping, but his expression changed drastically yet again.
His strong perception picked up disturbances in the airflow ahead. That young man was once more manipulating the power of Heaven and Earth to entangle him.
Duanmu Yun, both angry and anxious, found this ability to connect with the power of Heaven and Earth through strong volition to be extremely annoying, yet he had no better way to counter it except to concentrate all his strength into a furious blow with his sword.
Thump thump thump!!!
The sound of dissipating Qi bursts spread out.
Duanmu Yun had just broken free from the entanglement when a sharp gust of wind came from behind.
A dread sunk into his heart when he knew it was Yang Fei catching up. Panic-stricken, and with no time to strike back, he immediately rolled forward to escape.
Yang Fei’s attack missed, and he leapt up like a swift hare, pouncing toward Duanmu Yun like a lion catching its prey.
Duanmu Yun was just about to get up and continue fleeing for his life when he saw a robust aura sweeping towards him. Filled with fright, he had no choice but to infuse his Qi into his treasure sword and execute a counterattack akin to a backhand strike towards Yang Fei.
Though the story is lengthy, in reality, both men’s actions were as fast as lightning, and Duanmu Yun’s series of life-or-death responses were precisely accurate.
Alas, Yang Fei was more powerful and would not let him go, quickly catching up.
There was a loud bang, and Yang Fei kicked the long sword that had been charged with True Qi, causing the blade to veer off course.
Duanmu Yun was shocked.
He felt the sword being hit by a tremendous force, the shock causing his palms to sting. But before he could make another move, he was kicked in the chest.
Boom!
Duanmu Yun felt as if the world was spinning, his head about to burst.
That kick was too heavy.
Like being struck by a great mountain, it was suffocating and despairing.
The world spun, his heart filled with terror and dismay, and amidst this despair, his body heavily hit the ground.
Duanmu Yun rolled over, forcibly suppressed the severe injury within his body, and struggled to get up to continue his escape, but he felt a chill on his neck.
He slowly looked up, only to see the cold and resolute face of Wang Lei.
"Thump!"
Duanmu Yun knelt to the ground, begging for mercy, "Don’t... don’t kill me, I don’t want to die!"
Wang Lei’s eyes flashed with contempt and disgust as he sneered, "Shut up. A coward like you truly disgraces the face of the Hidden Sect aristocratic family."
Duanmu Yun burst into tears, his body trembling, and he pleaded for mercy, "Wang... Brother Wang, save... save me, I... I really don’t want to die, I... I was wrong, I shouldn’t have come. But it was all my cousin Duanmu Hai’s idea, and he’s already dead, you... please spare me."
The high and mighty descendants of the Hidden Sect, faced with the great fear of life and death, promptly bowed their heads to beg for mercy.
Wang Lei felt ashamed, feeling that this person had completely disgraced the face of the Hidden Sect descendants.
Yang Fei, however, appeared very calm.
There are those who are not afraid of death, but young people who can face life and death head-on are indeed rare.
Descendants of aristocratic families like Duanmu Yun, who could have lived a life of comfort and wealth without courting death, how could they not cherish their lives?
"Slap!"
Unable to bear the sight, Wang Lei fiercely struck Duanmu Yun with his knife’s side, causing Duanmu Yun’s cheek to immediately swell up.
Yet he did not feel the pain; instead, his face showed joy as he continued to plead, "Yes... yes, hit me, I... I was truly wrong. As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want."
Wang Lei, infuriated, struck his face again with the flat of the blade, knocking out a row of teeth.
Duanmu Yun spat out a mouthful of teeth and blood, his sword tossed aside, devoid of any courage to resist, kneeling on the ground miserably begging for mercy.
Yang Fei stopped Wang Lei with a look, reprimanding, "Shut up, answer my questions."
Duanmu Yun immediately closed his mouth, looking towards Yang Fei with meek agreement.
"Did only the two of you come looking for me?" asked Yang Fei.
Duanmu Yun promptly nodded, "After the family learned of your identity as a Taoist Inheritor, they weighed the pros and cons and sent me and my cousin to find you."
"Is it to capture me and take me to your home, or to kill me?" asked Yang Fei.
"They want the Taoist inheritance from you. If we can force it out of you, we can deal with it accordingly," replied Duanmu Yun with blunt honesty.
Yang Fei snorted coldly and continued, "What about the other aristocratic families and Sects, have they sent people as well?"
"I don’t know," Duanmu Yun hastily shook his head.
Yang Fei frowned.
Before coming here, there was a team led by high-level forces to capture him.
Although he had not yet received any news from Qin Yanyang and did not know why the other party wanted to capture him, it was not hard to guess that it certainly had to do with his identity as a Taoist Inheritor.
It seemed that Wang Lei was right; revealing his identity as a Taoist Inheritor really was big trouble.
"The Token is on you, isn’t it?" Wang Lei suddenly interjected.
Duanmu Yun nodded decisively, "It is... it’s true, my cousin’s Token is also on me."
As he spoke, he took out two black Tokens from his chest and handed them to Wang Lei.
Yang Fei glanced at them, not knowing of what material these black Tokens were forged, they looked quite sturdy, and the side he could see bore one character: Hidden.
No doubt, these Tokens represented something originating from the Hidden Sect.
Seeing the two Tokens, Wang Lei’s face showed a trace of surprise.
Yang Fei asked Duanmu Yun, "What is the relationship between the Duanmu Family in Imperial City and your family? Also, have you ever heard of the name Duanmu Qing?"
Duanmu Yun was taken aback; even in his current distress, his eyes still flashed with disdain, "The Duanmu Family in the Mortal World, if traced back five hundred years, may have some blood relation with our Duanmu Family. As for Duanmu Qing you mentioned, of course I have heard of her; she is the demonically talented prodigy of our Duanmu Family."
"Is she... still alive?" Yang Fei asked somberly.
Duanmu Yun was again taken aback, looking at Yang Fei with surprise, and shook his head, "She has long been dead."
Yang Fei took a deep breath, and when his gaze returned to Duanmu Yun, it was icy cold.
Although it was possible that he and this man were distant relatives, what of it?
The death of his second uncle could not be appeased by merely killing Duanmu Hai.
Unable to extract more valuable information, Yang Fei raised his hand and struck Duanmu Yun’s forehead with his palm.
Duanmu Yun had thought by cooperating obediently, he might have a slim chance of survival, but he never expected Yang Fei to kill him so decisively.