Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 119: Let’s Die Together

"Disciple, don’t panic."

Lin Yu’s voice, fragile as a thread of breath, echoed in Su Ming’s mind, carrying a strange calm.

"He’s forcing himself. That murderous energy is fiercer than a bone-shredding steel blade. Every time he uses even a sliver of spiritual energy, he’s bleeding himself out."

"Provoke him, make him lose focus, drive him mad!"

"Only a madman will show a flaw!"

Su Ming’s gaze slowly moved away from the wavering flying sword, finally landing on Zhao Qianshan’s twisted face.

He made no attempt to get up and run.

He did not beg for mercy.

Instead, he turned toward the tip of that lethal sword and grinned.

His mouth was torn, blood mingling with dirt, making his smile look hideously feral and utterly insane."Heh…"

"Hehehe…"

He laughed, his voice hoarse, like an old bellows being pumped, wrenching at the wound in his chest and forcing him into violent coughing.

"Ka…cough…"

Each cough brought up a streak of blood.

Zhao Qianshan’s brow tightened; he did not like this feeling.

This little insect had not displayed the fear and despair he had expected.

It made him uneasy.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Qianshan’s voice was cold.

Su Ming lifted his head and stared at him with eyes veined in blood.

"I’m laughing at you… pitiful."

Su Ming spoke each word slowly. His voice was soft, but it felt like steel needles stabbing at Zhao Qianshan’s already taut nerves.

"Foundation Grand Perfection… heh, such swagger."

"Hunting me—a third-stage Qi Refiner—for three days and nights, and you’ve turned yourself into this wreck."

"How do you feel now?"

Su Ming’s eyes glanced pointedly at the wound on Zhao Qianshan’s chest, where black blood kept seeping.

"The taste of that murderous energy… quite nice, isn’t it?"

Zhao Qianshan’s facial muscles twitched violently.

"Suicide!"

fingertip became a faint streak of light, thrusting straight

of his soul power to block most of the lethal strike aimed

"Sss!"

soul-energy barrier, its force and speed dropping sharply. It only carved a shallow scratch across Su Ming’s

seemed unable

face grew brighter, more

"Come on!"

shouted with all the

"Kill me!"

"Make your move!"

his elbows and painfully inched forward one inch, actively moving toward the flying sword

at your

me, the spiritual energy inside your body will be

will eat you from the inside out, inch by inch…

"We… die together!"

will be

"This deal is mine!"

were like heavy hammers, striking Zhao Qianshan’s

He understood perfectly!

how

imprisoned, violently

spiritual energy to kill Su Ming, that murderous energy very

was not

him might not guarantee

could even lead to a

"You… you’re talking nonsense!"

trembled for the first

He was afraid.

hundred years of cultivation and countless life-and-death trials,

being consumed alive by murderous energy, of

"Nonsense?"

harder, even tears of

won’t you

"Why are you trembling?"

sword… you can hardly hold it

"You—"

Qianshan’s mental defenses were utterly shattered by Su Ming’s words that

were consumed

you dead! I’ll kill

inhuman roar; his eyes were red as blood,

longer thought of consequences or the backlash of

was to make this youth—who had shamed his face and ruined his path—vanish

"Go!"

He pointed abruptly!

a mournful cry, turning into a final streak of light that shot

It was over!

soul body almost solidified at that

But!