The Supreme Wild Young Master Chapter 660 Final Battle (Part 1)_1

Xi Jue observed Zhang Xian with a subtle smile, showing no inclination to speak. Zhang Xian returned the gaze, his own eyes fixed on Xi Jue.

After a prolonged silence from Xi Jue, Zhang Xian let out a cold chuckle. "What's the matter? Has the cat got your tongue?"

"You are in no position to negotiate with me at this moment." Xi Jue's voice was laced with amusement as he tightened his grip on Senior Sister Ziyu's neck. "With this lass in my possession, you have no choice but to comply. That is, unless you are prepared to abandon her life and death entirely. However, from what I understand of your character, such cold-blooded cruelty is beyond you. That, my friend, is precisely why you are fated to fall before me."

"You are despicable," Zizhu spat, her voice filled with disgust. "You were once Senior Sister Ziyu's mentor; how could you engage in such inhumane actions?"

"Hahaha..." Xi Jue erupted in a hearty laugh. "In the past, I didn't hesitate to push my own junior sister off a cliff. What makes you think I would hesitate to harm a junior sister I've only just met? I am not swayed by emotional attachments."

"Ask whatever you wish to know," Zhang Xian conceded, his tone resigned.

"I merely wish to inquire about the events of the Ancient Times," Xi Jue stated, his laughter echoing. "I understand these matters hold little significance for you. But do not attempt to deceive me; I have done my research and am not entirely in the dark."

Zhang Xian scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "The Ancient Times are comprised of mere relics. Do you truly believe there's some grand secret hidden within? Yes, the Teleportation Array exists, but can you even activate it? After all these years, is that array even functional?"

"Zhang Xian, are you mocking me? Or are you truly indifferent to this beauty's fate?" Xi Jue's voice turned cold. "Others may not know the intricate details of the Ancient Times, but you certainly do. And you should know how to open the portal, given your expertise in formations, correct? There are no such things as formations in our martial arts world, yet you were able to decipher formations left from the Ancient Times. Are you truly suggesting you received no legacy from the Ancient Times?"

"This..." Zhang Xian was rendered speechless. He had initially believed Xi Jue might not have considered this angle, but he had unfortunately underestimated Xi Jue's focus on him. All his recent actions had been within Xi Jue's meticulous observation. Consequently, his unusual abilities had easily led Xi Jue to suspect he possessed an ancient legacy.

"I shall give you three days," Xi Jue declared, pulling Senior Sister Ziyu closer. "In three days, I will dispatch someone to Lingxiao Island. If you wish for this damsel to live, bring me what I desire and come find me." With that, he swiftly turned and departed, Senior Sister Ziyu still firmly in his grasp.

"Stop right there..." Zhang Xian attempted to give chase.

Zizhu, however, restrained Zhang Xian, shaking her head. "Zhang Xian, there's no need to pursue. You cannot defeat him."

"That damned scoundrel," Old Man Gui growled, his face contorted with anger. "In three days, I will personally avenge my master."

"Three days is an impossibly short timeframe for us," Zizhu mused, her brow furrowed. "With our current strength, a direct confrontation with Xi Jue and his cohorts is suicide. We must devise a foolproof plan."

"Kid, do you have any ideas?" Old Man Gui inquired, looking towards Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian remained silent, shaking his head. "Against overwhelming strength, any scheme or trickery becomes futile. I cannot conceive of a viable plan at this moment."

"Shall we return to Lingxiao Island first?" Zizhu proposed. "Given the current circumstances, we cannot discount the possibility that Xi Jue might target the island. Xi Jue has remained unchanged over the years; he is capable of anything."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Zhang Xian finally nodded. He departed with Zizhu and Old Man Gui, heading away from the scene.

Upon their return to Lingxiao Island, Zhang Xian, determined to prevent a recurrence of such an incident, promptly contacted Wen Yulan, Duan Hong, Mu Cheng, and Zhu Yan, extending an invitation to Lingxiao Island. Currently, Lingxiao Island served as the residence for various factions and a sanctuary for numerous beautiful women, many of whom shared past connections with Zhang Xian. However, with Senior Sister Ziyu's capture and the island facing a threat from the supposed God's Spokesperson, any potential discord was set aside.

One day, after concluding his breakfast, Zhang Xian made his way to the edge of Lingxiao Island. Gazing out at the vast, unending sea, he was lost in deep thought, pondering the best course of action to rescue Senior Sister Ziyu. He had already consumed the pill, sensing that a breakthrough could occur at any moment, yet the chances remained slim, with no discernible reaction in his body thus far. Relinquishing the Ancient legacy to Xi Jue was equally unfeasible. Should that villain obtain the legacy of the Ancient Times, unparalleled chaos would undoubtedly ensue, rendering no one capable of matching Xi Jue's might.

"Swoosh..."

Swiftly, a figure descended from behind. It was Elder Gui.

Observing Zhang Xian’s troubled expression, he drew nearer and inquired, "What troubles you? Are you dwelling on Senior Sister Ziyu?"

"Yes..."

Zhang Xian affirmed with a nod. "Neither defeating Xi Jue nor devising any other stratagem seems feasible currently. I’m at a loss as to how I shall rescue Senior Sister Ziyu."

"Zizhu and I have already conferred on this matter,"

Elder Gui uttered with a sigh. "Three days have already elapsed, and Xi Jue has likely initiated his plans. We may be compelled to concede if we lack certainty."

"Simply concede?" Zhang Xian questioned, surprised.

Elder Gui nodded. "Indeed, we cannot imperil the entire world for Senior Sister Ziyu’s sake alone. Even Zizhu concurs with this sentiment."

Zhang Xian’s head shook. "I shall not relinquish hope until the very end."

"What is your intention then?"

Elder Gui fixed his gaze upon Zhang Xian. "I am aware that you have consumed the elixir, and a breakthrough could occur at any moment. However, bear in mind, your probability of success is slim. Should Xi Jue eliminate you, there might be no one else in this world capable of matching him. Through your ancient inheritance, you are presently the sole individual who can confront Xi Jue."

"Perhaps a prodigy will emerge in the years to come, and Xi Jue will devolve into mere dust. But by then, who will stand against the God’s Spokesperson? Shall we instigate another widespread conflict? The God’s Spokesperson has already infiltrated various major factions, be they the orthodox or the heretical paths, their agents are pervasive. Even the military is not exempt."

"In such a climate, the God’s Spokesperson initiating a war – you comprehend the implications of that."

Zhang Xian paused for a brief moment before nodding. "I grasp your meaning, yet I cannot passively witness Senior Sister Ziyu be executed by Xi Jue. Throughout this journey, my fortune has consistently favored me. How can you assert with absolute certainty that I will not achieve a sudden breakthrough this time? This is a gamble, and I will not permit Ziyu to become the sacrifice in this conflict – no one shall."

"Has this decision been mulled over with due deliberation?" Elder Gui inquired, a frown creasing his brow.

He recognized that Zhang Xian's disposition bore a striking resemblance to his own, making it exceedingly challenging to sway him once his mind was set. Witnessing Zhang Xian's unwavering resolve, Elder Gui found himself hesitant to oppose him further.

On matters such as these, his dissent would prove futile, and he too harbored no desire for Ziyu to be the casualty of this struggle.

"Mmm, I must depart," Zhang Xian affirmed with a nod.

Elder Gui regarded Zhang Xian, posing the question once more, "Have you thoroughly examined it from every angle?"

Zhang Xian nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"Very well..."

Elder Gui placed a hand upon Zhang Xian’s shoulder. "I shall accompany you. Regardless of the God’s Spokesperson’s might, we shall fight until the final breath."

...

At Lingxiao Island, within the grand hall atop the mountain.

Jun Wuhen, Qiu Yun, and the others, upon learning that Zhang Xian intended to confront Xi Jue, the leader of the God’s Spokesperson, all vocalized their readiness to join him.

The world of ancient martial arts had, by this juncture, largely fractured and disintegrated, rendering any prospect of reunification infeasible. Having narrowly escaped oblivion themselves, only a select few were inclined to plunge back into such a maelstrom. This sentiment extended to certain international powers, all of whom had been severely battered by the God’s Spokesperson, scattering their forces and diminishing their former formidable stature.

Under these dire circumstances, they stood as the sole viable opposition to the God’s Spokesperson.

Should they abstain, Zhang Xian would face this battle utterly alone.

"Are you truly resolute in your decision to proceed?"

Zizhu disapproved of a direct confrontation with Xi Jue. The God’s Spokesperson commanded a multitude of formidable entities; otherwise, how could they have accomplished the subjugation of vast, uncooperative forces across numerous nations?

"Mmm, our course is set," Zhang Xian confirmed with a nod.

Mo Shaoyun stepped forward. "Zhang Xian, may we accompany you?"

"No," Zhang Xian replied, shaking his head.

Mo Shaoyun’s lips parted as if to speak, but ultimately, words failed her.

Fu Meiting and the other women remained silent as well. They understood the gravity of the situation; their emotional outbursts would serve no purpose and would only burden Zhang Xian.

"Then, follow us!"

Elder Gui declared, "Xi Jue has dispatched an envoy to meet us. We can proceed directly to the rendezvous point he has designated."

"Might not these individuals be laying a trap for us?" Jun Wuhen inquired.

Zhang Xian offered a wry smile. "What if it is a trap? We have no alternative but to proceed."

"Indeed..."

Jun Wuhen clenched his jaw and strode forth. "Let us advance! We shall proceed directly to confront and annihilate those insufferably arrogant curs."

Zhang Xian cast a glance toward Mo Shaoyun and the assembled women before proceeding to follow Jun Wuhen’s path. Qiu Yun, Blood Soul, and the others trailed closely behind, effectively mobilizing almost the entirety of Lingxiao Island's combat strength for the pursuit.

Mo Shaoyun and the others followed in Zhang Xian’s wake, uncontrollable tears streaming down their faces. Even the families of the women had come along. Though they had harbored displeasure upon discovering Zhang Xian's romantic entanglements with the women, his considerable capabilities left them powerless to object, despite their lingering reluctance. Now, with Zhang Xian venturing forth to confront this so-called God’s Spokesperson, his safe return was uncertain, stirring a complex medley of emotions within them.

“Return home,” Zhang Xian instructed, pausing briefly to turn and offer a reassuring smile. “Your husband is an indestructible survivor; a mere God’s Spokesperson will be powerless against me. I vow to bring Senior Sister back safely.”

“Mmm, we will await your return,” Mo Shaoyun and the other women replied, watching Zhang Xian depart with evident reluctance. They nodded, stifling their tears and resolving not to cry, thus avoiding adding further pressure onto Zhang Xian.

“Consider it done,” Zhang Xian declared with a chuckle. He then turned, striding purposefully forward with vigor. The moment his back was turned, however, his eyes welled up, and a profound sense of longing surged within his heart. This departure carried the grim possibility of never returning alive, suggesting this moment might indeed be a final farewell. Nevertheless, he harbored no intention of halting his advance, continuing his determined progress down the mountain.