Chapter 2288 - 1210: The Great Battle Concludes (Part 5)

Today’s outcome no longer had anything to do with that bunch.

On the other side, in front of Sheng Yanlin, Song Canghai had no strength to fight back at all, beaten into retreat step by step.

Sheng Yanlin swung his staff left, then right, and suddenly lashed it across Song Canghai’s face again, purely tormenting him, humiliating him to the utmost.

In the end, one blow snapped both his legs. Song Canghai fell from midair, crashed into the muddy ground; that lofty master’s bearing vanished completely. He stabbed his sword into the earth, as if still wanting to stand, but Sheng Yanlin reversed his grip and smashed down, breaking his arm.

Lying in the rotten mud, Song Canghai let out an unwilling roar. Even on the brink of death he didn’t speak a single word of begging for mercy; instead, curses poured from his mouth as he described in detail how he had tortured and slaughtered Sheng Yanlin’s old friends and subordinates, just begging for a swift death.

Sheng Yanlin raised his staff and broke out all his teeth with one blow, but Song Canghai only burst into a chilling maniacal laugh, mumbling mockery with a mouthful of blood and spit, saying Sheng Yanlin was blind, that the whole world had betrayed him, that even his own younger brother refused to help him—what a pitiful worm.

"I won’t kill you so easily. I’ll make you suffer all the torment you put Wangshan through, and you’ll pay it back double!"

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Yanlin smashed down viciously, breaking Song Canghai’s only remaining sound right arm, completely turning him into a cripple.

Seeing that he couldn’t even win death, Song Canghai kept spewing venomous curses, but Sheng Yanlin dug up a big handful of stinking sludge and rammed it into his mouth.

With Song Canghai dealt with, next in line was his own younger brother, Sheng Jingxuan.

With Song Canghai defeated, Sheng Jingxuan knew the tide had turned. He tried several times to break out and flee, but each time Liu Hanzheng blocked his way.

Seeing his elder brother walking toward him with a dark, gloomy face, Sheng Jingxuan’s hand clutching the brush started to tremble. At the very last moment, the line of defense in his heart completely collapsed. He dropped the brush in his hand and fell to his knees with a "thud," sobbing his eyes out.

"Brother, brother, I know I was wrong. It’s all my fault, Jingxuan’s fault. I let Ghost befuddle my mind, I listened to that bastard Fa Jiao Fa Erhato of the Dharma Sect, that’s why I did such an inhuman, monstrous thing."

"Brother, please give Jingxuan another chance. We’re blood brothers—no one understands you better than I do. Let me atone by making amends. Let’s go back to how we were when we were kids, alright?"

"Before Father died he entrusted me to you—do you still remember how you answered him? Brother, say something!"

Now that the situation was decided, Sheng Yanlin walked step by step toward Sheng Jingxuan, who was kneeling in the mud. At this moment, the latter had nothing left to rely on; he had completely become a solitary, abandoned man.

He was deeply unwilling. He didn’t even know why—after making so many arrangements, he had still lost so utterly.

The Chamber of Commerce, the United Federation, the Bone Painting Tower, the Poisonous Man Gu the Dharma Sect had passed on to him, and all those experts of the world of martial arts he had secretly bought off... so many arrangements, so much effort, and in the end it was all like water poured into a bamboo basket—completely for nothing.

He didn’t know why he’d been defeated, why all the prepared backup plans had failed to appear. Those Chamber of Commerce people had taken his money, the reinforcements from the United Federation and Bone Painting Tower also never showed up. He had no idea what had happened outside the city.

But there was one thing he did know: his elder brother Sheng Yanlin might not kill him. From childhood to now, it had always been the same—no matter how big a disaster he caused, how much trouble he stirred up, his brother would always side with him, help him settle each and every problem.

Afterward, as long as he admitted his fault and begged for mercy, his brother would forgive him.

This time, he’d just made a somewhat more serious mistake. His brother would definitely punish him severely—that was for certain—but in the end he would still spare him. After all... his brother had sworn in front of their father’s coffin that he would take care of him his whole life, that he wouldn’t let anyone bully him or let him suffer any grievances.

He knew his brother too well. Sheng Yanlin was someone who valued feelings deeply. As long as he played the emotional card, he was sure to have a chance.

Seeing Sheng Yanlin walk up to him but still not make a move, Sheng Jingxuan felt a great weight lift from his heart, and acted ever more pitiful and remorseful: "Brother, do you still remember when we were little? We went to fight together, and I was bullied by people from Lingxi Academy. You stood up for me and beat that guy bloody. Brother, we’re real brothers—our blood is thicker than water."

"And back then, when I lost Mother’s most cherished piece of jewelry, you took the blame for me, said you’d misplaced it by accident, and got a good whipping from Father because of it."

He didn’t know why he’d been defeated, why all the prepared backup plans had failed to appear. Those Chamber of Commerce people had taken his money, the reinforcements from the United Federation and Bone Painting Tower also never showed up. He had no idea what had happened outside the city.

But there was one thing he did know: his elder brother Sheng Yanlin might not kill him. From childhood to now, it had always been the same—no matter how big a disaster he caused, how much trouble he stirred up, his brother would always side with him, help him settle each and every problem.

Afterward, as long as he admitted his fault and begged for mercy, his brother would forgive him.

This time, he’d just made a somewhat more serious mistake. His brother would definitely punish him severely—that was for certain—but in the end he would still spare him. After all... his brother had sworn in front of their father’s coffin that he would take care of him his whole life, that he wouldn’t let anyone bully him or let him suffer any grievances.

He knew his brother too well. Sheng Yanlin was someone who valued feelings deeply. As long as he played the emotional card, he was sure to have a chance.

Seeing Sheng Yanlin walk up to him but still not make a move, Sheng Jingxuan felt a great weight lift from his heart, and acted ever more pitiful and remorseful: "Brother, do you still remember when we were little? We went to fight together, and I was bullied by people from Lingxi Academy. You stood up for me and beat that guy bloody. Brother, we’re real brothers—our blood is thicker than water."

"And back then, when I lost Mother’s most cherished piece of jewelry, you took the blame for me, said you’d misplaced it by accident, and got a good whipping from Father because of it."