darknovel Chapter 24 Big Brother, do you really not remember him? Zhang Cheng, I want the vanguard position in
Chapter 24 Big Brother, do you really not remember him? Zhang Cheng, I want the vanguard position in
midair.
The moment the spear's edge struck, the silver divine light abruptly stopped.
Yang Jian stood frozen in mid-air, his black hair whipping wildly backward in the gale.
A pair of reddened eyes stared intently at the rapidly enlarging cyan-gold cold light.
"Heaven-shaking..."
This was the earth-shattering spear intent that he knew so well, etched into his bones, and imprinted in the deepest part of his soul!
He spent countless days and nights practicing his skills beneath the waterfalls of Yuquan Mountain, trying to recreate that atmosphere.
But now—
This earth-shaking spear intent was both so familiar and so strange...
Just as the spear's edge was less than half an inch from Yang Jian's brow!
"when--!"
A metallic clang rang out, followed by a deafening explosion.
Nine crimson dragons, burning with Samadhi True Fire, roared out from the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, carrying terrifying heat waves, and stood in front of Yang Jian.
The azure-gold spear flashed past between the three fire dragons at the very front.
The three red dragons suddenly let out a mournful cry and collapsed into a sky full of flowing fire.
The azure-gold spear's light dimmed by a third, but its remaining momentum remained undiminished, heading straight for Yang Jian's brow!
The remaining six red dragons coiled up and surrounded Yang Jian, roaring towards the sky.
After a short while, the remaining glimmer of azure-gold light was completely extinguished.
"This spear intent..."
Not far away, Nezha stared at the remaining six red dragons, his expression suddenly changing.
"Purer and more resolute than last time..."
"It's even purer and more resolute than the heaven-defying spear intent my second brother has cultivated!"
Just then.
Nezha suddenly remembered Yang Jian's behavior of staying in the same place.
He turned around abruptly to look at Yang Jian behind him, his eyes filled with shock and inexplicable rage, and shouted sharply.
"Second Brother—"
"Are you crazy?! Why didn't you hide?!"
Yang Jian stood still in place.
He stared blankly at the spot where the azure-gold spear's intent was slowly dissipating.
The knuckles of his right hand, gripping the three-pointed double-edged sword, were so pale they were almost transparent.
"It's him..."
"This spear intent..."
"Big brother... really..."
Upon seeing this, Nezha's expression changed drastically.
My second brother has mastered the "Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques," which allows him to activate protective divine light even through his physical instincts.
But he...
Nezha's heart sank suddenly.
The second brother didn't have time to avoid it at all.
But -
They have absolutely no intention of avoiding it!
He wanted to risk his life to confirm the meaning of that spear!
Nezha took a deep breath, a chill running down his spine.
He clenched his fist tightly, took a step forward, and blocked Yang Jian's view.
He spoke in a low, angry voice, his tone deliberately lowered.
"Second Brother!!"
"Wake up!"
"Even if he really is the reincarnation of Brother Yang Jiao—"
"But he doesn't recognize you anymore!!!"
The words fell.
Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted.
The silver divine light that was faintly flowing on the surface of the body was suddenly cut off by something and dissipated.
Yang Jian's body swayed, and he almost fell from mid-air.
He forced himself to steady himself and instinctively leaned forward, trying to see the figure.
But Nezha once again stood in front of him, blocking his view.
The wind howled.
The three-pointed double-edged sword emitted a very faint tremor in Yang Jian's hand.
"Big...brother..."
"Hehehe..."
Yang Jian opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to refute.
Only a few broken, discordant breaths escaped his throat.
He gripped the knife even tighter.
The skin on my palm suddenly cracked open, oozing out strands of bright red blood.
The silver light on the divine mark between his brows flashed suddenly, flickering incessantly, and seemed about to crack open.
Obsession, ecstasy, pain, reality...
A variety of complex emotions surged within his consciousness, tearing at his soul with ferocity.
Yang Jian's mind kept replaying his elder brother's smile from back then.
"Jiro..."
"Little sister..."
Looking into those bloodshot, glistening eyes before me.
Nezha, fearing that Yang Jian would completely fall into demonic possession, raised his voice again, as if it were a thunderclap.
"Second Brother!!"
Yang Jian did not reply.
He merely peered through the gap beside Nezha, as if lost in thought...
Staring blankly and intently at the black-armored youth sitting atop the dragon horse in the distance.
……
I could feel the gaze fixed on me from afar.
Gu Xuan withdrew his right hand, which had been pointing like a spear, and took a deep look at Nezha in mid-air.
as well as......
A handsome young man with vertical lines on his forehead, dressed in a silver robe and holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword.
Then...
Gu Xuan slowly withdrew his gaze, calmly and composedly turning the horse's head.
Amidst the deafening cheers of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Shang army camp, they entered the camp at a leisurely pace.
"pioneer!!!"
"pioneer!!!"
"General Gu is invincible!!!"
The morning breeze brushed against the cold black armor.
Gu Xuan spoke calmly and softly.
"Qingyuan...Miaodao Zhenjun..."
The sound was very soft.
So light it was swallowed up by the wind, sand, and sound.
But Yang Jian, who was extremely far away, had been relentlessly locking onto Gu Xuan's aura...
But I heard that title clearly and distinctly!
Yang Jian's body, which had been frozen in place, trembled slightly.
He stared intently at the retreating figure in black armor, his eyes almost overflowing with crimson.
Until that tall, spear-like figure gradually disappeared into the vast Shang army camp and could no longer be seen.
Yang Jian stood frozen in place, like a weathered statue.
For a very long time...
A gust of cold wind blew in my face.
He seemed to come back to life, and trembled slightly.
Yang Jian slowly lowered his head.
Looking at the bright red blood seeping from his palm.
Fresh blood flowed down from the tiger's mouth, dripping onto the yellow earth below, seeping into the mud and sand, turning into a faint dark red.
"Big brother..."
Yang Jian murmured softly.
The voice was dry and broken.
In the desolate wilderness, only the wind howled, and no one answered.
The cheers from the distant Shang army camp grew fainter and fainter, gradually fading away.
Big brother...
I really don't remember him.
I don't remember that night when Erlang, clutching his blanket, led his little sister to his bedside, screaming in fear.
I don't remember the Erlang who would sit quietly with his little sister on a small stool, watching him practice shooting with eyes full of admiration.
In a daze, Yang Jian heard those voices that had long been buried by time again—
"Big brother, when can you teach me your marksmanship?"
"When you're a little older, focus on getting your body in shape first."
"What about the little sister?"
"Little sister doesn't need to practice shooting."
"With her older brother and second brother protecting her, all I need to do is be happy."
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes.
He slowly, little by little, clenched his fist.
He squeezed the bright red blood from his palm tightly into his hand.
I forcibly suppressed the complex emotions surging within me.
"Nezha..."
"He...he was the vanguard of the Shang army..."
"Yeah....?"
Nezha looked at Yang Jian's stiff back and felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
A long silence followed...
Nezha felt as if something was blocking his throat.
In the end, he could only nod with difficulty and say "Mmm".
"call--"
Yang Jian slowly exhaled.
When he opened his eyes again, the bloodshot eyes were still there.
He took a deep look in the direction of the Shang army's camp.
Since his elder brother had forgotten them, he would make him remember them again.
No matter what method you use.
No matter the cost!
Then, it suddenly turned around, tore through the morning wind, and transformed into a streak of aurora, flying towards Xiqi City.
"Back to the city."
"I want--"
"The vanguard position of Xiqi!!"