Chapter 1565: Ever Since I Got Godsanity, I’ve Been Much More Sane
Chapter 1565: Chapter 1565: Ever Since I Got Godsanity, I’ve Been Much More Sane
He had already been badly injured to begin with. Now that he went all out to block the sneak attack from behind by Zhao Sinin, his front was naturally left wide open. With a muffled groan, he was sent flying once again.
"Y-you, who are you, how dare you..." Wei Xiaotian spat mouthful after mouthful of blood foam, struggling to get up, but he had only gotten halfway when his strength gave out and he collapsed back onto the ground.
Staring at Zhao Sinin’s twisted, grinning face, his eyes were full of unwillingness. Being ambushed and plotted against was one thing, but he didn’t even know who this person in front of him was.
No wonder though. Over a hundred Descendants of Divine Guardian had come to the Holy Court; not too many, but not too few either. His mind was entirely on Han Yan, how would he ever pay attention to a small fry like Zhao Sinin.
"Sorry, forgot to tell you, my name is Zhao Sinin." Zhao Sinin said in a sinister tone, a thread of blood slowly seeping down from the corner of his mouth.
After all, Wei Xiaotian’s strength far surpassed his. That backward slash just now had still inflicted no small amount of damage on him.
"Zhao Sinin, Zhao Sinin!" Wei Xiaotian repeated the name. Judging from the way he was grinding his teeth, if looks could kill, he would have already shattered Zhao Sinin into pieces.
Unfortunately, looks couldn’t kill, and in his heavily injured state he couldn’t kill either.
"Why did you save me?" Han Yan looked at Zhao Sinin and asked.
At this moment, Zhao Sinin felt extremely strange to her. Although he was badly wounded, the aura on his body hadn’t weakened in the slightest. Those cruel, emotionless eyes were bloodshot, and his smile was full of ferocity. He looked like a wounded beast, even more terrifying than when he hadn’t been injured.
"I’m not saving you, just returning something to you." Zhao Sinin said. Seeing the confusion in Han Yan’s eyes, he added, "Anyway, my strength has improved so much recently all thanks to your Elixirs, and back in the Beast Spirit Illusion Realm you can be considered to have saved my life."
Hearing him say that, Han Yan was even more puzzled. In her mind, Zhao Sinin was a despicable, shameless, and utterly brainless piece of trash. He actually knew how to repay kindness? Did the sun rise from the west?
"I know Ling Xian always looked down on me, a lot of people look down on me, but I’m not the same as before anymore. I’m also a Descendant of Divine Guardian. One day, I’m going to become one of the very top experts on the Holy Court Continent, an upright and towering expert, so that everyone knows they were wrong. I’ll also let Ling Xian know that in this world, only I, Zhao Sinin, am worthy of her!" Zhao Sinin looked at the sky, a fanatical light shining in his eyes.
Han Yan had seen that kind of look before, but that had been when he was looking at Zhao Lingxian.
"Ling Xian is already dead." Han Yan couldn’t help saying. When a person dies, it’s like a lamp snuffed out; past hatred all dissipates like smoke. Han Yan naturally no longer had the old resentment toward Zhao Lingxian. When she thought of her, some childhood memories would occasionally surface. If not for family interests, perhaps they could have become friends.
"I know Ling Xian is dead, but it doesn’t matter. I think she’ll still be watching me, watching me become a true powerhouse one day, a heroic figure who stands between heaven and earth." Zhao Sinin gazed at the sky and spoke with endless gentleness.
Han Yan never would have thought Zhao Sinin would save her for this reason. Thinking back to Jiang Yuzhe’s earlier suggestion, she actually felt a bit fortunate. Thankfully she hadn’t followed Jiang Yuzhe’s words and found a chance to kill Zhao Sinin. Otherwise, without his sneak attack from behind, she really wouldn’t have been able to beat Wei Xiaotian.
Actually, if you had just used your brain a bit more, even if you were a little more despicable, I probably wouldn’t have despised you. That was what Han Yan wanted to say, but in the end she didn’t.
Because she suddenly realized Zhao Sinin’s mind was already not quite right. Some people fall sick with longing, but he had become demonized with longing. Right now, his only reason for living was Zhao Lingxian. Everything he did was for Zhao Lingxian. Even knowing full well she was already dead, he still wouldn’t change. The only thing that had changed, perhaps, was his disposition. The former despicableness was gone, replaced by a few degrees of "aboveboard righteousness." Although this kind of righteousness was a bit pathological, it didn’t seem to be a bad thing.
Obviously, learning of Zhao Lingxian’s death had dealt him a heavy blow. But Han Yan and the others had been focused on Cultivation, and he had grown more and more taciturn, often hiding within the crowd, ignored by everyone, so no one noticed.
He truly was wholeheartedly devoted to Zhao Lingxian! Seeing the obsession and fanaticism in Zhao Sinin’s eyes, Han Yan even felt a faint trace of emotion.
"But I’m still going to kill you." Just as Han Yan was quietly moved, Zhao Sinin suddenly changed the subject. His gaze once again turned cruel and cold, and his expression reverted to that earlier ferocity.
"Oh." Han Yan responded subconsciously. Her touch of emotion seemed a bit unnecessary. With Zhao Sinin, they could never become friends, only enemies.
"But not now. My strength is still a bit lacking." Zhao Sinin tilted his head and added.
Han Yan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. His words were all over the place; she couldn’t keep up with the rhythm at all.
But knowing that his mind was no longer very normal, Han Yan let it go.
"But it’s fine. Once I comprehend this Sword Soul, I should be about there." Zhao Sinin glanced at that Sword Soul and continued.
Saying "but" four times in a row left Han Yan a little dizzy.
"Sorry, this Sword Soul is of great use to us, we can’t give it to you." Although she was moved by Zhao Sinin’s infatuation and felt some sympathy for someone whose mind was unsound, Han Yan would never hand over the Sword Soul for that reason.
Didn’t you hear what he said? Once he comprehended this Sword Soul, he’d be about there. And "about there" meant he’d be able to fight Han Yan to the death. Unless she went crazy herself, how could she possibly give the Sword Soul to him?
"You really want to force me to make a move? I may not be sure I can kill you, and I don’t want to take advantage of someone in a weakened state, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you." Zhao Sinin’s face turned cold, the murderous aura on him growing heavier and heavier.
Han Yan tightened her grip on her sword again. Zhao Sinin had only become somewhat Demonized and mentally unstable; he hadn’t turned stupid. Judging from the weirdness of that slash just now, he wouldn’t be easy to deal with. Han Yan did not dare underestimate him.
Yue Fanchen also sensed that Zhao Sinin was very off today. He hurriedly swallowed a few Elixirs, accelerating his healing while staying fully alert, ready to act at any moment.
The tension between the two sides was like drawn swords and bent bows. Zhao Sinin’s murderous aura spread outward, a deathly intent filling the air, making the atmosphere even more tense and bizarre.
"Wait!" Just as Han Yan was about to strike first, Zhao Sinin suddenly spoke, then took a few quick steps to Wei Xiaotian, and drew his Longsword.
"Y-you... what are you going to do?" Seeing the flash of killing intent in Zhao Sinin’s eyes, Wei Xiaotian asked in a trembling voice.
"What do you think? If we end up both badly hurt, wouldn’t that let you pick up a bargain? I think it’s better to kill you first." Zhao Sinin said.
Han Yan stared, dumbfounded, as she realized that ever since he’d gone nuts, Zhao Sinin’s mental state had actually improved, and his thinking had become more meticulous. The old brainless version of him would never have thought this far.