CHAPTER 1293: CHAPTER 1293: EVEN HEAVEN CAN’T BEAR TO WATCH ANYMORE (3RD UPDATE)

"Whether it’s nonsense or not, when your father wakes up, he will naturally make a judgment. You want to kill without asking anything—are you afraid of seeing the truth?" Ye Haochuan snorted coldly.

At this moment, his brain was constantly running wildly. He needed to delay enough time to survive. If he couldn’t hold out until vitality arrived, it would mean death.

Damn it, if I had known it was so dangerous, I wouldn’t have played such a big game!

Ye Haochuan regretted secretly in his heart.

But what use was regret at this moment? He still had to face Yang Yi, who could take his life at any time, alone.

Yang Yi’s face also changed slightly upon hearing this.

But soon, he returned to his usual expression and snorted, "How could a Core Formation ant save the next War God? Even if Father wakes up, it’s impossible. Why would I be timid because of such a ridiculous notion?"

"Besides, I gave you an opportunity; as long as you handed over the Pill, I wouldn’t hold you accountable. But you didn’t seize this chance; if I kill you, you can blame no one!"

Damn, you call that an opportunity? It’s clearly humiliation!

Ye Haochuan cursed inwardly and snorted coldly, "A real man doesn’t eat the food of charity!"

"A real man? An ant dares to call itself so? It’s an insult to the term!" Yang Yi sneered, "Enough with the nonsense; my father is seriously ill and can’t afford your babbling. Prepare to die!"

Damn, this time you didn’t even offer the chance to save my life by handing over the Pill!

Ye Haochuan’s heart tightened; he knew Yang Yi’s patience had been exhausted. Moreover, his previous words had further strengthened Yang Yi’s intent to kill him.

"Die!"

Yang Yi shouted lightly, raising his hand to unleash a blot of black ink. In the next moment, that black ink transformed into a Longsword, striking towards Ye Haochuan.

Though this ink sword was formed from water and ink, it seemed capable of piercing the heavens and the earth, sharp beyond compare.

Ye Haochuan frowned deeply; the sword’s power was even stronger than the word ’kill’ back then. With his current strength, he was utterly incapable of resisting.

Damn, I’ve played too big this time!

Ye Haochuan became anxious and somewhat panicked.

Fortunately, a voice like heavenly music suddenly echoed.

"You unfilial son, cease your actions?"

This powerful shout echoed throughout the entire Holy City.

Yang Yi trembled upon hearing it, and the ink sword flying at great speed instantly turned into a patch of speeding water, losing all its power.

At this moment, Yang Yi could no longer care about the ink sword, quickly turning around to look respectfully towards the direction of the voice.

The next second, Yang Sen’s figure, draped in flowing white garments, appeared before him.

"Father, how are you... recovered?"

Yang Yi was shockingly surprised; when he had set out earlier, Yang Sen was still lying weakly on the bed.

But now, though Yang Sen’s face was slightly pale, the War God’s aura had recovered considerably, clearly indicating that his injuries were mostly healed.

Yang Sen snorted coldly and shouted, "The grave deed of rebellion you’ve committed! Do you still see me as your father?"

"Father, I... didn’t..." Yang Yi’s heart faltered, but he still argued stubbornly.

"Still trying to lie? Brother Yang has saved me from danger twice, and you dare to attack him this viciously! Don’t you think you put me in an unjust position? What are your schemes?" Yang Sen’s eyes were almost ablaze.

"I..." Yang Yi was stunned, hardly able to believe, "Father, he’s merely a Core Formation ant, how could he save you? Haven’t you been deceived by him?"

Smack~

As soon as he spoke, he felt a slap land heavily on his face.

"You unfilial son! I’ve experienced it personally; do you dare doubt me?" Yang Sen roared, "Have I gone too long without disciplining you, allowing you to act so rebelliously?"

Yang Yi felt resentful; he’d never been slapped in his life. Who’d have thought today, because of Ye Haochuan, this ant, he, a man over fifty, would endure such chastisement. How could he bear it?

"Even if he barely saved you once before, where comes this talk of twice?" Yang Yi gritted his teeth and said.

"I wonder if offering the ’Snow Condensation Revival Pill’ at a crucial moment counts as saving?" Before Yang Sen could answer, a slightly mocking voice came from not far behind Yang Sen.

"Snow Condensation Revival Pill?" Yang Yi looked dumbfounded and saw it was Ku Hai, who had been missing.

He instantly realized and looked at Ye Haochuan with anger, shouting, "Bastard, you dare to set me up?"

No matter how dumb he is, he could see clearly; today’s scene was clearly Ye Haochuan setting him up.

First refusing to hand over the Pill, provoking him to appear, then using words to incite, showing his killing intent. Meanwhile, quietly offering the Pill, allowing Yang Sen’s timely arrival to witness his murderous actions.

"Why would I dare set you up? It was you being too arrogant; even the heavens couldn’t stand it!" Ye Haochuan smirked and said softly.

"You bastard, I’ll kill you!" Yang Yi was almost furious to the point of explosion, his emotions nearly losing control, raising his hand to attack Ye Haochuan.

But before he could move, Yang Sen had already struck him down with a stream of Spiritual Energy.

"You unfilial son! It was your rudeness first, and you dare blame others!" Yang Sen’s face was ashen; he raised his hand to take out a Long Whip, shouting, "Looks like today I must teach you a lesson if you won’t know your errors!"

Before his voice fell, the whip had already landed on Yang Yi.

Instantly, his originally immaculate clothes tore apart, along with a long, bloody wound.

This Long Whip was clearly not an ordinary item, causing a Nascent Soul Late Stage expert to grimace in pain.

Yang Yi gritted his teeth, veins standing out on his forehead, cold sweat pouring. But he didn’t dare to dodge; he could only glare at Ye Haochuan with furious eyes, wishing he could crush him.

"Unrepentant!" Yang Sen saw this glare and his anger grew, whipping again.

Smack~ Smack~ Smack~

After several lashes, Yang Yi trembled in pain. The arrogance on his face suddenly vanished, hurriedly begging for mercy, "Father, please stop, your son knows his mistake, your son knows!"

Seeing his sincere attitude, Yang Sen finally stopped.

"Pfft, I thought you’d be tougher, but a few lashes and you caved!" Ye Haochuan suddenly whispered to Ku Hai beside him.

However, the voice was just enough for Yang Yi to hear.

Ku Hai knew Ye Haochuan was stirring trouble again, chuckled bitterly, and replied, "He’s grown up under his father’s protection, never having suffered, despite his age and status as a Nascent Soul Late Stage expert; he’s fragile as a flower!"

"Bastard! Dare to speak another word, and I’ll tear your mouth!" Yang Yi roared in rage, his face twisted in anger.

This remark didn’t anger Ye Haochuan and Ku Hai but rekindled Yang Sen’s diminishing fury.

"Looks like if I don’t beat you half to death today, you won’t learn!"

With that, his Long Whip danced again.

Don’t think you can mess with me; I won’t let you get away unscathed!

Ye Haochuan sneered coldly.