jdhmnovel Chapter 302 The Death of Ji Wushuang
Chapter 302 The Death of Ji Wushuang
Before long, a whirlpool appeared on the surface of the river.
The whirlpool on the water spun faster and faster, then suddenly burst open with a "splash!" Pigsy, dragging his tattered robes, scrambled out of the river in a disheveled state, his fat face dripping with water and a piece of his robe still dangling from his mouth. "Brother! It was Prince Wudan hiding down there!"
Before the words were finished, a figure suddenly burst out of the vortex; it was Ji Wushuang.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding two short blades in his hands. He had obviously been provoked by Zhu Bajie. He roared and leaped onto a reef.
His expression changed drastically when he recognized Kongming.
Kongming knew better than anyone how serious his previous injuries were; it was a miracle he had survived. How could he possibly be standing here so energetic in such a short time?
"Zhuge Liang, you're still alive!" Ji Wushuang roared, his voice trembling with fear, but his feet involuntarily took a step back.
Then he added, "But you're unlucky to have run into me today! My uncle will be out of seclusion soon, and that will be your death day!"
"Hehe... Big brother, don't listen to his nonsense. I, Old Pig, saw it clearly. That old geezer is like a human pig right now, hanging on by a thread. Yao Yao really didn't hold back. I reckon in a few days, he'll be stinking..."
Zhu Ganglie shook the water droplets off his head, looking completely fearless.
These words struck Ji Wushuang like a heavy hammer blow, her face instantly contorting into a grimace, her bloodshot eyes bulging with crimson veins.
"Ganglie, have you ascertained whether only the two of them are truly hiding underwater?" Kongming asked in a deep voice, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
"Hey... there's no doubt about it. If there were other people around, even if I, Old Pig, am a great swimmer, I probably wouldn't have been able to escape..."
Zhu Bajie patted his chest and guaranteed, but he stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence. His face darkened, and he glared at Kongming, "You little brat Zhuge! Didn't you say there was treasure down there? So you just wanted me, Old Pig, to scout ahead! Don't you have any conscience?"
Kongming gently waved his feather fan, his smile undiminished, and reassured him, "Ganglie, don't be angry. Once I kill that scoundrel Ji Rong, the treasure will come."
Upon hearing this, Ji Wushuang, who was on the opposite reef, turned pale.
Although Ji Rong was seriously injured at the moment, with the terrifying foundation of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he believed that he would recover soon. This was Ji Wushuang's only reliance for escaping death.
If Ji Rongzhen were to be killed by Kongming at this moment, then only death awaited him.
Upon realizing this, Ji Wushuang dared not linger any longer and abruptly turned around, intending to flee into the river.
However, without warning, a silver spear suddenly appeared and knocked him to the ground.
"Prime Minister, what should we do with this man?" Zhao Yun stood with his spear in hand, his cold gaze fixed on Ji Wushuang on the ground, awaiting Kongming's instructions.
"Fellow Daoist Zhuge, spare me! Fellow Daoist Zhuge, spare me! I was wrong before, I was worse than a pig or a dog..."
Faced with death, Ji Wushuang no longer had her usual haughty demeanor. She kept kowtowing on the rocks, blood streaming down her face, but she didn't bother to wipe it away.
"Hmph... Spare you? Give me a reason!" Kongming snorted coldly.
“I truly know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have made an enemy of you, fellow Daoist. My good-for-nothing uncle is currently healing his wounds down below. I am willing to personally kill him to vent your hatred! I only beg you to spare my life…”
Upon hearing this, Kongming sneered inwardly. Not to mention Ji Wushuang, anyone who entered the Ancient Profound Dojo must die!
Then, Kongming waved his hand, and a scream was heard. Zhao Yun ended Ji Wushuang's life without testicles with a single spear thrust...