God Slayer Chronicles 48 Brothers Enmity

That was until a panting sound could be heard and like a bolt a figure rushed out of the number two dormitory, spearing the mighty Song Ping to the ground, causing the sabre to fall from his hands, banging along the floor.

Cough!

Song Ping wheezed as he tried to breath with great difficulty, his chest completely winded.

His eyes darted about the place; he didn't know what was happening. There was a faint ringing in his ears, and a banging sound repeatedly emerged from around his head.

His eyes looked up, blurry and painful. A dark-haired figure was on top of him, raining down fists upon him.

With every hit, his whole body shook, a bright red liquid started to emerge from his empty eye socket. Pale and confused, Song Ping's fighting spirit began to kick in.

His eye constricted, focusing on this advisory.

Starting to dodge his fists, causing the enemy to growl in pain as he hit his hands on the floor.

"Song Yi!!!"

Song Ping's voice screamed, letting out a vicious war cry, invoking the fury of his Song ancestors the moment he recognised this vile fiend face.

"You, treacherous half breed!"

This creature that he had to acknowledge as his blood brother would betray him so?

This was unacceptable! His dark eyes started to burn bright crimson red, and a devilish aura began to exude from his skin.

Whoosh!

Three giant red-ethereal tentacles emerged from behind Song Pings back, grabbing Song Yi by the neck and arms, lifting him off his body.

Song Ping growled, standing up.

"You…. Song Ping, you've managed to…" Song Yi's voice fumbled about in horror.

"Yes. I've reached the second level in our Blood Song Codex!" His voice was livid yet filled the impa.s.sioned glory of a madman.

"Blood Claws!" The hands of Song Ping suddenly transformed into two monstrous talons, all the fingers and palm converging into a stump of flesh, oozing blood, with a long dark, twisted tendril-like talon emerging from the centre.

Everyone looked on with shock and horror as Song Ping prepared to plunge the dreadful claws into the chest of Song Yi, none moving, standing there stunned.

Even the immensely talented Yu Shi just looked on, eyes wide, his pulse racing in fear as his breath quickened and his palms sweat.

"Time to die!" Song Ping let out a visceral chuckle, excited at the prospect, his claws lunging forward.

Song Yi tried to struggle but could only look on with horror, unable to do a thing, those ebony talons about to pierce his gut.

All heard the whoosh of the air until a louder roar emerged!

It was like that of a dragon, launching out its fire!

Suddenly, through a little hole in the first dormitory, a stream of bright infernal flames burst forth, so quick it was even faster than Song Ping's lunge.

It was as if a mighty Jiao-Dragon swooped down from the heavens, trying to send them all ablaze.

Instantly the entire group dropped to the ground, apart from two.

The Song brothers.

Song Ping didn't even notice the flames, so obsessed with his bloodshed. He didn't find out until it was too late, the flames, they swallowed him!

Boom!

Launching him from where he was standing, across the courtyard and instantly dissolving his b.l.o.o.d.y aura. Like a ragdoll, he was flung into the walls of the opposite dorm!

Rushing against him, it was like he was stuck on the rocks of fiery rapids, using every ounce of his strength to resist!

Pushing his hand forward against the fiery waterfall, he managed to whisper the words, "Blood Shield."

A dome suddenly formed around him, red and scarlet all over. There he sat, only for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

How could such unholily powerful flames appear out of nowhere?

This was his first thought, finding the whole situation rather inconceivable. As the flames vanished, he slumped to the floor, utterly void of energy he looked up.

Everyone else was as shocked as he was but had managed to hit the ground first. Looking at the lot of them and their pitiful eyes made Song Ping feel sick, and just increased his desire to cut them to pieces!

Now though, he was nothing. Entirely devoid of energy. A petty soldier in some mortal's army could come up and snap his neck!

Looking up with vicious but harmless eyes, he saw a figure approaching. It was walking, step-by-step. Hunched over and timid. It bent down and picked up the 'Blood Soaked Sword' that Song Ping valued so much.

Each step he took caused Song Ping's rage to build, he knew what was coming… Song Ping was about to vanquish his clan's greatest shame for a hundred years! What made his father leave home forever!

It was unfair! He could have ended it! If it wasn't for that flame!

G.o.ds, what was that flame! It was so powerful, beyond anything someone at Qi River could produce! But it had to be someone from the lower peak… it couldn't be…

"Sha Ku." He hissed, blood glopping out from his mouth.

"I'm sorry, brother." The figure stopped before him, shivering.

"I can't just roll over and die and seeing… seeing as you want to end my life so badly." Song Yi took a deep gulp, lunging out with his sword eyes closed, causing a metallic ring to resound throughout the air.

Silence lingered in the air for a while; everything was deathly still. Only a faint, lonely, breeze could be heard.

Song Ping who had his eyes wide open suddenly started to cackle and laugh, breaking the silence.

"You f.u.c.king r.e.t.a.r.d! You missed me! At point blank range, you managed not to kill someone completely that was vulnerable! You truly are s.h.i.t at everything you try!"