klisemfg Chapter 2059
Chapter 2059
“I have no past grudges or recent enmity with them, yet they ambushed me in the Star Ruins, first slaughtering my senior brothers and sisters, then forcing me to kneel and submit as a servant… If I cannot avenge this blood feud and this humiliation, my Dao heart will be completely destroyed, and I will never be able to make any progress in this life!”
The boy's voice was shrill, but his eyes were filled with endless hatred and humiliation. His chest heaved violently, and his gaze toward the boy in red was filled with a hatred that could erode to the bone. Even the spiritual energy around him was slightly boiling due to extreme anger.
Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan's smile vanished completely, and the moment his gaze turned to the three people in the distance, only an icy chill remained in his eyes.
"court death!"
"You ant, how dare you devour your master!!"
The two celestial servants had already shielded the distraught red-clad youth behind them. Upon seeing this, they exchanged a glance and both saw a fierce glint in each other's eyes—there was no turning back now, and they had no choice but to fight to the death.
The old servant wielding the black iron warhammer stepped forward first, his voice rough and hoarse like the grinding of a millstone: "Boy, you had a chance to live, but you insisted on getting involved in this mess. And you traitor, you actually expected something from a mere Void Realm brat? Today I'll show you whether the Void Realm and Celestial Immortal are an insurmountable chasm or a chasm!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his arms, and the black iron warhammer, which was half a person tall and covered with ferocious lightning patterns, was suddenly wrapped in a layer of violent purple-black lightning. As the hammer spun, it tore out fine cracks in the void.
"Boom!" The warhammer roared with thunder as it slammed down toward Chen Xuan's face.
On the other side, the old servant wielding the bone scythe transformed into a gray shadow, the blade gleaming with a cold, poisonous light. As the black wind swirled, the wailing of the dead could be heard, as the scythe slashed directly at Chen Xuan's soft armor at the waist. The two attacked from above and below, their moves ruthless and decisive, clearly aiming to kill their enemy in one blow.
Chen Xuan looked at the two figures approaching and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
With a flick of his wrist, the Beiming Sword, which he had been holding in his palm, instantly disappeared into his storage ring. He had taken out the sword earlier to deal with the unknown dangers in the Star Ruins Mist, but these two pseudo-immortals in front of him, who hadn't even stepped firmly into the Heavenly Immortal realm, didn't even have the right to make him draw his sword.
Using the Northern Darkness Sword to kill them would be an insult to this imperial weapon, a divine sword that had drunk the blood of immortals.
"With such meager abilities, you dare to call yourself a Celestial Immortal?" Chen Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the thunder and black wind, clearly reaching the ears of the two. "You can't even condense the magic power of an Immortal Realm into purity, yet you dare to commit evil deeds in the Devouring Demon Star Ruins?"
As he finished speaking, he brought his right index and middle fingers together like a sword, with his fingertips swirling with a light blue spiritual energy that had been condensed to the extreme. He casually flicked the air with his fingers—"Snap!" "Snap!" Two soft sounds, as light as raindrops falling on a blue stone, yet they carried a spatial tremor that made one's heart tremble.
Two condensed, almost tangible, pale blue sword beams suddenly shot out, their speed breaking the sound barrier. They left two fleeting blue afterimages in the air, even causing ripples in the void.
The old servant holding the hammer had just felt a blur before his eyes when he saw the sword light already at his brow. He tried to swing his hammer to block, but his body seemed to be fixed in place by an invisible spatial force. His spiritual energy and meridians instantly stagnated, and he could only watch helplessly as the blue light pierced through his brow.
The old servant on the other side, wielding a sickle, fared no better. Just as the bone sickle was about to touch Chen Xuan's clothes, a piercing pain shot through his brow. He stiffly looked down and saw blood gushing out from the hole in his brow, staining his chest red.
The two men froze instantly. The black iron warhammer slammed into the rubble with a clang, sending sparks flying, while the bone scythe spun out and plunged deep into the charred rocks in the distance, its hilt still vibrating.
They remained in an attack stance, eyes wide open, pupils constricted to pinpoints by extreme fear, lips making a hoarse sound, yet no sound could be uttered—
Several breaths later, the two corpses fell straight to the ground, blood still seeping from the holes between their eyebrows, staining the rubble beneath them dark red.
"Young...Young Master! Run!" Before dying, the old servant holding the hammer roared with his last bit of strength, his voice filled with a desperate warning, before he breathed his last.
The boy in red stood rooted to the spot, trembling with fear, his legs feeling as heavy as lead. He stared at the two still-warm corpses on the ground, then at the expressionless Chen Xuan, his lips quivering, his mind a complete blank.
"No, impossible... My servants are all at the Celestial Immortal Realm... How could he, a mere Void Reversal Realm cultivator, kill them with just two fingers?!"
Fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, all his previous arrogance vanished, leaving only the instinct for survival.
"No, I want to live! Escape!" He whirled around, a strange, blood-red aura emanating from him. With a flick of his right hand, a yellow talisman with gilded edges appeared in his palm—
It was a Great Teleportation Talisman, inscribed with intricate spatial runes. It was his trump card, acquired at great expense, a treasure capable of instantly tearing through space and traversing star fields.
Without hesitation, he turned around abruptly, simultaneously crushing the Great Teleportation Talisman. The talisman instantly transformed into a dazzling golden mist, enveloping his body. The surrounding void began to distort and cave in, clearly indicating that the spatial power of the Great Teleportation was about to take effect.
The red-clad youth's face lit up with wild joy, as if he could already see himself escaping into the black mist deep within the Star Ruins, completely shaking off the pursuit of this malevolent god.
But he didn't see the undisguised mockery that flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes.
Seeing this, Chen Xuan slowly raised his right hand, and a faint cyan-gold halo appeared in his palm. This was a phenomenon of the Qiankun Dao operating at its extreme. He had already cultivated the Qiankun Dao to a profound level, and his control over the Qiankun Dao far surpassed that of a True Immortal. A mere low-level Great Teleportation Talisman was nothing more than a clumsy trick in front of him.
Just as the golden light was about to carry the red-clad youth through the spatial barrier, the surrounding void suddenly froze as if it had been frozen.
The light and mist fluctuated violently, and the golden runes kept impacting the invisible barrier, but they could not tear even a crack.
The red-clad youth's ecstatic joy froze instantly, replaced by a deep-seated despair. He frantically attacked the light mist surrounding him, his voice trembling with sobs as he roared, "No... how could this be?! How could my Great Teleportation Talisman fail?!"