All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 727 - 91: Is the World Wrong (w character update)_6

Chapter 727: Chapter 91: Is the World Wrong (w character update)_6

The Magic Guards’ Art of Magic had arrived, each one sharp and fierce, powerful enough to tear apart the sturdiest of fortresses, their magic attacks like manifest blades thundering toward An Jing. Some off-target spells struck the ground, causing the whole area to bulge and spew beams of light.

But swirling around An Jing was the Tai Shi Yuan Evil, [Primordial Heaven and Earth] the most powerful Martial Vein Array Diagram. Hundreds of spells slammed into the white Protective Gang Qi, only to make it continuously tumble, disperse, and burst with the glow of welding arcs and sparks, yet it never shattered.

"I believe that people should help each other and work together for the same goal,"

The Martial Artist’s gaze was calm, his tone natural, as if what he was saying was not delusionary, but instead the obvious ’Heavenly Principle’: "If the world isn’t as I believe it to be, then it’s the world that is wrong."

"Do you think you’re the Lord of Heaven?!"

Luo Nu found it hard to believe that their combined attack with the Magic Guards could not harm An Jing in the slightest. He activated his Soul-Gathering Banner several more times, yet nothing changed, only provoking a sneer from An Jing.

"Can’t one have such thoughts if they’re not the Lord of Heaven?"

He shook the Gang Qi around his body, shattering all the lost souls that were chained and bound to him.

Amidst the sky of green sparks scattering in every direction, standing in the midst of the halo, An Jing looked at the Sky Origin Cultivators before him with an almost pitiful tone: "Your hearts are truly..."

"Weak."

"Madman!" Luo Nu roared with anger, drawing out one of his ribs, a steel rib marked with runes, proving he too was a Yuhua Cultivator. The ghostly green light flowing over it like chains, solidifying it into a Netherworld long spear.

His apparently aged body was just a façade. As a cultivator serving a True Monarch, he had long since replaced his entire body with prosthetics, able to exert the greatest strength of his prime at any moment.

Body like a drawn bow, the spear like an arrow, he fiercely threw the long spear, and the piercing sound of it tearing through the air reverberated throughout the entire underground base.

The ghostly green rib long spear, imbued with a part of Luo Nu’s soul, was so powerful that even before it reached, it made An Jing’s long hair and robes ripple and roil, prompting the Martial Artist to take notice.

To prompt... a technique.

The Primordial Evil around him suddenly spun, and the many spells and Spiritual Fiends attacking An Jing also began to rotate along with the Primordial Evil’s spin. In an instant, more than half of the spells and Spiritual Fiends were pulled by An Jing’s Primordial Evil, incorporating into the tide of Spiritual Fiends.

And this tide became the strength of An Jing. As the rushing Spiritual Fiends turned, he pushed out with one palm at the same time, causing the swiftly approaching rib long spear to deviate from its course, careening to one side, and blasting a huge hole through at least a hundred feet of concrete and sandstone.

Meanwhile, An Jing released another punch from afar, the Withering Glory Explosion Fist erupting, sending Luo Nu, who had managed to defend in time, flying. His feet left the ground as he was lifted into the air.

From this punch, Luo Nu felt only internal tremors, boiling blood, the circulation of his Spirit Fiend coming to a halt, and his prosthetic body that had long lost flesh and blood felt a familiar sensation of snapped tendons and broken bones, a taste of blood seemingly at his lips.

But still, he was much stronger than the Dark Niche gangs practicing Foundation Establishment; enduring such a punch without dying, he didn’t even slump over but instead knelt on the ground, his consciousness somewhat blurred.

—Impossible! An Immortal Spirit Root is merely a talent, it can’t possess such power!?

But An Jing was never an Immortal Spirit Root from start to finish; it was just that an Immortal Spirit Root might have some similar traits to his.

Seeing their ’officer’ under attack, the Magic Guards also ceased their fruitless spell suppression. They silently charged at An Jing, gripping various Qi Blades and light swords forged from lava or vegetation. Flowing like ripples over their complete set of iron armor were Formation Patterns that granted them power and speed comparable to Foundation Establishment.

But as they swung their various magical weapons, unaffected by the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban or easily influenced by the Primordial Evil, at An Jing, he took a deep breath, and cracks appeared one after another continuously across his clothing, as if being slit open.

But these were not wounds inflicted by an enemy; instead, they were cracks formed when An Jing’s whole body’s Qi Force suddenly burst forth, tearing and bursting his clothes!

——My will is Heaven’s Will.

This is the True Intent of the Supreme Heavenly Person’s True Technique.

"Huff!"

Exhaling deeply, energy accumulated, An Jing’s entire body relaxed for an instant, then suddenly tensed up.

Grasping Heavenly Moment activated, in nearly paused time, he once again grasped the re-condensed Life-taking Sword. A piercing arc of light flashed, slashing across the necks of the strongest Magic Guards, causing a bizarre purplish-red blood to gush out, bones shattering.

He swung his sword blade, the armor woven by Art of Magic might resist a bit longer, but the outcome would not change, lethal wounds appeared on hearts, necks, and brains.

An Jing walked among the crowd, his figure ghostlike, appearing and disappearing. He swung his long sword, pure strength coupled with pure speed, directly cutting a path of blood waves through the encirclement of Magic Guards.

One by one, the Magic Guards fell, decapitated, cut in half at the waist, cleaved to death vertically, their bones shattered in his hands, flesh and blood slashed under his sword, until at last the blood pooled into a lake, and the last Magic Guard was also pierced through the heart, tottering and falling, breathing no more.

Luo Nu was also struggling to stand up, not wanting to continue the fight but to escape; unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough. As a Sword Qi flew towards him from behind, severing his legs in mid-air, he could only collapse on the ground in a pitiable state, blood spraying over his face.

"No, don’t kill me!"

Turning around, he struggled to wave his hand as if attempting to block the approaching shadow in the blood waves. This ordinarily overbearing old dog was now wailing and begging, threatening: "The young master has already called for the Sky Watchers outside, we will be surrounded any moment, you can’t escape, you have to let me live!"

"I belong to the Canhe True Lord! You can’t kill me, if you do, all your friends, all your relatives will..."

Crack.

A sword was thrust into his mouth, severing his tongue, piercing through his skull.

Luo Nu could no longer speak, but he was still alive, his eyes wide with horror and despair, watching the owner of the sword,

His eyes were blood-red and flame-hot, almost substantial Fiendish Qi draped over him like armor, numerous, sharp as swords, Spiritual Fiend trails spread out from him in all directions, and the blood on the ground, as if drawn to its master, rose from the pool beneath his feet, swirling around the Martial Artist, forming a ring.

"I am the one who gives choices."

An Jing said in a low voice: "Now, I’ll give you a choice."

"Call out the Golden Core True Monarch behind you and kill me."

"Or, die."

Of course, he could not summon a Golden Core True Monarch. He could only die.

The sound of a skull being crushed was heard.