All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 760 - 106: The Battle of Heaven’s Chosen Part 2 (7000)_4

Chapter 760: Chapter 106: The Battle of Heaven’s Chosen Part 2 (7000)_4

Even a Divine Repository True Person would be stunned for a long time after taking a hit from this Divine Weapon, possibly causing chaos in their Inner Array Realm and suffering heavy damage, which would allow her time to operate or even flee.

But what’s going on with An Jing? He’s started to emerge from his Heart Demon in just a few breaths?

One can only say that Ye Yue Long has met the wrong person.

Putting aside the Seventh-Generation chip, the pinnacle of Otherworld’s highest-level technology, An Jing’s Tranquil Sword Manual is already top-notch among Thought Preservation Techniques, his Sword Heart clear and transparent long ago.

What Heart Demons, wailing mothers, naïve children, laboring common folk, and those with complicated stories, hidden truths, and profound reasons who wander and suffer in this filthy and evil world—all these mortal seductions that could give rise to demonic thoughts, the aspiration for enlightenment, and desires of greed, ignorance, hatred, and love—he disregards them all, cutting them down with a single sword strike!

Thoughts? Hesitations? Pain? Reflection? What a joke, if An Jing didn’t know these are Heart Demons, perhaps he would ponder for a second or two, but knowing they are Heart Demons, even if they are the images of his own parents or even himself, he would cut them all down!

"By slaying thee, I actually save thee from the sufferings of this world. Though killed, it is done with love!"

With the acceleration from Grasping Heavenly Moment on top of the chip, An Jing is not only undisturbed by the Heart Demons, but he can even speed up the process of killing all phantom Heart Demons, escaping adversity at the fastest speed!

With bright eyes, An Jing lifts his head, gazing at Ye Yue Long from afar—their Divine Senses clash at that very moment, and he can see that this True Transmission of the Taiming Sect is not far different from You Ruhui, a type of Fangshi Mage mighty in setting up altars and casting spells, but frail in close combat.

The opponent casts spells from afar, leading oneself into Deviation, inflicting the greatest injury since this battle’s onset, enough to illustrate her strength. Ye Yue Long’s lack of any intent to engage in hand-to-hand combat from the start also proves she is extremely clever, self-aware, and would never make the foolish mistake of playing to her weaknesses and striking the enemy’s strength.

Therefore, An Jing will also give her his respect.

Concentrating his Divine Sense, myriad purest thoughts of killing and dominance surge like an ancient, desolate river. In An Jing’s Purple Mansion, a ghostly figure of Soul and Spirit raises a hand, grasping that continuously sharpened, increasingly sharp sword of Tranquility.

Cutting off Tranquility, deciding Tranquility, discarding the chaos in one’s heart... all sorts of Tranquility, none will attain liberation. It is better for me to grant this world absolute tranquility!

At the moment An Jing gazes at Ye Yue Long, when their Divine Senses engage in silent combat, Ye Yue Long’s eyes widen, silently exclaiming in her heart: "Oh no!"

Because she is adept, she knows how terrifying an opponent she has provoked. At the fastest speed possible, Ye Yue Long mobilizes thoughts of many Ghost Gods to protect herself. Those resentments—hate, the pain of war, the curses of those affected by natural and man-made disasters—all form a dense and solid wall of heart and mind.

Then, all of them are penetrated by the incoming Sword Qi of Tranquility. An Jing shatters, cleaves through, and bears them all, and that sword of mind and spirit directly reaches Ye Yue Long’s Purple Mansion!

"Ah!"

With a short cry, Ye Yue Long only feels as if a hard, burning meteorite has smashed into her tranquil sea of essence, burning steel piercing through all her defenses, causing her soul and spirit to reel and blood to ooze from her mouth and nose.

Above the sky, many armored Ghost Gods fall down like rain, and Ye Yue Long can no longer even hold her pen firmly. Barely recovering her thoughts, she looks at An Jing with eyes full of amazement and incredulity: "What kind of will is this? Could this be the essence of the inherent Divine Intention of the Jiuli Commanding General in the Divine Mandate?"

But at that instant, silently, a beam of Lonely Moon Sword Light emerges from nowhere, appearing behind An Jing, thrusting straight into his heart!

This strike is too sudden; even if An Jing can perfectly deflect Divine Weapon Sword Qi, this completely unexpected sword leaves no chance to evade, piercing his heart thoroughly, the transparent sword stained with blood as it protrudes from An Jing’s chest!

The cold Yin Yang Sword Qi floods into his body, unleashing destruction, inescapable even for the Jiuli Commanding General with its ’Yin Yang Sword Qi’.

——Got him! Now, it’s time to abduct An Jing!

The Sword Bearer of the Heavenly Will Xuan Altar felt joy in his heart at this moment, but it was quickly replaced by shock.

For despite his heart being destroyed by the Lonely Moon Sword Energy, ceasing to beat, An Jing was still moving, grasping the sword that had pierced through his chest.

For a Martial Artist, the heart, brain, and dantian are the three vital points; the heart is the Jiang Palace, the central hub around the body. The dantian is the Source of Spirit Fiend, the sea of essence qi. The cranium is the Purple Mansion, the foundation of divine thought. Should one be damaged, as long as the other two remain, one can still recover the capability to fight. But if two or three are damaged, then there’s a high probability of defeat and certain death.

At this moment, An Jing’s heart had stopped working, using purely fiendish qi to drive the function of his organs, regulating nutrients, and even the blood mixed with Taibai Luminous Godly Ban began to corrode the Lonely Moon Sword just like it did to the Da Chen Divine Weapon.

For a time, the mysterious Swordsman of Heaven’s Will couldn’t even pull his sword out of An Jing’s body— it was as if An Jing wasn’t pierced through his vital spot by him, but rather his heart had seized his sword... even devoured it!

"Impossible!" exclaimed the Sword Bearer; "How could you possibly devour the Yin Yang Sword Qi?!"

"Caught you."

An Jing turned sideways, reached out, and grabbed the Sword Bearer’s shoulder; the Lonely Moon Sword in his chest was continuously shortening, merging, to fill into his wounded body.

The comprehensively equipped heavenly mandate of Yin Yang and the Five Elements... Although it had not been fully revealed, the previously perfect disguise now had a slight flaw.

——So that’s it, is this the real purpose of the Heavenly Dao? Feeling I’ve hidden too long, or perhaps...

No. Don’t think about that now.

The blood-drenched Martial Artist with crimson eyes looked down at the figure he firmly grasped, under the moonlight, the apparition that, while imperceptible in sensation, exuded a scent of fear: "Familiar aura, you are one of the You Patrol Envoy’s underlings, aren’t you?"

"Without martial arts or magical skills, you’re not at all interesting. Remember to tell the You Patrol Envoy to send someone more intriguing next time, like a copy of the Western Patrol Envoy."

Mid-sentence, he suddenly changed his mind: "Never mind, you’re too boring."

"Die."

The next instant, the Withering Glory Explosion Fist, with force heavy as a mountain and ferociously violent, struck the Sword Bearer of Heaven’s Will right in the face.

Boom——

The Swordsman, who had concealed himself with his skills, was sent flying with a single punch; uncontrollably, his body started spurting blood even in mid-air before crashing into a distant mountain. He was thrust into the mountain like a plague, causing a massive shockwave, and was completely buried under the rubble.

He couldn’t be alive because his entire face was shattered by An Jing’s overly condensed detonating fist force, and the invisible force went through his body, leaving distinct fist imprints that pulverized all his vital points and bones.

He was dead.