Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1492 - 917: Who Are You Really?_2

Chapter 1492: Chapter 917: Who Are You Really?_2

Even though the level of difficulty before me has exceeded expectations.

Before God Soul could open his mouth, Jiang Hui immediately asked, "What exactly is being nurtured in this space?"

Upon hearing the question, God Soul was clearly taken aback, then tilted his neck slightly with a peculiar tone, "You should know."

Darn it, I know nothing!

Jiang Hui shook his head.

"How could you not know?!" God Soul’s head shook like a rattle, his tone hesitant, as if anyone could be unaware, except for Jiang Hui.

But the problem was, Jiang Hui truly didn’t know.

"Why, must I know?" Jiang Hui sneered, splitting his mind in two, one part focusing on God Soul, the other on the mysterious being struggling to break free from its membrane.

As his words fell, God Soul’s state became strange.

His head shook mechanically, not stopping at all, while he muttered "impossible" repeatedly.

It would be fine for a little while, but non-stop repetition seemed abnormal.

After a long time, God Soul finally stopped his movements.

Yet, the next moment, he didn’t raise his head, took a sudden step forward, saying nothing, and charged at Jiang Hui.

"Clang!"

Instantly, the area erupted, a black mist shot from God Soul’s fingertip, severing the flow of time. This power could easily obliterate a domain, turning it into vapor, and now aimed to pierce through the Primordial Spirit hovering at Jiang Hui’s brow.

Jiang Hui’s eyes sharpened, reacting immediately.

As the opponent moved, he simultaneously retreated backward.

Black mist strands, like threading a needle, skimmed past Jiang Hui’s neck.

Missing the initial strike, God Soul’s figure didn’t pause, instead, he lunged even more fiercely, like the sky pressing down.

Jiang Hui’s eyes were indifferent; regardless if the opponent had suddenly gone mad, one of them must fall, thus a death match was inevitable.

He swung the Tyrant Knife, bright blade light soared, indestructible, each streak of blade light carried countless Stars, and an obliterated Milky Way, brilliant to the extreme,

"Kill!"

"Squelch..."

The Tyrant Knife was invincible, cutting through all.

As the only Rare Item hatched from a mythic level dragon egg.

The Tyrant Knife’s potential was unimaginable, possessing growth attributes beyond the Bloodthirsty Divine Spear.

To forge this knife, Jiang Hui had poured countless unimaginable treasures into it.

Even he often found himself strapped for resources at certain times.

The improvements and results brought by this were substantial.

Thin as a cicada’s wings, like a full moon, the Crescent Blade hung there, its killing power was infinite, shockingly great, if dropped outside, it could split The Great Universe in half.

God Soul couldn’t withstand such sharpness and cut, his scapula was severed by a single strike.

"Crunch."

Dark blood splattered amid the sound of bones being shattered, not just one.

God Soul roared, imperial power surging around him, booming, boundless tendrils moved, killing fiercely.

Their battle quickly reached a fever pitch, each clash accompanied by deafening booms, space seemed torn apart, cracks spreading like ferocious wounds.

Soon, both were covered with wounds, staining their robes red.

God Soul was more miserable, his limbs broken countless times by Jiang Hui, his organs smashed to bits.

If it weren’t for Emperor’s exaggerated life force, he would have perished long ago.

Nevertheless, neither God Soul nor Jiang Hui seemed to feel pain, maintaining a frenzied assault, determined to completely devour the other.

"Kill kill kill!" Jiang Hui roared, his figure launched like an arrow, the long knife cut a perfect arc in the air, unstoppable, slashing fiercely towards God Soul’s head.

God Soul retreated swiftly, but it was too late.

The long knife’s edge penetrated his skull, dark blood splashing like a fountain, dyeing the void red, more eerie.

However, God Soul’s body didn’t fall.

Emperor’s vitality was infinite, even torn apart by Primordial Spirit wouldn’t kill him.

Black Runes emerged from the dark blood, rapidly healing the wounds.

Jiang Hui didn’t pause, forming a fist seal, and struck directly.

Instantly, Great Taoist Runes bloomed, the fierce fist trembled high heaven, seeming to overturn it, this punch, appearing as the True Dragon Fist, was terrifyingly strong, tearing space, capable of annihilating all.

God Soul wasn’t willing to be outdone, the black lines flowed, transforming into Black Feathers, protecting himself.

In an instant, splendid Great Taoist Runes and dark feathers intertwined, making the space tremble, as if about to collapse.

In fact, in any other place, it would have collapsed countless times.

Jiang Hui’s fist seal clashed with God Soul’s Black Feathers, exploding with deafening thunder, the void seemed torn apart at that moment.

The fist seal’s power was strong enough to obliterate everything, while Black Feathers’ defense was extraordinary, the clash held on, making the surrounding space twist and distort violently.

A ruthless flash crossed Jiang Hui’s eyes, he exerted more force, runes glided over the fist seal, the brilliance dazzling, as if a True Dragon moved within, roars echoing. This time, fist seal’s power boosted, finally breaking through Black Feathers’ defense, hitting God Soul heavily.

"Boom!"

God Soul’s body, like a struck meteor, flew back violently, smashing space pieces along the way, ultimately crashing onto the distant ground, raising dust.

God Soul slowly rose in the dust, black blood surging again, healing his wounds.

His aura even colder.

Jiang Hui didn’t give God Soul a chance to breathe, his figure flashed, shooting towards God Soul again, the Tyrant Knife in his hand glimmered coldly, slicing through illusions.

God Soul’s aura was indifferent; even so, it was hard to find a real flaw, emotions completely erased, neither sad nor joyful, even being suppressed by Jiang Hui didn’t change his mood.

"Who, are you?!"

Nonetheless, God Soul spoke, another voice emerged.

"I am [Mo]," Jiang Hui spoke condescendingly, coldly.

"No, you are not Mo, you are Mo, impossible not to know what’s being nurtured!" God Soul denied.

Jiang Hui looked up at the unknown being being nurtured.

His shoulder was still deeply cut by the thin blade, blood gushing like a fountain, dyeing half the sky red.

"Suppressing you, only then can I be freed!"

God Soul roared, seemingly spitting fire.

Overwhelming tendrils glowed extremely, everywhere was the power of destruction, like sky-covering arrows.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Like an iron torrent striking, causing explosions here.

With time passing, God Soul gradually felt exhausted, his attacks becoming chaotic, while Jiang Hui became increasingly fierce, each attack more intense, seeming to tear God Soul apart.

Aaah!

God Soul screamed again, his left arm severed by Jiang Hui, blood gushing out, dyeing half his body red. His face showed terror and despair, as if he saw his end.

Jiang Hui seized the moment, sweeping swiftly, the thin blade like the scythe of Death aimed at God Soul’s head.

The difficulty of this battle far exceeded Jiang Hui’s imagination.

In reality, God Soul’s strength surpassed Jiang Hui’s expectations.

This ancient being, formed by the sole evil thought, was above everything, surpassing the Great Taoist, possessing immense energy with each gesture, exaggerated, probably just a thin barrier away from being Above The Sacrificial Path.

Even he, undefeated and invincible at this realm, fought to the bloody end, covered with wounds, his body nearly torn apart, even his God Soul underwent unprecedented shocks, radiated by the opponent’s killing energy.

This battle, Jiang Hui was exhausted.

But his waist remained straight.

After the great battle, the Ancient Universe was nearly overturned,