novelraw Chapter 326: White Clothes had arrived
Chapter 326: White Clothes had arrived
All the sword auras, as if imbued with intelligence, rained down like droplets of water, piercing accurately through the skulls of each Hell Warrior.
Instant kill!
Even the mere leaking of the sword aura from these blades spelled instant death for these Ghost Emperor-level beings.
This is not my own power!
Alexander could feel it—his body seemed to have established a connection with some existence in the annals of history. His aura exploded in an instant.
With a flash of sword light in his fierce eyes, the silver bell in the hands of the patrolling envoy shattered into pieces. Along with it, the envoy’s body broke apart, splinters of sword aura bursting from within him, tearing him to shreds.
"Is this the power of the Underworld Sword and the Ghost God Hades?"
The seventh property had, in a short period, allowed him to inherit the strength of the Ghost God Hades. Although perhaps it was only one percent of the power, and although it lasted only for a few minutes, the absolute mastery over all things exhilarated Alexander.
Floating in mid-air, Alexander swung his sword.
"Slash!"
As the word fell, the countless swords in the sky hummed in unison. Infinite sword auras converged instantly onto the sword in Alexander’s hand. With one downward slash, a brilliant sword light illuminated the heavens.
Boom!
The earth cracked open, revealing a bottomless chasm nearly a hundred meters wide that spread out from Alexander, bisecting the entire Cangshan City in the blink of an eye.
With a single slash, Cangshan City was cut into two.
All the eerie green paper lanterns that Alexander had tried countless times to destroy—with endless duplicates—shattered in an instant.
Sheathing his sword, Alexander took advantage of the terrifying power still coursing through him and activated duplicate control. Millions of duplicates began frantically converting Ghost Food, attempting to refine Ghost Pills.
According to Alexander’s estimates, it would take tens or hundreds of thousands of attempts to master the mass production of Ghost Pills.
The reality was far worse than Alexander had imagined.
Not just millions, but tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of attempts. But it didn’t matter—millions of duplicates were experimenting simultaneously. Even a hundred million attempts amounted to merely a hundred tries per duplicate.
Soon, as Alexander willed it, the surrounding corpses of the Hell Warriors burst into pieces, and hundreds of pills—black-shelled and glassy, with swirling pure white mist inside—rose into the air.
Mass production of Ghost Pills: achieved!
However, just as Alexander was about to scale up the production of Ghost Pills, something seemed to trigger a reaction. Thick mist quickly gathered in the sky. Amidst the flashing thunderbolts within the clouds, a white figure slowly descended.
White Clothes had arrived!
Dolly, or rather, White Clothes. Compared to her initial youthful sweetness, she now seemed like a celestial being descended to Earth.
As White Clothes landed from the sky, her aloof demeanor, silver eyes, and pure white pupils radiated a sense of nobility and coldness that seemed to grasp the world.
Looking at Alexander, her expression showed not the slightest surprise. She spoke in a flat tone, "So you’ve finally reached this point."
"Yes," Alexander nodded, his face tinged with emotion. "I never thought that sweet, lovable Dolly would turn out to be White Clothes—the endlessly murderous White Clothes! What are you all guarding, exactly?"
"What I guard, the strength of my father, is not something a mere pawn like you can fathom," White Clothes replied, her icy expression unchanging.
"As a pawn, you must have realized that your fate follows a scripted path, like a marionette dancing on strings, journeying down a road prearranged by others. Surprises, difficulties, achievements—all that you are is like a film on a predetermined track. Are you truly content with that?"
"Are you trying to persuade me?" Alexander seemed somewhat surprised, a meaningful smile on his face. "Pawn, player—the seen is not always the truth, the known is not necessarily the whole picture. Perhaps I’m not even on the chessboard to begin with!"
"You’re quite confident—more than I anticipated. You seem... not that simple," White Clothes showed a hint of curiosity on her face, but then shook her head. Her voice remained indifferent as she added, "Unfortunately, you’ve touched something you shouldn’t have. So, I must act and eliminate you from the game."
"You’re strong! But I may not be without a fighting chance!" The Underworld Sword in Alexander’s hand gave him a sliver of confidence.
Lights flickered, and Alexander instantly appeared on the other end of the battlefield. Above him, countless swords hummed in the sky.
"Ah, the Underworld Sword," White Clothes seemed to drift into memories, looking at the multitude of swords hovering in the sky. Her expression remained indifferent.
After a moment, she spoke, "If it were the original Ghost God Hades, he might have been a match for me. But you, who have inherited only a portion of his power, are as feeble as the one who once ruled over Dark Hell."
The one who ruled over Dark Hell was clearly a reference to James, the previous lord of the Fierce Ghost Apartment building, who had attempted to refine Ghost Pills and was subsequently struck down by divine punishment—or, as it turns out, by White Clothes.
The revelation sent a jolt through Alexander.
The reason he hadn’t fled at the first opportunity was his reliance on the power of the Underworld Sword. Although he lacked the ability to kill White Clothes, at the very least he could use this chance to gauge her strength.
However, White Clothes’ casual demeanor and the implication in her words left Alexander somewhat aghast. The situation was perhaps not as rosy as he had assumed.
And it was more than just "not rosy." It wasn’t until White Clothes lightly extended her right hand that Alexander realized how naive he had been.
A milky-white halo flashed, enveloping White Clothes in a soft glow. The swords around her, each terrifyingly sharp, disintegrated under this gentle light.
Horrifying! Absolutely horrifying!
Without a moment’s hesitation, Alexander swung his sword. Instantly, the countless floating blades in the sky began to coalesce into a colossal sword that seemed to pierce through Cangshan City. Carrying a momentum that could cleave anything, it descended toward White Clothes.
This strike was even more terrifying than the one that had previously split Cangshan City in half.
Yet, facing this blow, White Clothes simply extended her index finger towards the sky.
In an instant, a beam of white light pierced the heavens and the colossal sword. The sword shattered into countless glowing shards, falling like a radiant meteor shower to the ground.
There was no chance of victory. She was overwhelmingly powerful.
"Retreat!"
Both the original Alexander and a duplicate shouted at the same time, triggering the Blink ability. Under the duplicate’s controlling power, all duplicates shared the same field of vision. Unlike spatial abilities, the Blink talent had no distance limitation; it allowed instantaneous travel anywhere within sight.
Flashes of white light erupted across the battlefield as millions of duplicates vanished without a trace.
However, Alexander himself still stood where he was.
The Blink ability had failed!
Alexander’s eyes snapped up to White Clothes hovering in the sky. "Was this your doing?"
"Do you really think you can escape when you’re in my presence?" she replied, her tone as icy as ever.