novelraw Chapter 1399 - 707: Trash
Chapter 1399 - 707: Trash
"Seeking your own demise!"
The blood fire raged and surged, gathering and transforming, like a strange giant eye suddenly opening, locking onto Ji Jue fiercely, the Mutated Transformation of Slaughter bursting forth in its fury.
Wind Sweeping Cloud, Fire Fierce Wind Sweep, anticipate the enemy, these were battle-tempered skills honed in countless struggles and clashes, the powers of the three blessings fully integrated, all erupting in this strike.
In the instant of drawing the sword, it traversed a long distance, suddenly near at hand, burning a huge hole through the curtain of fog, slashing at Ji Jue's head.
Yet it stopped abruptly.
It halted before those two raised fingers.
As if waiting for him to come voluntarily,
effortlessly pinching the violent slash that could split mountains and rivers.
Unable to advance even an inch.
"Who?"
Ji Jue glanced at that livid face, "Is it you?"
Boom!
Under the two fingers, the fierce sword, which had been battle-tempered for hundreds of years, suddenly wailed, cracks appearing, countless iron fragments erupting like a rainstorm.
Like a shotgun blast at close range, with a loud boom, the Mutated Transformation of Slaughter flew backward.
Blood gushed like a spring.
"——Hou!"
Long before this, simultaneous with the Blood Eye's intrusion, a sound like a great bell emerged from Ji Jue's consciousness, echoing!
Among the fallen figures, a man withered like a mummy suddenly widened his eyes, roaring aloud, yet no sound was heard.
Because the sound echoed in Ji Jue's consciousness, spreading like a bomb, intensifying, interrupting thought, shaking the soul... to no avail.
Chun Jun only lightly resonated, effortlessly suppressing all miscellaneous noise.
But this was merely the opening move.
As the roar continued, the monk from Wulou Temple raised his hand, slapping it hard on his own head, blessing flowing within the soul, a treasure bead honed over years rising, brilliantly glowing.
Greed, resentment, obsession, arrogance, suspicion... the Five Poisons circulated, a heart emerged from the void around the treasure bead, seemingly pulsating, toward the thoroughly lost Ji Jue!
Ji Jue couldn't even react.
The world spun!
The world suddenly changed, dissolving to reveal infinite strange forms, dark shadows emerging from the void, stirring earth-shaking waves, like Heavenly People in wrath, launching an attack on Ji Jue.
Illusion!
But under the erosion of illusion, it could become real at any moment. The difference lay only in whether the one manipulating all this was willing to, reality and illusion indistinguishable.
As the illusion manifested, despair and panic erupted from Ji Jue's heart first, shaking consciousness, burning the soul.
Desire like fire, at this moment, the fierce flame burned the body, the soul about to turn to ashes!
And simultaneously, as if suddenly enlightened by the entanglement of the Five Poison Heart, he realized none of this mattered. Unprovoked joy and peace emerged from his heart, guiding him to a realm of happiness and tranquility, immersing him within.
The Slaughter that was blasted away instantly revived, ignoring the blades all over, pouncing at Ji Jue again with other companions.
Among the crowd, a few pretending White Deer suddenly threw their hands, the long-charged blades already near at hand.
Ji Jue, even immersed in the illusion, didn't know what was happening.
Didn't need to know either.
He only needed to know someone was joking.
Too bad it wasn't funny, not even a pun.
At that instant, everyone's ears heard the craftsman's comment.
He said, "Mediocre."
Then...
Boom!!!
In the instant of the loud noise, beyond the Ascension of accelerated perception, no one could see what actually happened.
Though mind and body were completely detached, the soul entangled in the Absolute Abyss and Weiyang, Ji Jue's body nonetheless naturally reacted!
Mechanical Descent!
The blades flying through the air stopped abruptly, effortlessly caught, then thrown back with superior Projection Skills, returned to sender!
In this almost frozen time, the six Slaughters attacking could only see Ji Jue draw a blood-red blade from nowhere, lifting, slashing, lifting again, slashing again...
One sword! One sword! One sword! One sword! One sword! One sword!
Truly, Withering!
No matter how powerful the force, how precious the edge, how pure the skills, nor how violent the burning sacrifice's support, under that sword, all shattered on contact!
Broken limbs, debris, bones, and viscera flew skyward like rain, scarcely had time to rise.
The monk from Wulou Temple saw his vision blacken.
As if an unseen iron hammer smashed down on his forehead, amidst the soul's wailing, cracks appeared in the treasure bead above his head. Before that, all that sounded was Weiyang's terrified screams.
Chun Jun resonating, counteract.
The Spiritual Sword manifested out of thin air, following the endless joy, melancholy, and fear, moving against the current, piercing the soul, mercilessly!
Beyond the tide of infinite illusions, the Mutated Transformation of the Great Evil hidden on the other side of the high wall shivered suddenly, as if plunged into an ice cave.
By Ji Jue, who should have been unable to tell direction, seeing nothing before him, lifting his eyes, looking towards him, with no deviation at all!
Soon after, the cold voice echoed from every soul.
"I called you useless rabble, yet you wouldn't accept it."
Ji Jue shook his head, "The essence of the Mirror lies in the reversal of true and false, the creation of something out of nothing. Blindly pursuing falsehood and nothingness appears intimidating, but where is the 'truth', and where is the 'existence'?
Trash!"
Ji Jue flicked his finger, and purple lightning dashed forth, breaking through the wall and completely enveloping the fleeing silhouette, burning it to a crisp.
At the same time, Ji Jue had already stepped over the scattered limbs and appeared as if out of thin air in front of the monk from Wulou Temple, overlooking the twisted face with bleeding features.
"What kind of Righteous Law is Wild Fox Zen?"
Ji Jue looked down with undisguised disdain, "Can't even comprehend Incompetent Fire Meditation, also trash!"
Boom!
A slap was swung backhandedly, causing the head to explode into a pulp.
To practice the basics so poorly, they deserved to die!
Before the corpse could fall backward, Ji Jue had already turned to look at the elderly woman sprawled on the ground. Under Chun Jun's counteraction, her expression twitched uncontrollably, barely standing, holding a strange glass dagger that appeared out of nowhere, reflecting Ji Jue's silhouette. She stabbed downward towards the shadow on the ground that appeared out of nowhere!
Crash!
The curse that always succeeded fell apart this time, and even the strange glass dagger shattered against the iron-hard shadow.
"Even a curse must acknowledge the disparity between foes and make sense of one's own insignificance!"
Ji Jue coldly looked down at that vacant elderly face, "The Heart Core lineage has degraded to confronting people head-on, even more trash!"
Boom!
Again, a merciless slap, without even a scream, the old woman's head flew up, turning to ashes in mid-air.
Then, Ji Jue turned back to look at the pile of limbs attempting a desperately quick Rebirth among the debris, wanting to escape, the Slaughter Mutated Transformation.
"Lost all sense of advance and retreat, cannot decide between fight or flee, only blood courage remains, and still can't defeat even a craftsman."
He said, "Trash among trash!"
A Spiritual Hand appeared out of nowhere, casually pointing.
The Slaughter Mutated Transformation exploded like a bomb, countless Blood Blade Bone Swords blasting out.
Ji Jue looked toward the crowd at a Chosen One who was frozen stiff.
The Chosen One stumbled back as if struck by lightning, hurriedly raising his hand, lapis lazuli ring flashing on the back.
Neither mad enough to attack nor arrogant enough to believe he could defend, at this moment, the Ember Chosen One, who had never participated, made the correct choice, presenting his credentials.
Association craftsman!
"One of our own!"
The frightened craftsman shouted, "I'm one of us! One of us doesn't hit..."
Boom!
Ji Jue couldn't be bothered to listen, casually swinging a slap that sent him flying, crashing to the ground, eyes darkening.
One of us?
Even our own get hit!
"A craftsman who doesn't know how to measure up when a fight is happening, doesn't even know to run, just standing there dumbfounded watching the chaos? Trash!"
Then, no one spoke anymore.
No one dared to keep standing.
Either fainted or lying prone in cold sweat, eyes wide with terror, suppressing the urge to breathe too loudly, fearing that their breath might offend Ji Jue and bring a slap.
Only remaining prone, watching those blood-stained boots step over them, not daring to make a sound.
Until Ji Jue returned to his chair, sitting down again.
As if nothing had happened.
Looking at the scenery in front.
So harmonious, so quiet, no more clowns or incessant chatter.
"Wouldn't it have been better like this from the start?"
Ji Jue said, "It should have been so."
"Mr. Ji, please.
From the moment moves were made from both sides, Ling Shuo who had instantly knelt down crawled up, obediently poured tea and offered it with both hands.
He struggled to control his sweating and trembling, his smile rigid, fearing a 'trash' and a slap might be aimed at him.
Only when the teacup was taken, leaving his hands empty, did he involuntarily let out a sigh, drenched in cold sweat.
As if barely escaping disaster.
The nightmare of Blood Stained New Spring seemed to envelop him again.
In the deathly silence, Ji Jue savored the tea in his hand.
No one dared to speak anymore.
Until chaotic footsteps rang from afar, those disturbed by the commotion and upheaval in the conference room rushed in, pushing the door, only to see...
A scene of devastation.
Bogio stared blankly at the disfigured courtyard, the scattered limbs, blood and ashes, each prone and breathless person on the ground, and those who no longer needed to breathe... His expression twitching uncontrollably, his face ashen, he squeezed out a voice through gritted teeth:
"What is going on here! This is simply..."
"Normal, after cleaning, it naturally becomes much refreshing."
The only craftsman seated in the chair turned around, smiling:
"Just say thank you."