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Chapter 584 - 267: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 2)

The body covered by the dark red scale armor stood tall like a javelin, and the withered face seemed to be re-injected with vitality, wrinkles smoothing out.

Deep within the turbid eyes, a long-lost intoxication of power’s return burned, and

...a cat-and-mouse-like cruel pleasure.

"Hoo... ha..."

Fang Qingyu panted heavily, trying to mobilize the residual Qi Blood within.

The gap was too large.

The chasm of life levels was like a natural moat.

The opponent didn’t even need to use complex moves; merely the pure pressure and casual moves made him like a leaf boat in a raging sea, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

"It hurts, doesn’t it?"

Jiang Taixuan spoke slowly, his voice no longer hoarse but instead carried a strange calm, like an elder inquiring about a junior’s studies.

He stepped forward, the viscous bloody floor silently sinking under his feet.

The condescending gaze fell on Fang Qingyu’s body, on those hideous wounds and shattered armor, carrying a hint of pity but more so a cold scrutiny.

"The courage to shake a tree as an ant is commendable."

He shook his head slightly, as if regretting a fine porcelain was about to shatter. "You know, little child? Seeing you is like seeing myself back then."

Jiang Taixuan slowly crouched down, his gaze level with Fang Qingyu.

But deep within the turbid eyes was a bone-chilling indifference and pity?

"Actually... you’ve all been played, you know?"

Fang Qingyu panted, the light in his Melted Gold Eyes flickering, staring at him dead in the eye.

"You think... why did that girl Jiang Ying not act against me? Why did she turn a blind eye?" Jiang Taixuan’s lips curved into an extremely cruel arc.

"It’s not that she can’t! She doesn’t dare! Nor does she desire to!"

Jiang Taixuan’s lips curved into a prideful smile, "Because beneath this decaying shell of mine supports the backbone of the Arctic Front for a century! It is the Stabilizing Needle in countless people’s hearts! It’s faith!"

"Killing me? Ha..."

He let out a short, cold laugh, "You think you’re eliminating evil for the people? Cleaning up your clan?"

"Completely wrong!"

"You are personally destroying the god in their hearts, dismantling the spiritual pillar they rely on to survive, chilling the hearts of all the soldiers who have bled and fought for Glazed Light City!"

"As long as I die here, no matter the truth, no matter who you are..."

Jiang Taixuan’s gaze fixed fiercely on Fang Qingyu, "You will all become sinners, traitors in the hearts of everyone across the Arctic Front, no, throughout the entire Federation! You will find every step difficult! Be spurned! Be hunted! Never able to find peace!!"

"Hong Qitian sent you here, not for any goddamn justice! He’s using you as pawns to kill with a borrowed knife! Using your lives and futures to remove me, the obnoxious remnant of the old era! And at the same time... tying you to his chariot with no path of return!"

Listening, Fang Qingyu’s face covered in blood slowly tugged at the corner of his mouth... upwards.

"Ha..." A light laugh filled with a strong bloody scent squeezed from his throat.

Jiang Taixuan’s eyes instantly turned fierce: "What are you laughing at?!"

Fang Qingyu raised his head, his Melted Gold Eyes staring directly at Jiang Taixuan, his voice hoarse yet clear: "Old dog, do you think too highly of yourself?"

"Stubborn!!"

The pity and "instruction" on Jiang Taixuan’s face were instantly replaced by fury.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, the withered hand like a chicken claw, fast as lightning, seized Fang Qingyu’s neck.

"I just love seeing you so-called geniuses who think they’re invincible in the human world, with boundless prospects..."

Jiang Taixuan, clutching Fang Qingyu’s neck, lifted him like a chick from the ground.

Fang Qingyu’s feet left the ground, pieces of the broken Blazing Armor rustling down.

The sensation of suffocation and the pain of his cervical spine about to burst overwhelmed him.

"In front of me..."

Jiang Taixuan admired Fang Qingyu’s face reddening from suffocation.

The smile on his face was like a blooming poisonous flower, filled with perverse pleasure.

"Show your hai..."

However, before the word "fear" could be uttered...

Dong!!!

An extremely low, yet grandly reverberating heartbeat, without any warning, exploded in the center of the thousand-meter blood-colored Beast Fighting Arena!

As if it directly resounded in the depths of the soul.

Carrying an indescribable ancient majesty, and... the rhythm of destruction and rebirth!

Jiang Taixuan’s smile suddenly froze.

The fingers grasping Fang Qingyu’s throat, as if touched by a burning branding iron, uncontrollably released suddenly.

"Uh...?!"

Fang Qingyu’s body fell heavily to the ground, coughing and gasping violently.

And Jiang Taixuan, this decaying Martial Saint who just controlled everything and toyed with his prey at will, now looked as if he’d seen a ghost, retreating abruptly, for the first time in his murky eyes showing incredulous shock and a trace of... instinctual fear.

He suddenly raised his head, looking around in bewilderment and uncertainty!

The viscous bloody air under the sound of the heartbeat formed visible ripples.

The pulsating walls of flesh seemed to also pause for a moment.

The entire space seemed to tremble for that one heartbeat?!

"What is it?!"

Jiang Taixuan sternly asked, his voice carrying a hint of suspicion.

Senses frantically swept around but couldn’t capture any abnormal fluctuations.

As if the heartbeat was just an illusion.

Then his gaze suddenly pinned back on Fang Qingyu, who had fallen to the ground and was gasping violently.

Dong!!!

The second heartbeat! Clearer than the first! More majestic!

Carrying a sense of heavenly might, like the thunder drum in the heavens being heavily pounded.

This time, the source was unmistakably clear.

Right within Fang Qingyu’s chest.

"Ah—!!!"

Fang Qingyu arched his body sharply, letting out a cry of extreme painful roar.

His hands deadlocked over the position of his heart, every inch of his muscles spasming wildly.

Swish!!!

Strands of pure, dazzlingly bright golden lightning, like wildly dancing golden snakes, suddenly burst out from between his fingers, from under his torn garments, from every pore of his body...

Stormed out violently.

The golden lightning immediately wrapped around Fang Qingyu’s curled-up body.

Lifting him, slowly... floating up!

[Detecting high-purity ’Thunder God’ Origin Authority Fragment!]

[The fragment contains ’Destruction’, ’Rebirth’, ’Judgment’, ’Speed’ and other compound authority traits!]

[Conditions met! Activating profession template... ]

[Activate the new Divine Profession—’???’ immediately?]

[Warning: Activation process will induce thunder tempering! Those with insufficient physical strength, certain death!]

A series of prompts appeared on the diagram in front of his eyes.

All the intense pain, suffocation...

At this moment, were engulfed by this golden thunder.

There was no hesitation.

Not even a thought.

Fang Qingyu’s tightly closed lips moved silently.

"Yes."