novelraw Chapter 610 - 273: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 8)
Chapter 610 - 273: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 8)
"Pfft..."
She covered her mouth and giggled again, her crimson pupils full of amusement.
As if she was watching an amusing monkey show.
"Alright, alright..."
The Celestial Nvba lazily waved her pale hand, as if shooing away an annoying fly.
The gentle Shenxiao beam in her palm silently dissipated, turning into specks of golden dust, merging into the still snow and wind.
Her bare feet lightly touched the void.
As if stepping on an invisible staircase.
Step by step.
She walked in midair toward the immense, mountain-like head of Han Jie Ming Tuo.
The crimson hem of her dress trailed behind her, like a burning sunset flowing across a frozen white canvas.
Finally.
She landed lightly on Han Jie Ming Tuo’s head, which was covered in jagged ice crystals.
The enormous head was like a cold black meteorite platform.
She stood upon it, minuscule as dust, yet seemingly the center of the entire world.
The woman slightly turned her body, her gaze directed downward at the still expressionless Jiu.
The corner of her mouth lifted into a lazy smile that could captivate all beings.
She casually waved her pale hand.
"Then..."
"Shall we be off now?"
"Little one~!"
Her voice carried a touch of lighthearted farewell.
As if all the previous conflict was merely an insignificant interlude.
Han Jie Ming Tuo’s immense eye, like a blood moon, slightly rotated as its colossal head began to turn northward.
Its massive feet, as thick as mountain ridges, slowly lifted, ready to step forward.
The heavy footsteps made the frozen earth let out groans of unbearable burden.
Jiu floated quietly in place.
The cold eyes watched the Celestial Nvba and the departing Han Jie Ming Tuo.
Without a word.
Nor any sign of stopping them.
As if tacitly agreeing to their departure.
The cold wind swept up frozen snowflakes, trying to fill the space disturbed by the divine battle once more.
Just as Han Jie Ming Tuo’s immense foot was about to land on the frozen northern wasteland, taking its deity and the prey in its palm completely away from this battlefield...
A voice.
A voice tinged with thunder’s afterglow, suppressing boundless rage and resolute killing intent...
Like the low rumble before a dormant volcano erupts...
Suddenly erupted upon the ice plain about to regain its calm!!!
"Wait!!"
The voice was not loud.
Yet like a heavy stone thrown into a Dead Water Pond.
Instantly halting all imminent steps...
Han Jie Ming Tuo’s raised giant foot hung in midair.
Its colossal head, with an air of wrath over an ant’s provocation, slowly turned back.
Above.
The Celestial Nvba’s crimson pupils slightly narrowed, carrying a trace of displeasure at the interruption, along with intrigued exploration, as her gaze slowly lowered.
On Jiu’s unperturbed face, there was also, extremely rarely, a fleeting hint of astonishment.
Their gazes...
Along with Han Jie Ming Tuo’s indifferent, blood-moon-like giant eye...
Focused together on the source of the voice.
The space where the snow and wind began to dance once more.
Fang Qingyu hovered there.
Surrounded by raging Dark Gold Divine Thunder, like a burning golden torch.
But at this moment...
He was slightly bowing his head.
His hands hung powerlessly by his sides.
The Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash’s blade tip pointed obliquely to the charred frozen earth below.
His whole being exuded an extremely bizarre...silence.
An invisible ripple, like the heartbeat of a slumbering giant beast, spread out from him in waves.
With each wave of ripples...
The raging, dancing Shenxiao around him collapsed inward, becoming more solid.
The color also grew deeper and darker.
Han Jie Ming Tuo’s immense body seemed to feel a certain threat stemming from life’s instincts.
Beneath the ice-crystal-covered surface, its muscles slowly tensed like mountain ranges.
A low, warning growl rumbled from its throat.
Like the rolling of distant thunder.
Jiang Taixuan curled up within the massive palm lines, his bulging human eye staring intently at the distant figure exuding terrifying ripples, like a volcano on the brink of eruption, his withered face’s muscles twitching violently, with a trace of uncontrollable fear finally emerging amidst the venomous malice!
"T- Celestial Nvba..."
He struggled, using the last of his strength to shout hoarsely, his voice filled with urgency and pleading.
"Let’s go!"
"This trace of my origin...cannot last much longer!"
However.
The Celestial Nvba seemed not to hear his pleas.
Her crimson pupils still carried a hint of lazy amusement, with interest locking onto the distant figure in silence.
As if admiring an artwork about to unveil its full splendor.
To her.
Be it the insignificant trace of origin from Taotie or Jiang Taixuan’s decrepit human shell...
They are but dust at the roadside.
Sparing them was merely a whim.
Could the pleas and fears of dust reach the ears of a god?
What she cared about...
Was the power within that quiet figure, frantically gathering!
That power... even she felt a twinge of unease.
Inner layer of Shenxiao.
Fang Qingyu slowly raised his head.
In the vertical pupils of melted gold.
All astonishment, anger, confusion...
Had vanished.
Only an ultimate coldness and absolute focus remained.
His gaze did not fall upon the magnificent deity.
Nor upon the terrifying Life Ghost like a mighty mountain.
Not even on Jiang Taixuan, curled in his palm like a lamb to the slaughter.
Instead, it pierced through the frozen wind and snow, through the raging Shenxiao.
Finally...
It landed on Jiu’s serene and calm face.
Their eyes met.
Fang Qingyu’s lips moved ever so slightly.
No sound emerged.
Yet, within Jiu’s calm and undisturbed eyes, there flashed a rare moment of clear astonishment.
As if instantly understanding Fang Qingyu’s silent word.
Immediately afterwards.
That astonishment transformed into an indescribable complexity.
There was surprise.
There was realization.
Perhaps even a hint of subtle admiration?
Time seemed to pass in an instant.
Or perhaps, it had lasted for an eternity.
Jiu’s gaze moved away from Fang Qingyu’s face.
Once again landed upon the fiery red-dressed figure atop the Cold Stone Urn.
Deep within her cold eyes, all emotions instantly receded, once more turning into a calm as still as an ancient well.
Her lips also moved extremely lightly.
Two syllables.
Clearly.
Like ice beads falling on a jade plate...
Striking into Fang Qingyu’s ears.
"Five seconds."
The moment the words fell!
Jiu’s figure, like smoke blown away by the wind...
Silently disappeared from the original spot.
Disappearing along with her, atop the Cold Stone Urn...
The deity in a red dress and red hair, with a lazy and playful smile at the corner of her mouth...
Boom——!!!
At the very instant Jiu and the deity Nvba vanished.
The terrifying power within Fang Qingyu that had been suppressed, condensed to the extreme...
Exploded like a doomsday beast breaking all its chains.
Roaring into eruption!!!
"Roar——!!!"
A dragon’s roar, seemingly from the ancient chaotic times, pierced through the thunderous Shenxiao, tore apart the frozen wind and snow, and resounded unabatedly in this ice-sealed desolate world!
The dark gold Divine Thunder collapsing inward around Fang Qingyu, condensed to the extreme, erupted violently like a breached star river.
Infinite Shenxiao Thunder Light madly gathered above Fang Qingyu’s head.
In an instant...
Condensed into a dragon-shaped golden thunder stretching hundreds of meters long.
A fierce dragon head raised high, and a thick dragon body coiled around.
Firmly guarding Fang Qingyu at its core within the dragon’s eyes.
Killing Technique: Shenxiao - Dragon Transformation!!!
Fang Qingyu’s figure had melded into this hundred-meter Thunder Dragon!
He was the dragon’s eye.
"I told you..."
Fang Qingyu’s voice rang through the deafening dragon roar, carrying the ultimate majesty of the Shenxiao Authority, booming across the four directions as if it were a thunder decree from the heavens!
Every word, like a Heavy Hammer, smashed resoundingly into the ears of Cold Stone Urn and Jiang Taixuan in its palm.
"Today you..."
"Will surely die!!!"
"Roar——!!!"
Accompanying this proclamation of final judgment.
The sprawling hundred-meter golden Thunder Dragon in the sky...
Swung its dragon body fiercely!
Ignoring distance!
Like a golden Divine Punishment Spear piercing through heaven and earth...
Towards the mighty mountain-like standing Cold Stone Urn below.
And Jiang Taixuan in its palm, whose gaunt face was completely consumed by despair...
Ruthlessly...
Devoured downwards!!!