NOVEL NEXT Chapter 150 - 49 The Nucleus Fragmentation, The End
Chapter 150: Chapter 49 The Nucleus Fragmentation, The End
The pale white traces emitted a gloomy aura from five wormholes of varying sizes, and the mountainous pressure made Li Yan’s hairs stand on end.
“Unobtainable”‘s upper body was stuck in the wormhole, desperately trying to pull his waist out. His throat stretched outward in a roaring bellow.
Roar!
Li Yan’s vision darkened as a deep red stream of blood trickled from his cochlea, the blood vessels around his eyelids swelled and burst, he struggled to blink, the blood foam on his eyeball wiped away bit by bit, only leaving behind a shallow yellow hue.
Yet the Tiger Head Great Spear still struck out!
Li Yan held the spear aloft with his left hand while pressing down with the right thumb, amidst the heaven-spanning platinum light ripples, countless tassels of the spear glistened within, each strike of the great spear collided with the Yan Fu fruit core, the blade of the spear whistled long!
With a sharpness value of a hundred for the Gold-engraved Tiger Head Spear, the high-intensity destructive boost of “Gun Lance Fang,” like a mad blizzard pouring down were the feathers of “Hidden Flight,” a frosty color slowly crept across the surface of the amber walnut shell.
Those eight strands of purple fire grew increasingly agitated, pounding against the walnut shell,
Incorporating the most precious secret and the most vigorous life force of a fruit, the Yan Fu fruit core, with a sharpness value of one hundred, and the Tiger Head Great Spear, mysterious in origin, which of these two was harder?
The answer didn’t matter because both were harder than Li Yan’s hands.
A splash of blood!
Large chunks of flesh were torn from the base of Li Yan’s palm. At the tail end of the splayed platinum light, the twitching blood vessels on Li Yan’s palm sprayed fresh blood, but it was quickly frozen by the Nine Phoenix Power, then torn by the spear shaft, frozen again, and torn again…
Angry, ‘Tic-Tac-Toe’ veins protruded an inch from Li Yan’s temples!
Pale as cow’s milk, eyes tightly closed, the Gu Huo Bird raised its cheeks, the platinum light of the Tiger Head Great Spear and the blizzard-like feathers of “Hidden Flight” intertwined into a line, spider-web-like ice patterns spread out from beneath Li Yan’s feet.
The Feather Lord stood between Li Yan and Hate Parting, Feng Yi, whether it was the raging Yellow River or the gloomy masks, all impeded, unable to injure even a single hair on Li Yan.
Hate Parting turned his neck, the heavy mask on his face becoming much stiffer.
“Thump~”
The blade of the spear collided with the surface of the walnut shell, and the ice chaff spun outwards.
Li Yan bit his tongue tip, his large star-like eyes darkening with a ring, the bruising from burst blood vessels around his eyes.
Blood Dip burst forth!
The crackling sound of freezing echoed on the surface of the walnut shell.
Pant~ Pant
Li Yan gasped for breath, the Tiger Head Great Spear clanged as it fell to the ground, and his hands were a frightful sight to see.
Bright red meat dangled from the skin of his palms, more than half of the gruesome bones were smoothed out!
Yet, the Yan Fu shell’s surface bore no cracks, only a thin layer of ice…
Apparently, it was the other fifty percent.
Li Yan looked down at his hands, now unable to even fasten a belt.
Feng Yi laughed out loud, “It seems that ‘grass is always greener on the other side’ isn’t my theme~”
The moment Feather Lord stepped back, long-braided Hate Parting rammed into his arms, an expanding dark red fierce mask phantasm enveloping the Feather Lord and preventing him from delivering that final blow.
Within the translucent walnut shell, the burning purple flames trembled.
Barely holding off the tidal wave of exhaustion from using “Hidden Flight” twice, Li Yan knelt before the Yan Fu fruit core with a thud. Despite the throbbing pain in his temple nearly knocking him unconscious, he still wore a thought-provoking smile.
A shell of fire inside, a layer of ice outside.
Crack~
A long crack spread from the shell, severing the words “Sifan” in the middle.
“Not good!”
Hate Parting’s hand trembled, but Feather Lord punched him in the stomach.
A wisp of purple tail flame leaked from the fissure in the walnut shell, then came the continuous sound of crackling, kara kara, the enormous fruit core shattered to pieces, towering over Li Yan, as he, on the verge of fainting, mustered the last of his strength to bite onto something, not knowing whether it was a fragment of the fruit core or a copper object within the purple flame. He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.
A torrent of curses resounded as the fruit core broke apart; one by one, wormholes collapsed rapidly, vanishing from sight.
“Unobtainable’s” resentful gaze locked onto the collapsed Li Yan; the retracting wormholes stopped collapsing with a push of his palm!
His teeth grinding together, he finally let go and vanished into the endless pale white traces.
Hate Parting moved his foot, retreating dozens of meters to stand alongside Feng Yi.
The Feather Lord withdrew his gaze, looking at the pale-faced Feng Yi and Hate Parting, hunched over.
He hunched his back and spread his hands, mimicking the stance Hate Parting had adopted upon his appearance.
“Can’t get through, can you~”
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Hiss~
With a spring from his feet, Hate Parting steeled his concentration and held his breath, but unexpectedly, the Feather Lord did not launch an attack and instead casually drew out Li Yan, who had been submerged in the golden-red molten flux.
Two black Feather wings, each over twenty meters wide, shook free. The Feather Lord, holding the unconscious Li Yan, loomed from above.
“Dad, shall we take a chance?”
Feng Yi asked calmly.
Hate Parting lifted his mask slightly, “Now, we might not stand a chance…”
Heaven and Earth are useless.
The four characters were printed on the paper cup. A man in a white tracksuit had somehow appeared in the middle of the arena and, facing Hate Parting and Feng Yi, took a gentle sip of water.
In the empty gaze of Hate Parting’s mask, he watched the vast rift cleaved open by the black wings in the sky.
A rattling noise emerged from the rift, and several streams of flowing fire rapidly fell down, with silhouettes of people inside them.
The tracksuit-clad man took a close look at Hate Parting, shifting his steps and spotting the long braid behind “Hate Parting,” which triggered a moment of realization.
“Hate Parting?”
The voice of Hate Parting was deep: “Two years not seen, and you’ve also become one of the Ten Masters, kiddo.”
Jie Master gulped down the boiled water noisily, flipped the paper cup towards the sky, and the ink-drenched words “Heaven and Earth are useless” magnified in the air, further and further.
The mouth of the paper cup aimed downward, threatening to engulf both Hate Parting and Feng Yi entirely.
“Ah Feng, we’ve messed this up.”
Hate Parting laughed heartily.
Tap.
The paper cup came to a halt.
From within the eerie, deathly pale, a colossal hand stretched out, seizing the paper cup firmly.
Jie Master’s complexion drastically changed.
The arm catching the paper cup was wrapped in the black sleeve of an ocean-green robe; the rest of the body remained hidden behind the traces of “Sifan’s Power.”
That hand raised the paper cup slightly, tossing it back to Jie Master, spread its fingers open then drew them back, scooping up the still laughing Hate Parting and Feng Yi and gently retracting.
The Feather Lord’s eyebrows rose, the mountainous black wings propped upon the fruit’s aperture flapped down, and in an instant, heaven and earth changed color, plunging the entire Yan Fu Fruit into pitch-black darkness where not even a hand could be seen.
“Yuan Chao, stop!”
Jie Master shouted.
In the darkness, the vicious Nuomu mask dipped.
Hate Parting knew he couldn’t injure either of the two lords, Feather or Jie, let alone Li Yan who, despite only being from Ten Cities, had caused Sifan to lose everything.
So the Nuomu mask aimed at the hardly noticeable group of people from Wushan in the corner near Meridian Gate.
“Hehe~”
The Feather Lord struck with anger, Jie Master couldn’t be distracted, and amid the darkness, a dark red phantom mask descended upon Meridian Gate.
Hiding amidst the ruins, Zhao Xin, who couldn’t see anything, felt a scorching sensation in the center of her forehead, as though her soul was about to leave her body.
Following that, a weight settled upon her.
…
“Master Sifan…”
After the darkness, the Feather Lord gritted his teeth angrily.
“Yuan Chao, you’re too impulsive.”
Jie Master said, his nose twitching.
“What’s this smell of blood…”
Both furrowed their brows and turned to look at Meridian Gate.
Within the rubble, there lay a splash of ink-like blood, where flesh and white bones were mixed together, resembling Asura Hell.
The child-like face of the old man was unrecognizable, crushed into a pulp.
Wushan lay like a corpse, his entire right side horribly mangled, half of his face’s flesh gone, leaving one eye socket red and black.
Zhao Xin’s lips trembled, her face covered in specks of blood. Her body was buried under a mound of flesh, and among the decaying mass of flesh and bone, a corner of a garment peeked out.
“Brother?”
Zhao Xin asked tentatively.
There was no response.
“Brother!!!”
Du Juan cried blood.
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