Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Patiently waiting.

Until, the thunderous sound of the gates opening finally rang out.

The figure that seemed to be illuminated by holy light slowly stepped out amidst the cheers of the crowd, as if representing a deity, descending upon the earth, scornfully glancing at everything, yet lingering not a moment for the splendor of the world.

Finally——

Ji Jue silently sighed, after casting so much bait and waiting so long, at last, a mighty creature of sufficient weight emerged from the water, revealing itself!

"Wen, come on." He lowered his head, offering one last encouragement.

"Tch, as if you need to tell me."

Wen Wen laughed, lifting her hood, and stared fixedly at the Saint several hundred meters away, flexing her wrist: "Watch me."

After all the talk, it's finally time for a clean fight!

She grasped the long spear, dismantled into two parts behind her, fitting them together, with a perfectly tuned weight and a superb grip blending seamlessly with her fingers.

Dimensions, weight, center of gravity, all impeccably perfect.

At that instant, she gripped the reconstituted spear tightly and fiercely hurled it!

Thereupon, raised a mighty gale and thunder.

The iron light scorched red, cutting a straight line through the air, traversing the vast distance as if tearing through thin paper, pierced into the chest of Saint Yidra, terrifying power erupted again, dragging the body, launching it, and nailing it into the Holy Gate.

The echo exploded with a deafening roar.

Screams, roars, murmurs, laments, amidst countless noises, the crowd dispersed like retreating tides, yet there were still reckless zealots attempting to leap forward.

From beneath the sleeve of the robe, a handgun lifted.

Ji Jue, without turning back, pulled the trigger, taking them down one by one, silver bullets like living creatures burrowed into their spines, spreading, absorbing spiritual wisdom, rapidly solidifying.

Transforming those zealots into incomplete stone statues.

Essentially, nothing more than dust.

For the true sound of heavenly wrath rose from the summit of the Holy Hall!

"Heresy, heres... sy!"

On the Holy Gate, the disfigured Saint convulsed, lifting his shattered face, once beautiful and solemn, now twisted and feral, blood-red eyes stared intently at Wen Wen and Ji Jue, opening his mouth, roaring:

"Heretics, die!!!"

Boom—!

The mutilated body suddenly swelled, ballooning to its limit, and then, exploded with a roar, blood and flesh spread like a tide.

Bang!

The long spear flew back out, fell to the ground, corroded by the blood, rapidly rusting.

And amid the furious roar, Yidra broke free from the fragile human form, revealing the so-called Saint's true appearance!

Like a bizarre serpent, charging out from the remnant body, undulating ceaselessly, its body adorned with faces of fanaticism like scales.

And upon the serpent-like body, six wing-like organs swiftly unfolded, seemingly woven from bone and flesh, ghastly and grim.

Four heads, four faces, sprouted from the giant serpent's head—compassion, indifference, rage, and smile, the expressions shifting incessantly.

At this moment, it suddenly opened its mouth, angrily rebuking.

Like a roaring lion.

An invisible surge exploded, blowing in all directions, tremendous weight manifested from the void, crushing all bricks, buildings, structures, and even fragile human bodies into dust!

The divine might was boundless, yet each believer who failed to escape was instantly pulverized into pulp, only a blood mist lingering in the air.

Including those zealots restrained by Ji Jue.

The demons and heretics had not ravaged them; instead, the divine power crushed them without care. No, to the Saint, mortals uncleaned of original sin were never worth cherishing, right?

Let alone the heretics before them!

The heretics didn't care about him either.

Even as the torrent of gravity surged, they couldn't be bothered to glance—while the Saint did not treasure his followers, Sister Wen absolutely had her little brother covered!

Wen Wen extended her hand, and the rusted spear flew back into her grasp, inverted, driving down towards the ground!

Like a bastion, shattering the incoming torrent into pieces, even the invisible force parted from the center, diverting to the sides.

"Your turn, Wen!"

Ji Jue withdrew without a shred of underworld loyalty, like a trainer throwing out a Pokémon, full of momentum: "Take him down!"

"Shut your face—"

Seeing such a relaxed look on the rascal's face, Wen Wen was infuriated beyond belief, but with anger came action, and after all, there was a handy punching bag right in front of her.

Boom!

A crack abruptly appeared on the ground, Wen Wen dashed forward, stamping the earth, leaping into the air, shooting towards the angelic Saint in midair.

In her hand, the Golden Spear once again blazed fiercely, effortlessly slicing through the wind and barriers raised by wings, advancing, breaking through the two wings covering the face, the inverted spear thrusting towards Yidir's face.

Then, she saw the mocking expression on the four faces.

Opened their mouth, spewing!!

Scarlet lightning intertwined, erupting outwards, like a blade, rushing forward!

The spear and the thunderbolt collided, remarkably emitting the sharp sound of metal grinding, intensely shaking, the rust spreading rapidly, until finally, it broke from the middle... fractured?!

Wen Wen was briefly taken aback, then quickly flew backward, falling, rolling on the ground in a sorry state, but the scarlet lightning blades fell like a torrential rain, relentlessly chasing.

"Ji Jue, what's happening!"

Wen Wen was furious: "Why did this thing break!"

"It was made from an angel, and a substandard incomplete angel at that, breaking after a clash is quite normal."

Ji Jue poked his head out, calmly waved: "You hold on a bit, I'll solve this soon!"

"You can—"

Wen Wen's teeth were gnashing, finally comprehending the saying that the craftsman's words were deceitful!

Am I here as your guinea pig?!

But with the situation as it was, she could only toss the two broken spear pieces to Ji Jue, while on the other side, Ji Jue was already embroiled in the angel's onslaught, defending from all sides.

No time to worry about others, she heard the heavenly roar once more from above.

The rain poured heavily.

Countless scarlet thunders covered the sky, descending from above amidst the Saint's rage and mockery!

"Heretic, perish!"

But in an instant, the endlessly falling thunder suddenly halted, then parted from the middle.

A figure had already risen into the sky again, moving unbelievably fast, like a meteor ascending against the current, shattering the fragile lightnings ahead.

Right before them!

Before the four faces and eight eyes, Wen Wen clenched her fist, mercilessly swinging out.

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An instant of bewilderment, then astonishingly, the enormous Saint...

Was knocked flying!

BOOM!!!!!!

Amidst the immense sound, the massive angel crashed into the shattered Holy Hall, nearly embedding into the collapsing ruins.

With just a punch!

The dust rose, outlining a figure approaching step by step.

"You seem to have a bad memory, huh?"

Wen Wen raised her hand, nonchalantly wiping a trace of nosebleed from her face, arrogantly lifting her head: "Did you forget how I used to beat you guys before all that stuff?"