Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

The sea wind freezes, the sound of waves stops.

Accompanied by the young man's gentle words, the world seems to pause for a moment.

Not really a declaration, nor an announcement, yet so decisive.

As if reiterating eternal truths.

What Luobomo personally experiences is an unprecedented terrifying pressure.

A stern chill rises from the Blade of Li Hen, spreading silently, as the Mystic Form re-emerges from the screams. Thus, the chest feels a hallucination-like pain, as if trapped in an ice pit.

"You really dare to speak, you little brat."

He chuckles softly, yet the hilt in his hand creaks with the tight grip, almost crushed in furious rage.

Not arrogant, nor insane, but truly from the heart believing he can and must kill the enemy in front of him.

It is precisely this pure determination, almost flawless, that infuriates the swordsman of Xing Jiao!

"Then come!"

At that moment, his body rises inch by inch, resembling a tall and thin haggard giant, then a pair of pale eyes open from his face, with sharp four corners unfolding atop his head.

Rebirth Form · Hern's Form!

It is the Thousand Islands' legend, the Ghost Hunter roaming misty nights and dense forests, the humanoid manifestation of the Forest of Death, going all out without hesitation.

Responding to it is a clanging sword chapter, akin to a beast's roar, the outline of the Li Hen Beast reappears, with An Ran gripping the sword, resolutely stepping toward the enemy, whispering softly:

"With this hunt, I pay tribute to the White Deer!"

Boom!!!

When two White Deer fully engage in the life-and-death battle, it stirs a terrifying storm unknown to the Deserted Reef, but now, even the storm is being torn like fabric.

Totally unable to capture the two elusive figures.

A flash in an instant.

Under the blessing of the rebirth form, the sword chapter shifts from the original Sword Qi-enhancing Dragon Soaring Manipulation to the Dragon Shuo Manipulation enhancing itself, the clanging sword sound resounds through souls, triggering all potential in the body, breaking limits.

Endless burning.

The Sword Sound draws but does not unleash, compared to the storm-stirring Xing Jiao, it resembles a reef smashing the waves, deeply hidden, occasionally unleashing a sword without any indication or sound, until after the Sword Qi sweeps by, leaving an irreparable sword scar amidst the storm.

No matter how sparse, the frequency of their clash is already too fast.

In just a few seconds, crisscrossing sword scars already cover the entire Deserted Reef like a cage, but alas, in vain.

Blade Teeth and Hunter Finger are ultimately different, no matter how fast the Sword Qi is, it still isn't Illusion Light, unable to reach instantly.

In the brief gap between targeting and projection, even if not within the time for thought, it is still sufficient for Luobomo to make a response.

Thus, no matter how fast the Sword Qi, often it is just a hairsbreadth off with the opponent.

But even so, it is already enough.

Now, among the sword scars, subtle chill gradually emerges, a trace of Mystic Essence hidden inside, drawn but not unleashed.

This is the most lethal poison and trap.

Even if slightly stained or wounded, it is enough to affect Luobomo, even if only slightly delayed or slowed, it is enough to create an opportunity for the Sword of Li Hen to carve out victory.

Unable to combat speed with speed, then counter motion with stillness, in this relative gap between motion and stillness, he's constantly blocking Luobomo's retreat.

By compressing space, gradually diminishing Luobomo's speed advantage.

Like locking oneself and the monster into a shrinking arena, forcing him and oneself to duel in this narrow space!

And as the cost, are the continuously bursting wounds and scars all over the body.

The blood vaporizes like mist, gushing from the wounds.

Whenever Li Hen's strike misses, in the brief gap, the Swift Sword faster than light breaks the air, aiming straight for the vitals, leaving a ruthless hit before An Ran can defend and counterattack, slicing or piercing with a vicious hand.

Arms, wrists, fingers, shoulders, neck, chest, waist, legs, and even the revealed weak spot — knee...

Like cruel dismemberment.

Relying solely on An Ran's eyes, along with the White Deer's reaction and perception, he can't even clearly see the opponent's movements, only barely glimpsing a blurry outline from the direction the killing intent attacks in the moment before striking.

Then, a burst of blood flowers erupts unexpectedly from the shoulder.

The scapula, broken!

Fortunately, thankfully, heaven's blessing, so lucky.

The sword originally headed for his throat, but An Ran barely moved himself at the last moment, resisting briefly with Spiritual Scale.

Close call!

That Xing Jiao man is simply too fast, purely speaking in terms of speed, perhaps already comparable to the two uncles, unable to even react.

Not only that, the Sword Qi's operation seemingly encounters obstacles.

The wounds don't heal.

The gash cut by the Swift Sword seems to have some kind of poison, even temporarily sealed by spiritual means is not safe.

And this is just the lightest among all issues, the real problem lies in the constantly draining and dispersing life and spiritual quality from the wounds.

White Deer Blessing, [‌Seize Day Raid]!

An instant of distraction, his vision went black, hearing the sound of shattering.

Right eye.

In the storm, the youth's face appears with a piercing hole, blood spraying, staining his somewhat childish cheek.

So tragic.

"Mr. Ji, if you wish to call a stop, feel free anytime."

Caruso reminds: "We have no intention of forming a death feud with the Seven Cities, too much has been lost.

Even now, as long as you are willing to stop, we can still reconcile.

In fact, as long as you are willing to provide certification, everything can be carried out as previously discussed."

That sincere and humble appearance, one could say, is extremely self-abased.

As long as Ji Jue is willing to give a step for everyone to come down...

Unfortunately, it is destined not to receive a response.

Ji Jue is indifferent, turning a deaf ear.

Just quietly watching, amidst the storm, the bloodied face of the young man, and even the hint of a brilliant smile at the corner of his mouth.

Finally...

It is complete!

As the piercing Sword Sound burst forth once more, the final sword mark appeared out of nowhere, completely sealing off the entire Deserted Reef.

Even though the gaps between the sword marks were so vast, large enough for an elephant to pass through easily, just serving as a slight shackling and obstruction was already sufficient.

This seemingly insignificant obstacle, in the struggle where speed is life, became an insurmountable iron barrier!

In an instant, all fell silent.

A new storm appeared out of nowhere from the old storm, erupting and sweeping out violently, the Fierce Sword Qi unleashed in full force, blowing in all directions.

Sword chapter shift, [Divine Human Joy]!

Li Hen enthusiastically sings!

Devoting all its spiritual essence, entrusting even its own soul onto the Sword Qi, the blood-soaked youth suddenly dissolved, transforming into a pale majestic tide, abruptly spreading, launching a counterattack towards Luobomo!

And then, the sword marks that covered the entire Deserted Reef exploded simultaneously.

The freezing winter is here!

Patches of snow appeared out of nowhere from the void, floating down to blanket the entire Deserted Reef in white, where the snow passed, all spiritual essence and changes fell into silence.

Frozen and buried.

Luobomo, retreating swiftly, was mired down amidst the erupting endless Sword Qi, shackled by the swirling snow and frost, paused for a fleeting instant.

At that moment, amidst the intertwining endless snow before his eyes, the young man's illusion reappeared.

Such a brief gap, not even enough to blink or breathe, but it was enough!

More than enough!

The coldness and snow gathered here, the Sword of Li Hen dyed in pale hue, the Mystic Essence emerged from within, striking down!

Luobomo's lips moved soundlessly, as if cursing.

In this moment of life and death crisis, there was no more hiding, infused with spiritual essence intensification, the Swift Sword turned into an electric light, racing, blocking before the Mystic Sword.

A futile obstruction, delaying merely the briefest of moments.

In his left hand, a dagger appeared out of nowhere.

Just as Ji Jue foretold, it was another hidden edge within the Swift Sword, more treacherous than that infamous blade!

This was a secret no one should know besides the deceased themselves, yet even before making a move, it had been seen through by Ji Jue.

In the fleeting instant where the Swift Sword and Li Hen contended, a shadowy dagger had already swept towards An Ran's neck.

A deadly blade honed from countless years of rigorous training.

Yet now, another crisp explosion erupted abruptly.

Luobomo's pupils contracted, looking at An Ran's left hand which had been just as empty…until now, also wielding a weapon.

Blocked!

A second sword appeared out of nowhere from An Ran's hand, transforming from ethereal spiritual essence to solid form.

Spiritualized Sword, Chun Jun!

It was a strand of spiritual essence that Ji Jue infused into Xiao An's shoulder during the moment of breaking reality and illusion, a prepared contingency.

Crack—

The splitting sound echoed, cracks appeared on the dagger and Swift Sword, as demanded by Ji Jue before, shattered to pieces!

The shattered metal splintered, Mystic Essence advanced, the pale illusion light illuminated Luobomo's face, even the fierce smile on it.

What a pity.

If it were a fair and square duel, victory and defeat should already be decided, right?

But for the White Deer, is there really such a thing as fair play?

Still, too young!

Luobomo grinned as if laughing.

Since his appearance, never had he laughed so wantonly and wildly, baring a set of sharp teeth, with metallic gleam upon them.

Even without sword and blade, it didn't matter, he still had teeth!

Like a beast opening its mouth, biting firmly onto Li Hen, locking it in.

Even as the Sword Qi that shot out tore and froze his face and half body.

Right at his feet, amid the viscous shadow, a blurred figure had already darted out, towards the defenseless An Ran...

The second one!

From the very start, the ones stepping into the duel weren't just Luobomo.

And after a long period of lurking, the beast with fangs in the shadows roared forth, revealing its ferociousness, as Satria's confidant launched a fatal strike.

Only in the instant that figure leapt out, had its neck been gripped by an Invisible Hand that appeared out of nowhere.

Shackled in mid-air.

The unseen fingers clenched bit by bit, Jing Zhen erupted violently!

It's Ji Jue.

At that moment, a light sigh sounded.

As if, releasing a heavy burden...

When Ji Jue realized, the whole world had completely frozen.

Right beside him, Caruso, who had been wearing a wry smile, had at some unknown moment, drawn a small hand mirror from his pocket, reflecting it towards Ji Jue, who was so near at hand.

In the reflection within the mirror, Ji Jue's soul, consciousness, all bodily reactions were caught in an unavoidable freezing halt.

And right before him, the nonexistent air rippled.

A slender black spike like a needle extended out without any warning, gripped by a long-fingered hand, thrusting towards his head, his vitals, his body, and soul!

From the very start, creating a false array, up to Satria's subordinate sacrificing for an attack, finally in the instant of his instinctive action, capturing this moment of enraged distraction, leaving no room for attention.

This was a carefully calculated, unscrupulous targeting against Ji Jue himself, since before the duel of deciding victory even began...

A deadly assault!

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