Chapter 1091: Chapter 4: Power of Silence Between Life and Death
The battle between the Netherworld Emperor Zhao You and Yama Qin Chuan erupted with the montum of a sky falling and earth shattering from the very first exchange!
Zhao You cast an unknown spell, and behind him, a swath of pallid mist erged out of thin air, appearing as a bizarre living realm.
Within the mist, countless pale skulls condensed and surfaced, with eye sockets burning with ghostly green flas, emitting silent shrieks; giant claws ford from sinister white bones kept reaching out, each strike carrying a chilling force capable of ripping souls apart, sweeping towards Qin Chuan like a calamity! Occasionally, twisted faces of resentful spirits flashed through the mist, dispersing a cold breath capable of eroding the soul body.
Around Yama Qin Chuan, the Nine Dragons coiled! They were not re illusions, but nine substantial Netherworld Profound Dragons with visible scale armor, letting out a dragon roar that shook the universe, firmly protecting him at the center. As the dragons opened and closed their mouths, the jet-black dragon breath they expelled shattered and annihilated the attacking bone claws and skulls. Every swing of the Divine Sword [Broken Evil Dragon Soar] in his hand slashed out a crescent-shaped, intensely condensed black Sword Qi, creating temporary fissures in space wherever it went, forcibly dispersing the encroaching white mist and its contained malevolent power!
Ghost Immortal Technique against the supre power of the Netherworld! The sinister white mist and the dazzling black dragon intertwined and collided, the booming sound of explosive energy constant. The escaping energy shockwaves rippled like tangible waves, tearing the surrounding ground into countless chasms.
All the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals from both sides fled far away, and those few Corpse Ghosts who approached slightly closer were instantly pulverized by the chaotic energy currents, leaving not even a trace of residual soul.
Xiao Jie watched clearly from the sky; Zhao You’s spell was indeed extraordinarily mysterious, with an energy flow style possessing a sowhat transcendent Immortal Technique flair, yet its essence was still the extrely sinister Netherworld Ghost Qi, cold to the bone, targeting the Divine Soul.
“How dare the spooks and spirits cross the boundary! Annihilate!” Qin Chuan’s voice was like thunder, imbued with supre imperial majesty, seizing a montary gap in Zhao You’s assault, transforming [Broken Evil Dragon Soar] into a trail of black radiance, stabbing straight towards his opponent’s face!
However—smack! A crisp tallic clang resounded. The razor-sharp tip of the Divine Sword was unexpectedly caught firmly in the joined palms of Zhao You! The roiling mist behind him instantly boiled, as countless eerie arms ford from pale joints extended densely from the mist, like frenzied vines, instantly wrapping around and locking the sword’s blade and even Qin Chuan’s arm wielding the sword!
The myriad bony hands were cold and hard, infused with the power of sealing and corrosion. The sword humd, seemingly unable to struggle free montarily.
“Break—!” Qin Chuan, hair and beard standing on end, roared fiercely!
Boom! The pattern of Nine Dragons on the blade of [Broken Evil Dragon Soar] seed to co alive, bursting out with deep, dark yet dazzling radiance! The black light, like a destructive black hole, shattered the hundred odd bone hands wrapped around it into fragnts, exploding into a myriad of floating white mist particles.
Yet in that split second when the diffuse white mist obscured vision, a slender, snowy, seemingly delicate boneless hand silently pierced through the haze, coming straight in. It avoided the protective circling Nine Dragons, finding a gap between them, without any ornate moves or dazzling light, only that unpretentious yet exceedingly fast hand, gently striking Qin Chuan’s chest armor.
Ghost Immortal Technique—Silent Extinction.
Bang! A dull yet heart-shaking thud echoed. The indestructible Nether Gold Dragon Armor on Qin Chuan’s chest instantly spread innurable web-like cracks from the point where the snow-white hand struck! The nine protective Netherworld Profound Dragons let out pained wails, their bodies shattered by the ultimate condensed Power of Silence, dissolving into strands of black mist. Qin Chuan seed half-struck by a mountain, flying uncontrollably backward, as a mouthful of azure soul blood burst uncontrollably, tracing an arc through the air.
He crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling several more ten zhang away, plowing a deep trench in the ground. [Broken Evil Dragon Soar] flew from his grasp, embedding diagonally nearby, the sword humming incessantly. Qin Chuan supported himself with a hand on the ground, struggling to stand, but spat out another mouthful of soul blood, his soul body fluctuating fiercely, clearly suffering heavy injuries.
“You’ve lost.” Zhao You’s voice remained cold, yet carried a barely detectable fatigue, “Give up, your efforts are aningless. The apocalypse is nigh, beyond human resistance! Only by discarding this fragile order of life and death, letting all return to silence, turning the Nine Provinces Three Realms into Netherworld Wasteland, can we seek a faint hope of existence after the end! I am not destroying, but seeking a slender hope of life for all things!”
Hearing this, Qin Chuan stubbornly staggered to stand again, supporting himself with the sword, though his soul body dimd, his imperial majesty diminished not a bit, he laughed heartily, filled with mockery and resolve.
“Don’t think with such bluffing, you can delay ti, awaiting your reinforcents from who knows where.” Zhao You said coldly, slowly raising his hand.
With his gesture, the dense white mist behind him surged again, a faint yet sharp sound of bone friction arose. An exceptionally snow-white, tender hand, as if belonging to a peerless beauty, gradually erged from the deepest mist. This jade-like hand ford an extre grotesque contrast with the surrounding ferocious white bones and resentful spirits, elegantly grasping a slender, elongated sword made from unknown pale bones, its blade flowing with ominous pale luster, gently handing the hilt to Zhao You.
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