815: Chapter 509 Tonight, Nad Jiu Xuan_3 815: Chapter 509 Tonight, Nad Jiu Xuan_3 After Xu Yuan’s Spiritual Vision had taken effect, the originally ordinary golden blood under the Will-spirit silently underwent a change, with each drop seemingly containing boundless energy.
And in the battle just now,
this blood had already been spilled in every corner of the Great Fla Imperial Capital.
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At first, there were only one or two specks of light, but as so sort of fluctuation transmitted, these few specks of light ignited like a wildfire.
The specks of light connected with each other.
From points to lines, from lines to surfaces.
In a matter of monts, strips of golden light intertwined into a complicated array of Magic Incantations and rapidly spread throughout Di’an City.
“Hum————”
The golden blood sprinkled the sky, the humming resounded through the heavens, and the world suddenly dimd.
Di’an galopolis lay like a massive beast between heaven and earth, the Protective City Formation’s huge luminescent film reaching the skies, and at that mont, under the transparent mbrane ford by the Formation, a pattern of golden Magic Incantations appeared.
By the ti many powerful beings noticed,
it had already covered nearly half of Di’an City.
And once it had fully ford,
the figure in white at its center plumted toward the ground without any warning.
Di’an City was destroyed for the first ti tonight.
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“The farce is over….”
Within the bamboo pavilion, now in total disorder, a middle-aged man watched the golden light that lit up the city and gently exhaled:
“I really didn’t expect that from the Xi’en Imperial Court coming from overseas, to still possess such ans; that Saint will most likely be able to break through the Di’an great formation.”
The hunchbacked old man sitting opposite him seed to take pleasure in the misfortune:
“The Xi’en Saint is indeed powerful, but this isn’t bad news for us.
With such a commotion tonight, if that person escapes, both the Pri Minister’s Mansion and the Imperial Family, the entire Imperial Court would lose face completely.”
While speaking, he gently stroked his goatee:
“And with Feng Jiuxuan dead, that Xu junior can be crippled.”
The middle-aged man glanced at the hunchbacked old man, who grinned sinisterly, his voice very light:
“Looking at your expression, it seems you’re considering collaborating with those from Xi’en?”
“This evening’s events do prove their strength.”
The hunchbacked old man twirled his beard, his small eyes unreadable:
“But speaking of cooperation, it’s unlikely to happen; I just want to stop Xu Yinhè, not invite the wolf into the house.”
The middle-aged man heard this and glanced at him noncommittally, his lips curling into a disdainful smile.
Seeing this, the hunchbacked old man imdiately conceded, laughing softly:
“You Ancient Abyss folks are different; we’ve been using each other for so long, let the best man win in the end.”
As soon as the hunchbacked old man finished speaking, he saw the middle-aged man stand up.
The slender white eyebrows raised slightly, and the hunchbacked old man discerned what he intended to do:
“Emperor Bai, you’re not planning to intercept that Xi’en Saint, are you?”
The middle-aged man stood still, gazing at the vast Di’an illuminated in golden light, his voice calm:
“If possible, naturally; I am quite interested in their Spellcraft.”
The hunchbacked old man lowered his eyes in a smile, let out a light sigh, and also slowly stood up:
“Then count in as well.
So barbarians co to the Great Yan Imperial Capital to make trouble; if sothing went wrong with those two youngsters inside Di’an, as an elder, I ought to teach them a lesson….”
He paused midway through his sentence.
The entire bamboo forest suddenly beca so quiet that falling snow could be heard.
Both n’s gazes simultaneously fixed on the figure in white amidst the sacred golden light.
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Standing alone in the void, the Xi’en Emperor in his purple-black robes was illuminated by the golden glow, his figure like that of a deity.
He looked down upon the People of Yan in white below him.
He watched as his white robes beca stained with blood, watched as he slowly stood up from the ruins, watched as he glanced at the broken Spirit Sword in his hand.
The mont the Forbidden Curse took shape,
the Spirit Sword, due to its protective instincts, broke directly in half.
After a mont of silence, his voice gently rose:
“Mortals…..”
“…”
The voice pierced his ears, but Feng Jiuxuan ignored the opponent’s noise, calmly looking at the broken Spirit Sword Qingyuan in his hand, the one that had accompanied him for most of his life, and slowly closed his eyes.
The Xi’en Emperor, witnessing this scene, did not show any rcy and blandly raised his hand toward Feng Jiuxuan:
“I…
haven’t felt excitent like this in a long, long ti.
Going all out is my final tribute to you.”
As he finished speaking,
the golden light particles that filled nearly half of Di’an City suddenly contracted, countless beams shooting into the sky.
Their power struck the Di’an Great Formation, causing the Protective City Formation’s transparent light mbrane to montarily dim.
All the powerhouses within Di’an City realized what the god-like Xi’en Saint intended to do.
He wanted to break the Di’an Great Formation while slaying Feng Jiuxuan!
In a mont of silence, the once chaotic flying snow returned to calm, descending solemnly from the sky.
The golden Forbidden Curse ford quickly, faster than the operation speed of Di’an Great Formation.
It reached its potential almost instantly as the Xi’en Emperor finished speaking.
So people seed to realize what would happen.
Once such powerful spellcraft descended, most of the bustling streets of Di’an City would be reduced to ashes.
What would the destruction of Di’an bring?
So were excited, so were silent, and others suddenly soared into the sky, rushing toward the god-like figure of the Xi’en Saint.
But these people’s actions all froze at one mont.
Energy stored like an ocean in the sky began to condense, white light mingling with snowflakes scattering down to Earth as the blood of the Holy Emperor began to focus the power of the Xi’en Forbidden Curse.
It was too late.
If they had started the great formation right from the beginning, if they had initially overwheld with sheer numbers, the Xi’en Saint from the start wouldn’t have stood a chance.
But they hadn’t.
The Imperial arrogance was paying the price at this mont, and that price was the destruction of the Imperial capital.
“Clang—”
Amid the ruins and snow, the broken sword fell with a crisp sound.
The man in white, standing at the center of the Forbidden Curse, slowly opened his eyes.
No movent to retrieve the sword,
no surge of Qi energy,
his gaze fixed on the deity above in the sky,
his hands empty, yet still seemingly holding a sword.
Under the Sky Do,
He dispersed light, like a god descending to the world.
On the ground,
robed in white, outshining the snow.
And in that instant,
the god-like Xi’en Emperor raised an eyebrow.
Still no flow of energy, not even a breeze stirring, but He saw a sword in the man’s hands below.
A last futile strike before death…
Indifference in his eyes showed a hint of pity.
Respectable, but ultimately futile.
The golden light enveloping Di’an City finished contracting, and the ley lines began to tremble, brewing a catastrophic disturbance.
Every living being within Di’an City felt the impending touch of death.
Inside the city, the golden magic Formation’s light narrowed into a fine line, seeming to descend from the sky, or perhaps rise from the ground.
So people closed their eyes at this mont, unable to bear looking; so began planning for the aftermath of Di’an’s destruction, while others prepared their spellcraft to directly target the Xi’en Saint’s life after this spell.
In these discussions, a devastating white light, like a divine punishnt from a god in this world, arrived over the heart of Great Yan.
Snow continued to fall, divine punishnt descended,
all sounds ceased at this mont,
“….”
“….”
“….”
Seconds ticked by,
the heaven-reaching white light glowed brilliant, but the anticipated destruction never ca.
People, confused, looked toward the center of the white light.
Then,
they saw an invisible sword blade splitting the Sky Do.
And,
the man holding a golden-haired head, the Sword Saint in white.
Silence spread through Di’an galopolis, the vast city now devoid of any sound.
This world had no divine punishnt, no deities,
only,
the Sword Saint, Feng Jiuxuan.
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