Silent Crown Chapter 662 What Are You Looking At?

Chapter 662 What Are You Looking At?

Boom! The second roar. The Staff of Fate was revealed in Ye Qingxuan's hands, hitting the ground and causing the wail of the broken shard of the stone plate. The sound of the wail reverberated in this imaginary world, causing countless music theories to tremble.

Honestly, he was already sick of what they were doing. What stupid trial or test. If not for the fact that he still had so respect for all these kings at the beginning, he would already have lost all his patience by now. It was just a Symphony of Predestination after all, right?

The Symphony of Predestination was completed, the music theory was composed, the structure took shape and the operation had been tested without any problems. This should have been enough. But they just had to create all this trouble. And what was the purpose of gathering so many people anyway? A eting? If they really treated this as a eting, so be it. But the way they treated Ye Qingxuan's Symphony of Predestination was as if it was so common and worthless item they could find in their own house. One mont, they would decide to give and the next mont, they would change their minds. Based on what?

A bunch of ghosts, that did not even know if their corpses were still around, left behind a couple of obsessions. Now that they had made use of the spirituality of the Ultimate to resurrect themselves, they were fully imposing their wills on others. If they wanted to demonstrate their seniority by scolding a couple of tis, it would have been acceptable. Everyone could still play along, where they would exert their authority for a while and Ye Qingxuan would play humble. Everything could have gone on smoothly.

But they were just bent on not giving any face! After nagging for so long, they still expected Ye Qingxuan to contribute to this world. For what! There are so many people in this world, why of all people? Have I dug the grave of the Pope?

If Ye Qingxuan had the ti, he would have written a list of debts owed to him and he would have been able to collect them all the way from the Sacred City to Aurora! Of all the places in the east and west, how many people would dare say that they did not owe anything to Ye Qingxuan? Was anyone unaware that Ye Qingxuan was the Sacred City's role model for values? Or that he was the world's role model for hard work? But because of the words of these few old idiots, he was quickly relegated so kind of a*shole. What a joke.

Any typical musician would have felt powerless to do anything in such a situation but this would not be the case for Ye Qingxuan. He was a reckless person who dared to interfere in the clash between the Holy Caldron and the abyss. From west to east and across the seven seas, he was the only one who would dare to interfere in the matters of many countries. He had no fear nor respect for these traditions. Therefore, without any hesitation, he decided to fall out with them! In any case, this was a projection developed in his consciousness by the Ultimate through aether. In the worst-case scenario, he was prepared to give up on the Symphony of Predestination!

This was probably the first ti in their lives that these kings were being scolded so fiercely and unceremoniously. They were so shocked that they were not able to react in ti. Soon after, Ye Qingxuan smashed the railing in front of him and walked over towards them from behind the judgnt seat while making a rude hand gesture towards the pair of blue ambers in the sky.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Qingxuan stared. "Preparing to be burnt at the stake?"

This was the last straw for the unlucky cal.

"What arrogance!" The King of the Sun was the first to explode in anger. Behind him, the imperfect outline of the sun appeared as he roared, "Kneel! Prepare to receive death!"

Boom! Seven pairs of wings of light seed to spread open on his back. These kings had all received the blessings of the Holy Caldron. Although they were humans, by nature, they had already cast projections in the world of aether, so they could be said to be half God and half human. They were almost catastrophes. They all managed to obtain different powers from the Holy Caldron and the elent that the King of the Sun had managed to obtain was Angel of the Sun.

At this mont, the wings of light were a fleeting line that caused countless cracks in the entire illusory land. The Staff of Fate roared and Ye Qingxuan's body was instantaneously shrouded within a terrible light. It was as if he had been thrown into the sun, and at the command of the king, the sun had descended.

It was said that back then, when polar night ca, he was able to utilize his own abilities and power to bring light to the world, so much so that white roses and the common broom were able to bloom around the entire Burgundy kingdom. This was clearly not the first ti Ye Qingxuan had to face the power of the sun but he never expected that the projection of the remains of the dead in aether could still bring him such imnse pressure.

Thoughts were evaporating and mories were boiling. The body that had been ford by consciousness was burning. The newly-ford Symphony of Predestination had turned into new fuel, forcing Ye Qingxuan into the flas to be burnt into dust.

Even the thinnest cal was still bigger than a horse. Similarly, even if the King of the Sun had beco extrely thin, he would not be a cal. Instead, he would still be a giant dragon, who would be more than capable of piercing through countless gold and tal or shredding all sorts of flesh and blood. In a mont of silence, there was no screaming in despair nor gasps of shock. Within the flas, the indifferent pair of eyes looked up. The Staff of Fate was raised up high.

Wham! There was only an insane determination and an arrogance towards everything else.

Wham! If there was mountain ahead, it would be cracked open; if it was a tree, it would be broken; if it was an enemy, his head would be crushed; if it was a sun, then the sun would just have to be dragged down!

Boom!

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Within the hall filled with debris, Ye Qingxuan, who was sitting on the cushion made of weeds, suddenly trembled. Powerful beams of light shot out of his slender body and blood seeped out of his pores. Within the blood, beams of light that were the color of moonlight rose like flas. The music theory was in a state of unrest!

The expressions on all the Masters changed. The worst-case scenario was finally happening! Typically, sothing as extre as this would never take place, as long as the Symphony of Predestination could sohow be put together. The counter reaction produced by the breaking of the music theory would consu life and body. Sothing like this would only take place if one took the risk of rging with a music theory that was completely against his own path, or if one ford the Symphony of Predestination without any preparation.

If problems were to occur in any other situation, the consequence would be a failure in leveling up. It might be fatal and probably one person might die as a result. At most, so innocent people might be dragged down too. But this was different! If one did not pay enough attention to such unrest, it could spread!

Any normal person who encountered a situation like this would be sure to keep a safe distance, but all the Masters at the scene only revealed a bitter expression. According to the covenant that they had signed with Ye Qingxuan, they could not stand by and do nothing to help him, otherwise, as part of their guarantee for the covenants, their Symphonies of Predestination or scepters would fall apart. All powers would be lost and they would never be able to gain the favor of aether for the rest of their lives.

To a musician, a scenario like that was worst than death. Besides, there was a solemn-looking "little girl."

Arhat Mable did not seem to be aware of the thoughts that were going through everyone else's minds. She rely toyed with the Fire of Nirvana in her fingers. In a situation like this, if any of them were to pretend to be oblivious to what was taking place or continue to be hesitant, Mable would be the first to turn that person into a small pill to serve as supplents for Prince Avalon!