novelHire Chapter 889: Let's see what backlash looks like?
Chapter 889: Let's see what backlash looks like?
...The Endless Sea, with raging waves ten thousand feet high.
The Golden Dragon King looked at the million-year World Ring that had been forcibly extracted, emitting a faint golden divine light, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.
There was no time to remove that stupid whale's soul.
"Go!"
With a wave of his large hand, space tore open a pitch-black crack.
And that World Ring, enough to drive the entire Canglan Realm mad, transformed into a streak of light, instantly disappearing into the depths of the void.
Since you want a million-year World Ring, you must bear the karma of a million-year World Ring.
What they fear is White Sword.
Not the pieces under White Sword's command.
The soul of the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale, let them solve it themselves.
If they can't solve it...
Then they can only blame their own greed.
It certainly can't be blamed on him, the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings.
...
On the other side.
[Ding! Million-year World Ring resource allocation completed!]
[Claim?]
Chen Huaian had already charged out to fight Tang Ritian to the death. Now that the World Ring was delivered right on time, his answer was naturally: "Claim!"
Boom——!!!
The sky collapsed.
The originally gloomy sky, the moment that World Ring appeared, seemed to be torn open by an invisible giant hand.
A massive World Ring, its entire body pale gold and its surface densely entwined with bloody runes, descended with a terrifying aura from ancient primordial times.
This aura was too domineering, too heavy.
Ancient trees within a hundred-mile radius snapped in unison under this pressure, the earth cracking inch by inch.
Tang Ritian, who was just about to deliver a killing blow, suddenly froze.
That pressure felt like a ten-thousand-foot divine mountain directly pressing down on the crown of his head. Even though he was a Legendary Battle Master, even though he had activated his God-Slaying Domain, he was now completely immobilized, even his violent Battle Power forcibly suppressed.
"This... what is this?!"
Tang Ritian raised his head in utter horror, looking at the World Ring floating above Li Qingran's head.
The runes on it... that aura...
It surpassed ten thousand years.
Far surpassed it!
And also surpassed... his understanding!
"A... a million years?!"
Tang Er and Little Rabbit were directly pressed flat against the ground, even breathing becoming a luxury.
Behind Li Qingran, Chen Huaian did not hesitate at all. His semi-transparent hand directly grabbed that World Ring.
"Refine!"
Roar——!!!
A roar filled with resentment and unwillingness exploded deep within Chen Huaian's soul.
A deep-blue light blazed brightly. The phantom of a massive whale, as huge as a mountain range, covered in sharp spines, suddenly surged out from the World Ring.
It was the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale.
One of the demigods of the Endless Sea in this world.
It died too unjustly, too aggrieved.
Being slapped to death by the Golden Dragon King was one thing, but now it actually had to be refined by a Battle Soul that wasn't even a Battle Master?
Why?!
"Ant!!"
Furious flames burned in the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale's massive pupils as it stared fixedly at Chen Huaian's insignificant Divine Soul.
"You dare to covet this deity's World Ring?!"
"Since you want to devour it, then this deity will burst your soul! Scatter your spirit to dust!!"
It opened its maw, large enough to swallow heaven and earth, carrying billowing resentment, and bit down towards Chen Huaian.
Facing the dying counterattack of this demigod-level Fierce Beast.
Chen Huaian just looked at it quietly, as if looking at a mad dog unaware of its impending doom.
"Backlash?"
He gently shook his head.
"You should... show This Venerable One what a backlash looks like."
The moment his words fell.
Hum—
The darkness deep within his soul suddenly receded.
Replaced by a vast expanse of white.
No sky, no earth, only... a sword.
That was no ordinary iron; it was a Dao Sword formed from Chen Huaian's Golden Immortal Divine Soul.
The Mountain-Sea Whale's massive body abruptly froze.
It sensed it.
A bone-chilling cold that made its soul tremble, that made it dare not even think of resistance.
It saw a figure in white, whiter than snow, standing with his back to it, hands clasped behind his back.
That figure was slender, yet seemed taller and more solitary than heaven and earth.
"You... who are you?!"
No... something's wrong!
This aura... although it still belonged to that Battle Soul from before, it had become infinitely more majestic!
But how could the Battle Soul of a mere Battle Ancestor give it a divine-level pressure?!
Specifically which level of god, it couldn't figure out.
Because although it had reached the peak of demigod, it was ultimately not a true god. How could it know the vastness beyond godhood?
The Mountain-Sea Whale's voice trembled.
It wanted to flee, but found the surrounding space had long been sealed.
The White-clothed Swordsman did not turn around.
Only that Dao Sword floating in the air trembled slightly.
Swoosh.
Soundless.
Only a pale line flashed past the neck of the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale's soul.
One sword from a Golden Immortal, heaven and earth fell silent.
The Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale's massive eyes, filled with fear, slowly lost their light.
Its body, its resentment, its soul.
Under that sword, like early snow meeting the blazing sun, silently melted, disintegrated,
Finally transforming into the purest energy, meekly merging into that pale golden World Ring.
...
The outside world.
Time seemed to have passed only an instant.
That violently turbulent million-year World Ring trembled slightly above Li Qingran's head,
Then, like an obedient dog, meekly slipped onto Chen Huaian's finger.
Hum!
Below Chen Huaian's originally empty form, a pale golden halo appeared.
Simultaneously, a larger halo also appeared beneath Li Qingran's feet.
An ancient and desolate aura, centered on Li Qingran, spread out in all directions.
Tang Ritian felt his scalp go numb.
He had kicked an iron plate!
But he had no way back.
His Killing Intent had been revealed.
If he let Li Qingran's strange Battle Soul successfully absorb this terrifying World Ring, then he and his son would undoubtedly die today!
"Absorbing a World Ring takes time! Even a god couldn't complete it instantly!"
A flash of madness appeared in Tang Ritian's eyes.
"Now! Interrupt him!"
Boom!
He no longer held back. The nine World Rings on his body lit up, the massive shadow of the Mount Sumeru Rod appeared behind him, and his bloody Domain expanded.
All Battle Techniques, Battle Soul True Form, God-Slaying Domain... all condensed into one full-power strike!
Having already detonated his soul once against Bixixi, he couldn't afford to do it again.
But this strike was still nothing to scoff at.
"Die... you bastard!!!"
The Great Mount Sumeru Sun-Sky Rod in Tang Ritian's hands swelled with the wind, transforming into a pillar that propped up the sky,
Carrying all his Battle Power,
Carrying the desperate strike of a Legendary Battle Master... it smashed down towards Li Qingran, who was absorbing the World Ring with closed eyes.
Boom!
This strike shattered space, collapsed the void.
Tang Er and Little Rabbit closed their eyes in terror.
However.
Just as that giant rod was about to touch Li Qingran's hair.
Behind Li Qingran, that White-clothed Swordsman slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes held no emotion, only the flicker of sword light.
Swoosh.
Li Qingran's right hand lifted without warning.
Not to draw a sword.
But to extend two slender, pale fingers.
Index finger, middle finger.
Together.
Then, towards that giant rod capable of smashing the firmament, she gently raised them to block.
Thud————!!!
An extremely dull sound, as if from the depths of the earth, instantly spread throughout the entire forest.
The fierce wind ceased.
Flying birds froze in place.
Dust and smoke billowed up like a mushroom cloud, obscuring all vision.
Only that massive, pitch-black, red lightning-burning Sun-Sky Rod.
Three inches away from Li Qingran's forehead.
Stopped.
Motionless.
And beneath the tip of the rod.
The phantom of that man in white, whiter than snow, stood quietly behind Li Qingran, overlapping with her movements.
His two fingers also lightly and effortlessly pinched that world-destroying giant rod.
As if... pinching a chopstick.
Tang Ritian maintained his posture of fiercely striking down, eyes wide open, corners of his eyes splitting, blood flowing down his cheeks.
He looked at that man in white.
That man also looked at him.
His gaze was flat, as if looking at a mayfly.
"Scram—!"
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