pjbooks Chapter 90: Still an instant kill!
Chapter 90: Still an instant kill!
The comments section exploded at that moment.
"Disappeared?! Where did Brother Chen go?! Not even a fleeting image?! The live stream cameras couldn't even capture his movements?!"
"That sword strike just now pierced right through the soul vortex! Morgana's core of laws was like paper in front of Brother Chen's sword! She dodged the blade, but she couldn't dodge the sword intent!"
"Wait, wait, my brain isn't working! What did Brother Chen just say? 'You've exposed some of my secrets'? What secrets? Who exposed them?"
"Are you stupid?! Morgana was reading his memories the whole time!! She dragged Su Wanniang out!! She dragged his master out!! And she even broadcast it live in front of billions of people worldwide!!"
"Brother Chen's eyes were red when he faced Master just now!!! He killed the ninety-level gatekeeper with a straight face from beginning to end, but his eyes reddened when he saw Master!!! That was the last thing he wanted anyone to see!!!"
"Morghana is finished. Last time, Astra only amused him a little before being reduced to ashes, but this time Morghana has truly enraged him."
"No, did you guys notice something? Brother Chen said, 'It's very uncomfortable to have my secret exposed and be spied on'—and then he laughed! The corners of his mouth were turned up when he said that!"
"That wasn't a smile! That was the expression of murderous intent at its peak! The calmer it was, the more terrifying it was!"
"He was expressionless the whole time he was fighting Astra, but now he's smiling! He actually smiled! Morgana, you'd better pray for good luck!"
The scrolling of comments was so fast that the server was on the verge of crashing, but everyone's eyes were glued to the screen because they knew that Jiang Chen was about to get serious.
In the void, Morghana's black void suddenly contracted.
Her divine sense filled the entire void, and the 1001 soul shrieks of the Myriad Manifestations Soul Cry simultaneously searched for Jiang Chen's location in all directions. Each shriek could accurately capture the fluctuations of a soul; even the slightest ripple of divine sense could not escape her perception. But all her shrieks missed their mark. It wasn't that Jiang Chen had concealed his aura; rather, he simply wasn't in the area covered by any of the shrieks. His speed had exceeded the scanning frequency of the soul shrieks.
For the first time, cold sweat broke out on Morgana's forehead.
The next second, Jiang Chen appeared behind her.
His right hand was still in his school uniform pocket, his left hand hanging casually at his side, his posture as languid as if he were taking a stroll downstairs. But the aura emanating from him made Morgiana's very soul tremble. Those eyes, those eyes that had remained calm and still since the start of the battle, finally showed a trace of true warmth—coldness.
"Your Myriad Manifestations Soul Cry attacks from ten thousand angles simultaneously. The quantity is indeed large." Jiang Chen spoke, his voice soft, but every word caused the soul shrieks surrounding the void to tremble violently. "But in the cultivation world, there is something called divine sense. Divine sense honed over a thousand years of battles cannot be broken by your three hundred years of soul fragments. Your Myriad Manifestations Soul Cry is like ten thousand mosquitoes trying to bite through a mountain in front of my divine sense."
He raised his left hand, his five fingers spread.
"Sword Domain, open."
The moment the two words were uttered, a silvery-white light exploded from his palm.
Morghana used the All-Seeing Soul Cry to dye the entire void a purplish-black, but at that moment, all the purplish-black was simultaneously covered, swallowed, and evaporated by the silver-white sword light. The distorted faces suspended in the void let out silent screams under the illumination of the sword light, and then began to dissipate from the edges as pale golden specks of light.
Millions of swords emerged from the void. They reached the top of the void above and the bottom of nothingness below, stretching to the ends of the horizon. Each sword gleamed with a cold silver light, and the tip of each sword was aimed at Morgana. The buzzing sound gathered into a torrent, completely crushing her Myriad Soul Cry.
Within Morgana's black void, purplish-black light points spun wildly, yet no more soul shrieks could coalesce. Her laws were collapsing, her domain was being covered by Jiang Chen's sword domain, and her soul shrieks, which had never failed her in three hundred years, could not even be released under the pressure of millions of swords.
She suddenly understood. From beginning to end, Jiang Chen had never truly made a move. Whether facing the guardians or Su Wanniang and his master whom she had summoned, he was merely playing along. The Sword Domain he displayed now was his true strength.
Jiang Chen looked at her, the smile on his lips deepening.
"You let me see old friends. I appreciate that. But you spied on my secrets and exposed them to billions of people. That debt must also be settled."
He raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, a faint golden light emanating from their tips. That light appeared exceptionally small amidst the silver gleam of countless swords, yet it caused Morgana's soul core to cease functioning for an instant.
"Therefore, I will send you on your way with my strongest sword strike. Consider it repaying this favor."
A pale golden light flew from his fingertips, transforming into a golden sword beam that stretched across the heavens and earth. Wherever it passed, the void shattered, the laws collapsed, and the purplish-black soul shrieks were evaporated without even a chance to struggle, like ice and snow thrown into a furnace. The sword beam pierced through Morgana's body, through the purplish-black throne behind her, and through the space itself of the hundredth floor of the Apostle's Hall.
Morghana looked down at the gaping wound in her chest. There was no blood in the wound, only a purplish-black light that kept escaping. The light spread from her chest to her limbs, and from her limbs to her head, gradually eroding her body into pale golden specks.
She knew she was going to die. But a smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she seemed unusually calm.
"Jiang Chen," she spoke, her voice as soft as the wind whistling through a dying candle flame, "Thank you."
Jiang Chen looked at her without saying a word.
"I've read too many souls. For three hundred years, everyone who has entered this Hall of Apostles has been filled with fear and despair. I thought that was humanity—small, fragile, and vulnerable. But your soul is different." A purplish-black light slowly dissipated from her black void. "Your soul contains no fear, no despair, only something I've never seen before. Astra never understood you until her death, but I do. You are not just an Immortal Emperor; you are the first person in three hundred years to use my soul's scream as a mirror. You showed me what it feels like to be loved by someone like you, what it feels like to be missed by someone like you, what it feels like to be remembered by someone like you for a thousand years. So, thank you."
Her figure began to transform into pale golden specks of light from the edge, which shot into the sky, piercing through the black walls of the Apostle's Hall and turning into a silent golden snow in the void.
Jiang Chen withdrew his finger, and the millions of swords in the void vanished simultaneously. The sword domain faded, and the grayish-white mist completely disappeared. Only the purplish-black throne remained, collapsing, shattering, and turning into nothingness in its center.
He turned and walked towards the teleportation array, stopping after a few steps to glance at the last wisp of fading purplish-black light in the void. Then he looked away and stepped into the teleportation array.