Chapter 1653 - 850: Getting Things Done (Part 2)

Ten… twenty… thirty…

The boy's gaze swept over those slightly stunned faces. As if greeting them, he gave a faint nod: Not bad, this won't be too much trouble. As long as I'm fast enough…

He bent down, half-squatting, left hand braced against the floor, while the other dangling hand settled on the hilt of Li Hen.

As if readying himself for a sprint.

No warning, no greeting. In the instant their eyes met, there was only a consummate level of Projection Skills—Shooting Ceremony·Fierce!

The boy's figure flickered abruptly, vanished, and had already shot out like a ghost.

Not even the sound of the air being torn could be heard. No ripple of disturbance, even Dust had no time to flee. Only a bone-piercing chill rushed straight at them.

Amidst the crowd, the Ascension who'd been yawning suddenly shuddered, eyes widening on instinct, spiritual power erupting.

He felt death at arm's length.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Even under the Transcendent Vision of Ascension, he still couldn't capture that moving figure; all he could glimpse were the blurred traces left behind when it wove and turned through the crowd.

And then, one absolutely clear motion.

Draw the sword!

A ringing Sound flashed past his ear.

"..."

The Ascension-level Chosen One froze for a moment. In his daze and terror, he suddenly let out a self-mocking smile and stood there, stupefied.

The others hadn't even reacted, still clueless as to what had just happened.

It was already over.

In the span of a finger snap, the boy who'd swept through the entire corridor sheathed his sword. And right behind him, a belated Illusion Light finally appeared, fluttering like a nimble bird spreading its wings, winding its way through the corridor. Wherever it passed, fine Blood lines spread across those faces, crisscrossing in all directions.

Pu!

Countless shattering sounds overlapped into a muffled boom. Severed limbs and broken torsos flew up; Blood splashed, sprayed, smeared across the walls, ceiling, floor, and chandeliers of the corridor.

Turning everything into the purest crimson.

One sword!

"That felt good in the hand."

An Ran lowered his head, looking at Li Hen with a trace of shock, and sincerely praised, "You're really strong."

Li Hen rang out, joyful and proud.

"Right, I'm strong too."

An Ran nodded, sincerely giving thanks:

"Thank you for the compliment."

And when the door crashed inward and fell, he glanced at the scene inside, froze for a moment, hurriedly put away his smile, and straightened his expression.

But after habitually apologizing in his heart for having just eavesdropped and laughed, in the awkward atmosphere, he suddenly realized he had no idea what he should do next.

Damn, did I say something wrong?

At home there were elders; after running away, he had Sister Wen leading the way. This was his first time handling things alone. He really had no experience, but he really didn't want anyone to see that.

Right now, his mind was utterly blank. By instinct he copied the way his sister did things, forcing himself to look solemn and cold, overlooking all four directions with disdain.

He said, "Please kneel, or die."

"..."

Silence. Awkward silence. It somehow felt even more awkward.

Even the people in the conference room couldn't help but be stunned, failing to process what they were seeing—where did this little brat come from to crack jokes, and why was he so polite about it?

So much so that Xiao An subconsciously scratched his hair, then realized: did I accidentally say "please" just now?

Should I say it again?

Doesn't matter anymore.

Since no one was kneeling anyway.

In that brief second of waiting, it was actually Xiao An who couldn't help letting out a quiet breath of relief.

He wasn't nervous anymore.

Looks like everyone plans to die.

Nice. Then I don't have to worry about killing the wrong people again.

So, An Ran drew his sword.

Li Hen sang high.

A clanging Sound burst from the flickering blade, instantly covering the entire conference room.

The long Sword Sound suddenly climbed, savage like Thunderbolt, surging like a raging gale, unending. Wherever it passed, Blood marks appeared on walls, tables, ceiling, and one face after another.

This was a technique from the Gu Family inheritance left behind by Blade Teeth.

—[Wind and Thunder Introduction]!

Pluck the sword as song, shake it into Sound.

The use of Sword Sound lay in seeking the Invisible through the visible, and then using the Invisible to control the visible—touching the lofty reaches of the four seasons, the Divine Essence of the great river flowing east, within the transformation and control between being and non-being.

Using the sword to turn into Qi was only the foundation; right now, using Qi to set the sword ringing was the more advanced application.

Precisely because of this, the Upper-level Summoning originally pointed at within the Gu Family lineage was the authority over the flow of the Invisible—[Xisheng]. Without that, it would be impossible to touch the mutual transformation of being and non-being. It's just that this missing part had already been patched by Ji Jue through Li Hen, so it posed no difficulty at all.

Now, under a single sword, Thunderbolt rumbled and Wind and Thunder roared. Two utterly different strands of Sword Qi collided under exquisite control, Excitation flaring and multiplying, turning into a storm-like tide of countless torrents that devoured everything.

In the blink of an eye, a third of the people in the conference room who hadn't had time to dodge froze in place. The sound of shattering rang out incessantly as their defensive artifacts turned to dust in an instant, and then they exploded into perfectly even Blood mist without a trace left behind.

At the brink of life and death, the snaggle-toothed Mr. Li reacted especially fast. The sallow color, wrinkles, and age spots on his face vanished in an instant; sharp light burst from his eyes, reflecting the onrushing storm of Sword Qi.

His hands snapped together as he barked out True Words:

—[Fix]!

The Sword Qi storm rushing at him shuddered, but contrary to expectation, it did not solidify midair. Instead, it bored forward through the frozen air like an electric drill, inch by inch, stabbing toward his body.

But that brief instant was enough.

Mr. Li, without the slightest hesitation, flipped out, crashed through the window… and ran!

But right after, his soul nearly fled his body.