Chapter 1793 - 922: Gift_3

The five fingers burning with light flames collided with Han Hui's raised palm, like sand grains trying in vain to shake a reef, inch by inch disintegrating into dust.

Yet behind the shattered palm, a spiritual hand appeared out of thin air.

At that critical moment, it grasped Han Hui's hand with all its strength, as if meeting for the first time, offering eagerness and fervor.

"Hello!"

At that moment, Han Hui finally saw the mocking smile on the broken face.

And, behind those container cracks, a mechanical brain seemingly burning with light flames!

Carrying Ji Jue's soul, his self, and everything!

Perhaps this body was nothing but a falsehood, yet Ji Jue's soul was within it! Even as a counterfeit, it was enough to exert his true power for a moment!

Just like…

Now!

Jing Zhen erupted, collapsing the last unreachable distance and qualification, and for a moment, that spiritual hand finally touched Han Hui's palm.

Even if it was only for a fleeting moment.

It was enough!

[Circle Realm·Non-Attack], activate!

The spiritual hand of Non-Attack suddenly burst into fierce light, the Circle Realm accelerated madly in a self-destructive manner, operating, finding that tiny near-nonexistent probability among countless possibilities…

More importantly, the medium now tainting the spiritual hand—those particles seemingly between existence and non-existence, flickering like stars, the dust.

The rock-dyed dust peeled from Han Hui's Heavenly Human Foundation!

At this moment, just as Han Hui was caught off guard, the fragments peeled from Han Hui himself were rightfully returned!

Along with a carefully prepared return gift…

This is Moshou's advanced skill—[Violence Control]!

Boom!!!

The spiritual hand disintegrated.

Crushed under Han Hui's pressure, not lasting even a moment, the unstoppable annihilation arose from the darkness, sweeping towards Ji Jue…

Yet before that, Han Hui hesitated for a moment.

As if in a daze.

For a moment, it was as if standing between sea and sky, the sky turning pitch black, the blue sea turning blood red! In the blood sea, countless coffins rose and fell, coffin lids opening, revealing pale and broken faces.

Doors emerged from the reflections in the blood, of various shapes and countless numbers.

And the shadow of a balance appeared above his head.

Then, he heard a voice he never anticipated, like the last words left by Meng Fengzuo…

He said:

——[Open]!

Thus, the death of the West Sea, the sin of the West Sea, the evil of the West Sea, all under Ji Jue's careful preservation and control, everything originally bestowed to Ji Jue by the East City Wilderness Market, now returned with Violence Control!

Using Han Hui's rock-dyed dust as a medium, himself as a vessel, Non-Attack as a tool, the curse originally applied to Ji Jue's soul, under the transfer of the Circle Realm, returned to him in the most unexpected way at Han Hui's weakest, most enraged, and least prepared moment!

First came [Absolute Spirit], severing all spirituality; then [Removal], erasing all spiritual changes; next [Demotion], delivering a harsh blow to the nearly collapsing Heavenly Human Foundation…

Finally, it culminated in [Karma Reversal], forged from endless death, endless despair, and endless evil!

Boom!!!

Han Hui's body convulsed for a moment, surges of cloud energy burst around him, uncontrolled power rampaged, the viscous blood color crawling up his face, flooding his eyes, forcing him to experience all that Ji Jue once went through!

An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth!

With violence, [Violence Control]!

If the vengeance faced by the East City Bank was Chen Xingzhou's revenge, then what Han Hui was going through now was the gift personally prepared by Ji Jue!

And even more…

That moment, resonating throughout the East City, the loud echo rose from this place.

As Ji Jue's brain vanished under the transition of the Sky Rail, right at his feet, in the fallen ice bucket and Han Hui's disdainful beer, amidst countless ice cubes, the backup heart finally beat for a moment.

All the light and heat accumulated in the Thunder Pool turned into pure destruction, erupting completely in Han Hui's weakest moment!

Boom!!!

The vast East City quaked once more.

The ground suddenly shook, fierce winds swept wildly, and in the rarely populated, abandoned warehouse area of the Wharf District, a pillar of flame reached skyward!

Causing countless people to see nothing but blackness before their eyes

People stared blankly at the fierce flame that dyed the sky red, in a daze, as if seeing the setting sun rising once again from beneath the sea horizon against time.

Explosion?!

In a moment of shock, everyone went completely mad.

Every Chosen One already pushed to their limits, uncontrollably plunged into frenzy.

From morning till now, so many events, so much trouble, when everyone was on the brink of collapse, dare they still come?

You freaking, relentless!

In just a flick of a finger, streams of light appeared above the sky, the aura of Heavenly People revealed, openly and secretly, countless gazes were cast here.

And the Guardian on duty finally appeared.

He stood atop the sky, face somber, overlooking below, reaching out, suppressing the spread of flames.

Then he froze on the spot…

Feeling the aura coming from the sea of fire, so weak, so tragic!

The phantom of a giant serpent emerged from the spreading clouds, easily suppressing the flames and residual heat, but now it was already so broken.

Among the petrified scales and flesh, it was riddled with holes.

The rock-dye, just stabilized, began to spread once again, and beneath the spreading petrified cracks, oozed the viscous curse blood…

The uncontrollable Heavenly Power rampaging in the flames, constantly erupting, and futilely suppressed.

Until from the blackened ruins, a stumbling figure with half-charred body staggered out.

The dignity gone, the appearance lost.

Half of the face not yet entirely burnt, the expression twisted to the extreme, eyes blood red.

"Han Hui?"

Every gaze turned stiff, incredulous.

In the brief silence of death, sharp piercing sounds came from all directions.

From toppled electric scooters, shattered utility pole tops, smashed cars, to ships on the turbid sea and suddenly cut-off mall sound systems… synchronized, they sounded:

"Mr. Han, do you see you still have a chance?"

At this moment, under countless scattered dust, every speaker vibrated in unison, bringing the predetermined farewell words.

The reverberation lingered, never ceasing.

In front of the entire East City, a ruthless series of kicks were delivered to the downed foe!

Han Hui's spirit flickered, under the tangle of blood and curse, that burnt face lifted, looking towards the sky, the scarlet eyes peering around.

Yet no matter what, he couldn't find that face, couldn't find the enemy who long fled without a trace…

Ultimately, in the cold gaze of countless cameras, only futile roars and cries could be made in impotent rage.

No response.

Under the blowing sea wind, even the roar became blurred and wavering.

Like a stray dog, wailing in bloodshed.