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Chapter 436 [Title: King Chujiang, the Second King of Hell!]

The moment the outline of that face emerged from the ice crystal mirror.

It instantly gripped everyone's attention.

Several kilometers away in the sky.

The war correspondent team protected by Lin Yu and his special apostle abilities.

All the cameras instantly locked onto that face.

Chen Tao's breathing almost stopped, his fingers pressed tightly on the mute button of the communicator.

They were afraid that even the slightest noise would disturb the person.

The face reflected in the mirror was different from that of ordinary royalty.

He didn't look any different from ordinary people.

It was the face of an old man with a touch of ancient simplicity and dignity.

His long, gray-white eyebrows slanted into his temples, deep nasolabial folds were etched on both sides of his mouth, his nose was high and straight, and his chin was covered with a long, gray-white beard.

If it weren't for those eyes indifferently looking down at the island below.

Chen Tao and the others all thought these were their own people.

wrong
Everyone suddenly realized what was happening.

The other person is still different from normal people.

And the differences are huge!!
That is in terms of body shape.

The immense pressure emanating from the mirrored face far surpasses that of the hundred-meter-tall fiery giant in the Arctic.

Chen Tao's voice rolled in his throat.

"Push it up, push all focal lengths to their limits, capture every single detail, Arlene! Don't move the wide-angle! I want the contrast between the entire sky and the island."

Arlene's fingertips were icy cold, but her adrenaline was surging.

Her wide-angle lens framed the enormous face that covered almost half the sky alongside the tiny island below, creating a striking visual contrast.

It silently conveys the oppressive feeling brought by the enormous object.

The moment the human face appeared, the king's offspring lay paralyzed at the edge of the giant pit, its chest caved in.

His eyes suddenly burst forth with a light of wild joy.

Like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

It struggled, as if trying to scream for something.

However, Jiang Wei didn't even glance at it.

That slender, jade-like right hand, which had once blasted him into the abyss with a single punch, simply clenched its fist lightly in the void.

"puff--"

Like a rotten tomato that has been crushed.

Before the pseudo-king species could even utter a complete wail, its entire body suddenly collapsed and exploded in front of everyone.

The icy blue filthy blood, the pale white bone fragments mixed with the remains of internal organs, splattered out in a radial pattern.

The pit bottom was turned into a filthy and chaotic slaughterhouse.

Jiang Wei, however, remained barefoot, dangling from the edge of the pit, her long dress spotless.

Not even the hem of her skirt was stained with a single drop of dirt.

The shockwave swept past, only causing a few strands of her red hair to flutter slightly across her forehead.

She finally slowly raised her head, her ruby-like eyes piercing through space and calmly landing on the huge old man's face reflected in the ice crystal mirror.

The voice was clear and cool, penetrating the sea breeze and the distance with perfect clarity, echoing in the ears of every breathtaking listener:

"I remember you."

"You have hunted me down seven times throughout my life."

In the mirror, the old man's dignified and indifferent face rippled with an extremely subtle movement.

A faint trace of surprise flashed across the depths of those calm, unchanging eyes.

He did not respond to Jiang Wei's accusations that spanned a long period of time.

He simply focused his gaze slowly on Jiang Wei.

His mouth moved slightly.

"Greetings, Lady Nuba."

An aged voice boomed down from the heavens.

The roaring waves, with a strange rhythm, caused the temperature of the sea to drop sharply, and even the surging waves seemed to be frozen instantly.

This greeting carries the solemnity of ancient rituals.

However, it looks more like a protest.

The words have not yet fallen.

click
Boom! ! !

The ice crystal mirror that covered the sky suddenly shattered.

Countless ice crystal fragments of varying sizes transformed into a torrential downpour that covered the entire island and the surrounding sea.

Ice crystals crashed onto the black bone island.

It emitted a dense, tinkling sound and splashed up fine ice shards.

It fell into the sea and instantly froze a large area of ​​waves.

It forms floating icicles.

In this torrential rain.

A giant hand violently tore through the shattered mirror and emerged from the void beyond.

"My God."

Inside the command room, a young technical sergeant murmured incoherently, his body staggering backward uncontrollably.

It crashed into the cold metal bulkhead.

On the screen.

That outstretched giant hand became the sole protagonist.

It is no different from a human hand, with five distinct fingers and clear palm lines.

However, when its size was enlarged to cover a small portion of the island...

This indistinguishability then transformed into the purest form of terror.

His skin was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his knuckles resembled jagged rocks.

It was also covered with dark brown age spots.

The shadow cast by this hand, merely suspended in the air, completely engulfed the central area of ​​the island.

A sense of insignificance and suffocation stemming from the instinct for survival.

It gripped the hearts of every soldier who witnessed this scene through the screen.

This sense of oppression is more than ten times stronger than that of the hundred-meter-tall fire giant on the Arctic ice field.
It's an absolute dimensional crushing victory.
It is the gods looking down upon the mortal world.

At the same time, the reporter team quickly retreated under Lin Yu's control.

A distance of several kilometers, in front of this giant hand, a mere flick of a finger would be enough to easily crush them.

Although Arlene's fingers were trembling slightly, she was still rapidly adjusting the magnification of the wide-angle lens with amazing professionalism, continuously shrinking the image.

Until that enormous, sky-covering hand was completely framed within the edge of the viewfinder.

Jiang Wei, being so small, became an almost negligible white dot.

On the island.

Faced with this colossal hand that could topple the heavens and crush mountains, Jiang Wei remained calm.

The overwhelming, chilling aura stopped automatically a few feet in front of her.

The pure white dress remained motionless in the sea breeze and cold current.

She seemed not to have heard the greeting "Greetings, Lady Nuba" at all.

Her indifferent gaze swept over the massive hand covered in age spots, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice remained cold:

"If the people of Zhuozhou and Weijun knew that their King of Hell had become such a wretched, inhuman creature, what do you think they would think of you?"

Hear this.

The giant hand that was about to slam down suddenly froze.

From the space behind the shattered mirror, a very faint groan seemed to come.

The pale, giant hand covered with large age spots remained frozen in mid-air for a full two breaths.

Two breaths, on such a critical battlefield.

It was as long as a century.

Ice crystal fragments continued to fall.

It struck the solidified back of the giant hand, making a soft, crackling sound.

Finally, the giant hand changed its trajectory, no longer pointing directly at Jiang Wei, but instead slamming heavily onto the ground not far from Jiang Wei's side.

Boom! ! !

The entire Blackwater vortex trembled violently.

Centered on the point where the giant palm landed, a visible gray-white shockwave spread wildly along the ground, and wherever it passed, the black giant bones, harder than steel, shattered inch by inch like rotten wood.

The edge of the shockwave slammed into the coastline at the edge of the island, stirring up black, bone-like waves tens of meters high.

The island groaned under the weight of the burden.

It seemed as if it might sink into the deep sea at any moment under this tyrannical force.

However, Jiang Wei, who was at the very edge of the storm, did not have a single strand of hair disheveled.

The violent shockwaves, like the most docile pets, obediently circled around her within a few meters. Not even the hem of her trailing skirt stirred a ripple.

She merely tilted her head slightly, looking at the giant hand that stood so close, like a mountain peak, her eyes showing not a trace of emotion.

Followed by.

The giant hand that had been pressing down on the island, temporarily serving as a fulcrum, suddenly exerted its force.

Above the sky, in the space behind the shattered mirror
An arm, covered with the same deathly pale skin but dressed in some ancient and luxurious dark blue wide-sleeved robe, emerged fully.

On the sleeves, a pattern of surging, icy hell was embroidered with extremely fine silver thread.

Then came the broad shoulders, also covered in a deep blue ancient robe, like those of a mountain range.

finally--

A head slowly emerged from that space.

Wearing an antique-style, sharply defined, dark blue square crown, with delicate ice crystal beads hanging from the edge of the crown, reflecting a cold light as it swayed slightly.

Beneath the crown was the old man's face, which had already been reflected in the ice mirror.

Its long, figure-eight-shaped beard hung down to its chest, and its color was also grayish-white.

As his head emerged, it swayed slightly in the biting cold wind.

When this enormous head was fully revealed under the sky.

An indescribable, chilling pressure swept across the entire world.

[Title: King Chujiang, the Second King of Hell]

The large golden characters floating above the head exuded a majestic divine power.

Yama's true form has descended!
Just as this title appeared, the head of King Chujiang was fully revealed.

A figure disappeared from the shadowy ruins swept away by the shockwave of the giant hand at the edge of the island.

The next moment.

He has appeared outside the island.

Several kilometers above the sea surface, a distance from the massive, mountain-like head of King Chujiang.

Fang Qingyu stood on the sea.

His figure remained as steady as a rock amidst the sea breeze and ice crystal fragments.

He gripped Chi You's blade tightly in his hand.

On the blade, the dark red rust that resembled congealed blood scabs now seemed to pulsate and circulate slightly, as if alive.

A fierce and savage aura emanated from the blade.

Fang Qingyu's dark eyes were deep, reflecting the enormous head and neck of King Chujiang.

Holding the knife with both hands, his movements seemed slow as he slowly swung it down towards the exposed neck of King Chujiang.

hum-

On the edge of Chi You's blade.

A point of pure, concentrated white light suddenly shone brightly.

The moment the light shone.

It seems to ignore the concepts of space and time.

Just moments before, the white light on the blade was only a faint point.

The next moment!
A white blade mark stretching across the sky and earth has already torn apart the view.

It seemed to have been cleaved from the beginning of time, or descended from the end of time.

On everyone's retinas, only a white crack remained, instantly covering the entire sky and completely separating King Chujiang's enormous head from the island below.

Wherever the knife left its mark, countless ice crystal fragments fell from the sky, silently turning into the finest dust.

"Um?!"

On that head adorned with the blue square crown, emotions finally surfaced in those icy blue vortex eyes.

King Chujiang's gaze locked onto the source of the white light and blade marks with lightning speed.

That empty sea surface.

However, the instant his gaze swept over it...
Fang Qingyu's figure had long since disappeared from the sea.

When he reappeared, he was hovering in the void, completely level with the enormous head of King Chujiang.

A man and a god confront each other across space.

Fang Qingyu held the Chi You Blade, which emitted a blinding white light. His figure was as small as a speck of dust, but his aura was like a pillar supporting the sky, piercing straight into the heavens.

With lips slightly parted, four words, like a divine decree, echoed clearly between heaven and earth:
"All things return to the same source!"

boom! ! !
The voice just fell.

Behind them, the void suddenly collapsed.

A phantom image of a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) disc with a diameter exceeding one hundred zhang (approximately 33 meters) suddenly appeared.

The lights in the eight trigram areas rotated wildly.

As Fang Qingyu finished speaking, the Kun and Kan trigram areas suddenly burst forth with unprecedentedly brilliant light.

“Rumble——!!!”

Below, the dark sea, which had appeared lifeless under the oppressive power of King Chujiang, lay still.

As if violently stirred by an invisible giant, it instantly became violently boiling.

Countless massive sea serpents, as thick as dragons and as black as ink, roared and soared into the sky.

Their target was not King Chujiang's head.

Instead, it was the giant hand that remained firmly pressed onto the island, serving as the fulcrum for its descent.

at the same time!

From the depths of the sea came a deep, thunderous roar.

The island's foundation trembled violently, and countless gray-black "stone vines" formed instantly from hard sea rocks and seabed silt burst through the seabed and the island's edge, frantically coiling and climbing with immense force, locking themselves onto that pale giant hand covered with age spots.

Giant sea serpents intertwine with rocky vines.

The arm supporting King Chujiang was firmly imprisoned on the collapsing black bone island.

All of this, from the manifestation of the Bagua compass to the locking of the giant hand.

In fact, it all happens in the blink of an eye.

At the very instant that the giant hand was completely secured by the chains of seawater and rocks...
The white knife mark that stretched across the sky had silently appeared from the neck of King Chujiang, who had just reached out.
It flashed by.

Time seemed to have completely frozen at this moment.

All sounds in the world disappeared.

All that remained was the white blade mark that severed everything, leaving a lingering afterimage in everyone's sight.

next second.

A dark blue fountain of blood, like a burst dam, suddenly poured down from the sky.

It instantly enveloped the entire island and its surrounding waters.

It fell into the sea and instantly froze a large area.

The floating icicles were dyed an eerie, ghostly blue.

Blood rain obscured the view, turning the sky into a murky dark blue.

"The hand! That hand is still there!!"

Inside the medical compartment of the Haijiao-3 submarine.

A young soldier with bandages wrapped around his leg suddenly pointed at the screen, his voice trembling with excitement, almost jumping up.

The screen was blurred by the blood rain, but everyone could see it clearly through the dark blue rain curtain.

The pale giant hand, which was firmly locked to the island by countless sea serpents and rocky vines, still exists.

It did not disappear with the pouring of blood.

what does this mean? !

"He didn't dodge! Fang Shen's blade struck! It severed at least one of his arms!"

A veteran who had experienced the Arctic campaign slammed his fist into the metal bulkhead next to him with a dull thud, his eyes bursting with ecstasy.

"Won?!"

Inside the command center, a staff officer could no longer contain himself and cried out.

"Slay the arm of the god! Slay the arm of the god!"

Jiang Qi clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.

His body trembled slightly with excitement.

The entire Dawn Legion.

Whether it was the soldiers watching intently inside the submarine, or Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and others who were on standby at the edge of the island and witnessed the entire process.

They couldn't help but show joy on their faces.

They severed the arm of such a terrifying being.
What an achievement this is!

However, just as this boiling ecstasy was beginning to rise...
An aged voice pierced through the rain of blood.

The sound resonated clearly in everyone's ears and echoed throughout the entire Blackwater vortex sea area.

"Ah"

"Cut off my arm."

The voice paused, as if savoring the fact.

"Will it boost the morale of your human race?"

(End of this chapter)