I'm a magnetic field madman

But for Bai Chou, this is more than enough time to decide the outcome of the battle!

The peerless demonic blade clashes with the Heavenly Flame Purifying Sword!

The roaring fire skulls clashed with the majestic and unfathomable Heavenly Flame Greatsword!

Although Bai Chou only used a power level of 600,000 horsepower, he was still able to use the time-slowing property of the Peerless Demon Blade to prevent Po Meng's powerful move from getting close to him!

Although the time slowed down may only be one-thousandth of a second... for an extremely strong person, even one-thousandth of a second is enough time, one-thousandth of a second of opening, to give them an absolute advantage that can lock in victory!

chap!

Bai Chou's World-Destroying Sea Tiger Claw severed Po Meng's head in a fraction of a second!

As golden sparks erupted from the severed head, the holy archangel instantly disintegrated into countless golden fragments!

Victory had been achieved, but Bai Chou felt no joy whatsoever. Holding the crimson sword in one hand, his gaze sharp, he silently stared at the holy light in the sky!

At that very moment, countless thoughts and voices arose from the numerous pilgrimage teams whose curtains had been raised beneath Bai Chou's feet.

They gathered together, they prayed, they meditated, they sang!

Countless pains converged, yet on the other side of this dream, their power was purified, and the resulting pure magnetic field force was forcibly gathered before Bai Chou.

As countless rays of light converged, an intact Broken Dream stood before Bai Chou once again!

"I told you, you won't find anything here."

The countless gathered golden rays formed a broken dream before Bai Chou, seemingly unharmed.

He gazed at Bai Chou with a compassionate look and said softly...

"In the Lord's dreams, angels are immortal!"

And as if to echo his words, with the call to shatter the dream...

Suddenly, those miraculous infants who should have died at Bai Jingtian's hands appeared around him. In this "heaven", they also shed their painful exteriors and became sacred, as if they had broken through a dream!

They were compassionate, they were furious, they surrounded the white sorrow in the center, gazing intently, watching, and then—

It exploded suddenly!

Po Meng was somewhat taken aback, but he quickly realized that the primordial spirits of these miracle children no longer existed.

And without a doubt, it was Bai Jingtian who made the move!

"Immortal and indestructible? That's utter nonsense!"

Bai Chou sneered, and in an instant, six enormous, tangible energy energies appeared behind him!

From the ultimate Arhat to the flying beast! From the peerless demonic shadow to the world-destroying sword god! The six enormous tangible energy energies gave Bai Chou unparalleled pressure and momentum!

"You merely rely on the 'offerings' of those believers to ensure your constant flow of income... and you exist only as their 'war god.' Yes, perhaps here, you can endlessly resurrect yourself—"

"But you will also lose the possibility of becoming a stronger person!"

choke……

Three crimson sea tiger battle markings, like patterns of burning flames, slowly appeared on Bai Chou's forehead—his final battle markings! Bai Chou's tone was one of barely suppressed excitement and bloodlust…

"But whatever, you haven't yet bored me! Then I, Bai Chou, will defeat you again and again until I completely annihilate you!"

"Sea Tiger Explosive Fist - Kill!!"

109. Hell Soul-Destroying Sword

Father, if I am to become an emperor in the future, what kind of person should I become?

I have heard the teachings given to my peers in schools about morality, etiquette, and respect. If I were to become an emperor in the future, would I have to be a role model for everyone?

Bai Jingtian still remembered that when he was a child, his father, Bai Cinan, asked him this question during a break in a martial arts lesson.

What kind of person should I become? Or rather, what kind of person makes a good emperor?

Should I, as those who recount textbooks say, respect my father, be humble to my brother, and rule my people with respect and leniency?

Or should I be like you, Father, absolutely domineering and absolutely powerful... using strength to seize everything I want, and using strength to protect everything that belongs to me?

Should I take you, Father, as my role model?

Or should I strive to become the "good" version of myself that others admire?

How can I become a qualified emperor, to make you proud, Father, and to be the best Bai Jingtian?

Who should I take as my role model and make my own efforts?

That time, when faced with his question, his father did not give any direct answer for the first time.

The second son remained silent for a day, and then, on the morning of the second day, he took Jingtian to a place—

It was a solitary cliff standing in the middle of the sea. The surrounding ocean revealed the shapes of the cities that once existed there, and even beneath the sea, there were countless cities and the remains of life.

This place is a ruin that has been neglected for a very long time. It is a place that Emperor Bai Cinan does not allow others to set foot in, just like the sacred land of Master Tiandao.

When Jingtian was brought here, his father, Bai Cinan, told him that the place where Jingtian was standing was the place where he, Bai Cinan, had killed his father, Haihu!

Here, the second son personally killed his beloved father, killed the strongest man in the world, and became the most powerful person in the world!

Jingtian was terrified! He thought his question had upset his father... but no, the second son simply looked at his son and slowly began to tell his story.

In fact, just like Jingtian, the second son was also confused about how he should be a person when he was young, how he should become his father's pride, and how he should become the best Bai Cinan.

Unlike his eldest brother, the second son, the second son grew up amidst his father Haihu's praise... Compared to his eldest brother, who was frequently punished by their father Haihu, the second son's childhood could be described as "happy." This was because Haihu always praised him, while he always scolded his eldest brother.

Looking back now, that was actually my father's favoritism towards my eldest brother—because he valued him more, he placed high hopes on him...

Therefore, he used scolding to motivate his son to make more progress, but did not value his second son, so he treated him casually and was indifferent to his achievements.

The second son at that time was unaware of this, and therefore looked down on his elder brother.

Afterwards, he was sent to the Lion Clan, where he became the godfather of Lion Raven and the master of Great White Shark Tiandao... while his elder brother chose to leave the Lion Clan and wander alone.

Even back then, his older brother was far more mature than him. The eldest brother already knew that the Lion Society was not the place for him, and that Raven's teachings and ideals were not suitable for his thinking...

The Lion Society leaders, who are destined to be enemies of the Blue Dream Organization, will never be entirely kind to their brothers—but the second son is misled by the power of the strong.

Instead of reflecting on what kind of person he should become, he blindly worshipped Raven and others after seeing Raven and learning about the Way of Heaven.

He changed his hair to silver-white like his master's and learned his master's martial arts... He tried his best to show his talent and ability in front of his master and godfather.

He expresses himself, imitates the way of nature, and learns everything about the invincible great white shark in his mind!

He believes that imitating successful people is the right thing to do, and that the path of dominance is the right path he should take!

He should become a supreme god, like the Way of Heaven!

Therefore, even on the day his mother died, he forced himself not to cry.

In this respect, his older brother made the same mistake as him—they both wrongly imitated their idols, wrongly did not want to disappoint them, and wrongly did things they shouldn't have done.

The second son went down this path to the bitter end, while the first son suddenly realized the error of his ways.

Perhaps this is also because of the different life mentors they have. Compared to Raven, the lion who dotes on his adopted son, Hell will not hide his disappointment and rebuke towards the first man.

Later, the second son, who had been stubbornly clinging to a dead end, was deliberately educated by his adoptive father and chose to fight his elder brother to the death.

At that time, he even believed that this was the right thing to do, and that this was proof that he was walking on the path that Heaven had once walked!

Wasn't his master, Tiandao, also able to gain immense power only after losing his brothers?

But Raven never told him that Tiandao would rather die on the battlefield with his sworn brother, Dianyan, than live alone and awaken his earth-shattering power. The second son also never understood why the core of Tianwu Killing Path required people with the deepest emotions and true nature.

He never imagined that his master was actually never a domineering god, and that domineering thoughts were never the most important thing in his heart.

Then, at Lan Meng's urging, he killed his adoptive father, whose power was locked away by his utterly disappointed father, and he suffered the ultimate humiliation.

He had hated, he had resented, but during the three years he secluded himself after experiencing the lowest point in his life, he understood everything.

He realized his shortcomings compared to the first man, and that he was just a clown trying to imitate his master, Tiandao.

He never walked his own path in his life, nor did he understand what his path was.

After understanding all this, he emerged from seclusion, defeated his elder brother, killed his most powerful father, and obtained absolute dominance of his own!

The second son will never regret his choice! Because it was his own path, not a choice made by following someone else!

And this is what the second son taught him—

Go your own way, son. Never try to imitate anyone, even if that person is your father.

You don't need to be me. You should be yourself, be Bai Jingtian, not Bai Cinan's son!

Looking back, Jingtian questioned himself: Had he lived up to his father's teachings? Had he become Bai Jingtian, and not Bai Cinan's son?

He felt that he was not successful.

If he had been himself, he wouldn't have harmed his father that day. If he had been himself, he wouldn't have listened to his mother's madness... If he had been himself, he would have stopped his father's atrocities.

Now, after experiencing the excruciating pain of repeated soul piercings, Jingtian has come to understand this.

He wants to be himself, to be Bai Jingtian!

Be the person you want to be! Act according to your own actions and stop being influenced by others!

At this moment, Jingtian unleashed his own Hell Sword—or rather, the Hell Soul-Destroying Sword that he had comprehended and that belonged exclusively to him!

He climbed the towering thorn tower, and facing the holy son bound by countless thorns, silently raised his twin swords.

He will kill the Son of God, and at the same time, he will kill tens of millions of devout believers throughout Europe.

He will complete all of this with a heavy heart and deep sorrow, not because of sentimentality, but because he simply does not want to do it.

But—the Holy Son must die. Bai Jingtian will not go back to find any reason... He is no longer doing it for himself, but for that vague wish, a chance that can change the tragic fate of his fathers!

Nonsense—if this kind of behavior is being fussy, then I, Bai Jingtian, will become a fussy person!

"Seven Hundred Thousand Strengths - Hellfire Soul-Destroying Sword!!"

With a thunderous roar, the form of the Hell Swords in his hands suddenly changed!

Countless lines, like cold-weave steel, are wrapped around it, and upon closer inspection, the lines form a scene of hell!

The Ten Realms and Six Paths symbolize the scene and posture of the depths of hell in the legend of Buddha's feet.

Jingtian is not someone who has any particular beliefs, and the reason why his moves have become what they are today is probably just a matter of his understanding of the soul.

He delved into death, experienced death, felt the excruciating pain of his soul being shattered by his father's hellish sword, and then experienced this pain again after killing those miraculous infants.

To experience death is to understand death. To feel the excruciating pain of annihilation is to grasp the profound meaning of the soul.

What kind of miraculous effects will the Soul-Destroying Sword, wrapped in hellish patterns, possess in Jingtian's hands?

Undoubtedly, this is the deepest understanding of the concept of "harm"!

It's no longer just about recording cellular damage; it's about going a step further, something far more terrifying: the annihilation of the soul!

The countless thorns that entangled the Holy Son seemed to sense some great threat and began to retreat the moment the Soul-Destroying Sword appeared in Jing Tian's hand!

All Jingtian had to do was simply cut them down!

Those thorny vines that could never be cut or destroyed before vanished instantly under the terrifying Hell Soul-Destroying Sword!

The lush thorns were cut down in an instant, and in that instant, they turned to ashes.

Along with this, there were also the tragic cries of believers from an unknown place!

Jesus Christ, as the source of the suffering of countless believers, received strength from their suffering... and this strength turned into thorns of suffering that entangled him.

Therefore, cutting off the thorns that represent these pains also symbolizes cutting off the source that believers use to transmit pain and faith!

Therefore, when the earth-shattering event completely eradicates these thorns, those believers far away, those believers who are inflicting pain on themselves to prove their faith, can no longer transfer their pain to Jesus Christ!

Therefore, their self-destructive behavior will truly bring pain back upon themselves.

Even the pain inflicted in the past can result in a return of hundreds or thousands of times!

For an ordinary person with a weak spirit, such an act is tantamount to death!

With each terrifying strike, hundreds or even thousands of devout believers were killed! Their connection to Jesus Christ was severed, their distorted faith was broken, and their lives were taken away!

But Jingtian would not feel happy, for he knew he was doing evil, evil that he did not want to do!

"Stop...no..."

Emerging from among the countless thorns was a sincere plea to Bai Jingtian, the desperate pleas of the man bound to a chair, willing to endure the suffering of all humanity.

He was not afraid of death, but he lived to bear the suffering of people. He did not want to witness the birth, aging, sickness, and death of humanity; he was willing to bear the sins and pain of people!