Destiny is ashes

Chapter 508 Xie Gusu

"Only me? Interesting."

The Taiming Sect's Shenzang Zhenren, 'Guanming Sword' Xie Gusu, a swordsman with a cold and stern temperament, couldn't help but laugh when he heard An Jing's words.

He was not angry at An Jing's words, which were obviously meant to provoke him. He just felt it was ridiculous: "You are indeed a genius with a martial vein body, which gives you an advantage in this fragment of the underworld where magical powers are not obvious."

"But kill me?"

It was a word he had never thought of.

From birth until now, Xie Gusu has never experienced even a real failure.

This does not mean that he has not experienced setbacks. In fact, Xie Gusu's life is actually quite rough. His parents have been in conflict since he was a child, and finally separated. He moved from the warm geothermal basin area in the center of Chenli to the frost area on the edge. The conflict between him and his father was so great that they almost fought each other and regarded each other as enemies.

But in the end, he overcame them all.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was young to temper his mind. Even the disagreement between his parents did not affect his self-improvement. Moving to the remote north did not hinder his life, but instead became a whetstone for him to train his body and mind. The conflict with his father did not make him give up the path he wanted. Even if he had to beat his father down with his own hands, he would bear the infamy of beating his father and go to Taiming Sect alone to study.

Along the way, he encountered bandits who robbed the road, beasts that intercepted the convoy, and the sudden attack of the demon cult. He defeated the bandits, took the initiative to lead the beasts away to save the other civilians in the convoy, and finally led them to fall off the cliff. Although his team was dispersed by the demon cult, he still struggled to return from the depths of the snowfield.

Because of his background, he had to practice very hard, no one was optimistic about him, and there was no extra investment. He was beaten down in the ring by his peers, and he also failed in a mission and was punished by the sect.

But Xie Gusu overcame these disadvantages and hardships one by one, cultivated his martial arts veins step by step, upgraded his destiny from [a natural outcome] to [the moon rises from the sea], and finally achieved the realm of Shenzang.

He has experienced many challenges, failed, cried, and felt lost, but he has never truly failed.

Killing talented disciples from other sects. Although it was against his conscience, it was still a mission from the sect. Xie Gusu would not find it interesting, nor would he refuse. What he liked most was to fight with the disciples of other major sects and kill the disciples of Mingjing Sect. He had done this more than once. The last time was in the Arctic Ice Field, where he joined forces with various parties to kill one of the core disciples of Mingjing Sect, 'Zhenren Su Ran'.

Even that time, he did not feel his life was threatened.

But now, a mere kid at the peak of inner strength, who at most has a martial vein, actually dares to declare that "I am the only one who has the confidence to kill"?
"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. You just don't understand."

A deep chill spread from under the swordsman's feet. A mournful and solemn wind blew through the fragments of the underworld. The dripping rain became even deeper and colder. The dark water light formed an expanding lake or sea under Xie Gusu's feet, which continued to surge and overflow, turning into a deep and dark abyss.

The icy rain swept across the ruins of the Netherworld. The already decayed buildings instantly turned into smoke and dust. Even the demonic energy retreated briefly, allowing the dark blue sea to continue to spread.

[Magic power manifests: the moon sets and the sun hides in the vast sea]

Even in the fragments of the netherworld filled with demonic energy, Shenzang Zhenren can still use the power of the array in his body to activate his magical powers. This is a trap specifically set for those "those with heaven's favor" who are troublesome and slippery but not at a high enough level. Xie Gusu's magical powers have the power to drain vitality, imprison the netherworld, and block the method of relocation. He doesn't need to succeed in his move, just his existence, and all life in this area will gradually die out.

Drawing his sword, Xie Gusu said calmly to An Jing in front of him: "I want to see how you are going to kill me."

An Jing could feel that the breath of death that was originally only vaguely visible suddenly became obvious.

The icy rain had enveloped him, and the life-sucking icy water poured down on his body, dripping down his clothes and face.

Taibai Haoling's divine ban can lock up life and is not affected by the rain of magical powers, but the vague netherworld energy fills the surrounding world, making it impossible for him to escape, move, or even hide. ——Yes. That's it. Be careful, you think I am exaggerating on purpose, wanting to irritate you, make you angry, and then find a chance to escape——You think I think so, so you cautiously, step by step, besiege me and force me into a dead end.

His eyes flickered, and An Jing let out a breath. He raised his hand, with the word "kill" condensed in his palm. The long sword with a golden spine and blood blade was extremely eye-catching in the dark blue rain.

Along the way, An Jing actually thought more than he fought. This is not a bad thing, because An Jing is by no means a person who discriminates against force and advocates strategy. He not only thinks, but also practices, just like a general, who must plan thousands of miles away, but also has the courage to die within three feet.

He thought he was such a character, but in Huaixu, the enemy was too powerful. In a world where no one was a fool, there would be no enemy with just enough strength to provoke. The enemy would either not attack or crush them with thunder and lightning. To deal with them, pure force would only add a name to their prey's achievements. Even the soldiers on the battlefield would not think this way.

However, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this without the use of force.

Just like now, all strategies and trump cards have been used up. An Jing, with a body that does not even have a martial vein, defeated several martial vein demons and killed the military supervisor who had a martial vein and a magical communication object. He repelled the Shenzang Bingchi and defeated the Tieli Iron Cavalry.

He made preparations in advance, making the demon's plan fail. The eight high-level real people of Shenzang were unable to resist, and several great demon clones that were close to the power of a saint were repelled by him using his existing power skillfully. He was not only using his strong body to defeat the martial veins, he was actually using his strong body to defeat the saint!

Even with the blood of the emperor of the Dachen Empire, which had the underground veins, the strong city, and the magical weapons, it was impossible for them to do better than him.

But God thought that this was not his limit.

——Because you are destiny, you should do your best to grow and achieve things that others cannot achieve...

——Go break the predetermined fate...go create a miracle!

Because if even you can't create miracles, can't do 'what no one else can do'...

[Destiny] would no longer exist.

It seemed like there was a voice speaking.

"Do we really have to push it to this point?"

Xie Gusu raised his hand, and a gust of sword energy suddenly rushed out like a violent storm, knocking An Jing away - the terrifying power rolled up the mourning of heaven and earth, and the rain and the air were all blasted away by this sword energy that contained the most terrifying bone-corroding and life-rotting intention, and then a series of extremely dull roars broke out.

The gray-blue sword energy was like a giant god pointing a finger, pushing forward for thousands of meters, directly knocking An Jing into the earth and rocks, plowing out a long natural ditch.

But he didn't die.

He raised his arms to block his body, and the four silver-white arm bones flickered in the dim wind. Dark red and golden blood was dripping, and the flesh fibers were shattered. Even with An Jing's physical strength, his flesh was torn apart by the sword wind of the real person.

But his bones were extremely strong, with an almost divine texture, and the clanging and buzzing sounds they emitted resonated back and forth in the empty underworld.

The wind of the underworld seeped into his body.

The sword energy of injury is running.

(End of this chapter)