Free Web NovelChapter 1675: Chapter 1292: Huaxue’s Revenge!
What could be more humiliating than being a man who believes he holds supreme authority, a man proud like a god, only to be defiled by a fellow man, a mere nameless soldier?
The anger brought by such humiliation is unimaginable, something that no one can accept.
Boundless fury instantly shattered Shakyamuni’s sanity, turning his face from red to yellow. The surging fire in his throat shot up to his brain, his eyes seemed ready to bleed.
"Transform!! Blood!!!"
Shakyamuni was so furious that his features shifted, even his hair roots flushed red.
Suddenly, he raised his fists high, his knuckles radiating dazzling light. Terrifying power erupted furiously from his Dantian, spreading like turbulent waves.
Rumble!——
The sound of exploding boulders roared as the entire Mystic Ice Bed beneath him shattered into powder.
The intense Fist Gang directly obliterated the ice crystal dome above Shakyamuni’s head, causing the air to ripple and chain reactions of explosions in countless ice fragments afar.
"Ahhhh!——!"
A roar resembling an enraged beast erupted from the collapsing dust.
Hundreds of phantoms, resembling tigers and sparrows, rapidly flew in from various directions, each feeling puzzled and terrified by the terrifying aura emerging from the dust.
"All of you get out!!"
A deafening roar suddenly spread from the smoke, Shakyamuni’s immense strength bursting forth like a raging sea, cracking large ice chunks and rock walls, prompting all arriving subordinates to turn ghostly pale and quickly retreat.
Boom!——
A circle of ominous, fierce evil energy shaped like crimson fire expanded bizarrely from the core of the smoke and suddenly contracted.
"What happened!?"
"What’s wrong with the Divine Sovereign?"
Many felt a spiritual tremor, faintly hearing a piercing bird cry that stunned their spirit. Then the distant crimson glow condensed into a line like Extreme Light, fiercely slicing across everyone’s eyes and instantly vanished.
When everyone’s burning sensation in their eyes faded, tearing up, they looked ahead once more. All they saw was the wreckage of ice melted into water and a charred piece of scorched earth where Shakyamuni seemed nowhere to be found.
There are many things in this world that martial arts cannot solve. Humans are considered the spirit of all creatures because of wisdom, not strength. If it’s about strength, even a donkey is stronger than humans, excluding Jiang Dali, with his exceptional talents.
As strong as Shakyamuni, who believed himself adept at manipulating hearts, he too was eventually played by people’s hearts. No matter how skilled in martial arts, no matter how long he lived, if he was despised and had no honor or dignity, what significance does life hold?
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At this moment, many players who recently joined the Heavenly Gate were alerted by the sudden collapse of the Ice Palace on the upper level of Zi Zai Territory.
But they were all on the ice mountain outside the Undisturbed Human Realm, unable to see clearly. They could only glimpse a sinister crimson shadow with terrifying power fluctuations flash by and disappear into the Void Heavenly Realm Gate on the third level of the Heavenly Gate reaching the skies.
"Brothers! Is this how we’re welcomed with fireworks on our first day joining the sect?"
"Stop joking! It looks like something happened to the Sect Leader. I just heard a roar. Could it be the Sect Leader is angered by what the Black Wind Village Chief did?"
"The Sect Leader found out so quickly about the incident at the Dragon Tiger Gang with the Black Wind Village?"
"It seems true the Black Wind Village Chief can transmit abilities to help people break through to the Heavenly Human Realm. Otherwise, why would the Sect Leader be so infuriated?"
On the ice mountain, amidst the fierce cold wind, the newly joined players of the Heavenly Gate discussed with various speculations.
Who would know that Shakyamuni, hiding inside the third level of the Heavenly Gate’s Void Heavenly Realm, already had his barely stable Heart Realm collapse again due to transforming blood. Fueled by immense anger, even his Phoenix Blood was triggered.
This time, not even the Holy Heart Technique could suppress this fiery evil.
Within the Void Heavenly Realm, a space entirely formed of Profound Ice, belonging solely to Shakyamuni...
Amid screams and cries like birds tearing through metal, Shakyamuni seemed transformed into a flame-covered monster, all his clothes incinerated by the crimson flames enveloping his body.
Moreover, his skin, face, even the hair on his head, started sprouting vibrant crimson feathers, and his fingernails grew longer and sharper like bird claws.
"Ahhh—No! No!—Ah!"
He screamed in agony, frantically tearing at the growing red feathers with his sharp claw-like hands, his eyes as dazzling as crimson gemstones, almost completely unlike a person anymore, more a creature of his fiery transformation.
"Holy Heart Technique!!! Ice! Ice! Suppression!"
He suddenly gaped, and with raised fists, his last surge of Inner Strength from his Dantian harnessing Mahavira’s power flowed through his meridians, released thoroughly.
A blinding white light immediately unleashed infinite power, enhancing the Holy Heart Technique significantly.
An astonishing cold force spread to his limbs and body, freezing the burning flames, freezing him from torso to neck, then to his entire head, into an ice sculpture of sparkling white, solidifying him in place.
Visible were strands of lava-like crimson blood inside the ice sculpture-like Shakyamuni, slowly flowing, sustaining the burning evil fire on his surface.
The power of the Fire Phoenix Bloodline was still releasing its horrifying residual influence, yet the Mahavira power inside Shakyamuni continuously exploded, helping the Holy Heart Technique to crazily suppress the evil fire within the bloodline, preventing an evil descent into becoming a Phoenix Demon again.
For a moment, a stunning scene of ice burning fire within and fire encased in ice appeared in this cold-filled Mystic Ice World, turning the Heavenly Gate Master into a paradoxically beautiful icefire artwork.
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The moon sets, black crows cry frost spreads across the sky, Jiang Feng fisherman lights face sleeplessness.
Holy Dynasty.
More than ten fishing boats docked at the ferry, among which one carried happiness and blush.
A night of spring sleep, the fisherman felt satisfied as if in a dream.
Blood Transformation Divine Venerable felt satisfied too, having just successfully enacted revenge. Unexpectedly, Shakyamuni found him so quickly, deciding to present this surprise early.
He didn’t bother with his Chi Jing body, letting seven or eight shocked fishermen stare in bewilderment. Standing on the foredeck of the boat, his eyes glistened with beauty and enchantment, seemingly like an ethereal fairy melting their hearts.
He could see the group of stinky fishermen coveting him but already felt satisfied.
Finish the satisfaction, followed by a strong wave of disgust.
Then...
Seven or eight cries culminated into a single scream.
The ground became a series of puddles converged.
The Blood Transformation Divine Venerable twisted the still dreaming fisherman who accompanied him through the night and gracefully left the fishing village.
Next, he planned to surrender at Lingyun Pavilion, presenting himself, Shakyamuni’s masterpiece, to Lingyun Pavilion, entrapping himself.
This was Shakyamuni’s second gift.
Being controlled by Shakyamuni equaled losing freedom.
Being imprisoned by Lingyun Pavilion also equaled losing freedom.
Since neither offered freedom, he might as well choose his way freely.
Blood Transformation Divine Venerable, famous for years in the Martial World, was not only ruthless to enemies but also harsh on himself...
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