Free Web NovelChapter 1190: Chapter 647: Gongsun Guan (Double Chapter)
Chen Yi’s blood surged and reversed, he groaned and flew back, barely stabilizing himself after retreating seven or eight steps upon landing.
With just a finger, it seemed insignificant, yet it broke his sword strike.
This is the realm only a second-rank could achieve...
The Supreme’s figure had already floated dozens of feet away, seemingly about to merge into the denser darkness on the edge of Dragon Tail City and escape out of the city.
Chen Yi’s heart sank slightly: Could it be that this person is really going to escape?
Before the thought could finish,
he suddenly looked up.
The figure of the Supreme heading towards the distance was ephemeral like drifting smoke and clouds, fleeting, yet flashing repeatedly, unable to leave the confines of Dragon Tail City, as if trapped within the Five Fingers Mountain.
The Supreme’s steps halted, and before any thoughts could form, his vision was suddenly covered in a halo, a blinding white sheet.
Buzz.
An immense halo, appeared without warning in the direction of the city wall where the Supreme was about to escape.
The Supreme’s figure stopped abruptly, his swift form seemed to crash into an invisible wall, his expression under the mask wavered violently, and for the first time from the depths of his eyes, an expression of...
Shock.
At the center of the halo, a figure slowly emerged.
He was dressed in an expansive robe as white as snow, his appearance seemed no more than forty, gentle as jade. He emitted no overwhelming pressure, yet standing quietly there, he was like a stabilizing pillar, causing the chaotic battlefield to instantly fall into a bizarre tranquility.
Chen Yi exhaled, finally, he had waited for Gongsun Guan.
The Supreme halted his steps, staring intently at the man before him,
"It’s you...!"
The earlier shock had shifted to a voice filled with hatred, squeezed out from the Supreme’s throat for the first time.
He stared intently at that gentle and serene face, as if blood would drip out!
The blood-stained memories buried in the deepest depths of his heart suddenly exploded, recalling how his mentor, the last Purity Saintess, was "purified" by this very person in such pure light...
"Gongsun Guan!" The Supreme let out a beast-like, heartrending roar.
It was a dead end; he no longer thought of escaping, his figure turned into a dark stream of light, with a resolve as if to perish together, rushed straight towards Gongsun Guan.
His palms turned jet black like ink instantly, aiming straight for Gongsun Guan’s center.
Facing this terrifying palm force capable of instantly killing a fourth-rank master, Gongsun Guan merely sighed slightly and remained unmoved, only slowly raising his right hand, palm facing upwards. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
A circle of gentle golden halo spread out.
The Supreme’s palms, imbued with immense deadly silence and corrosive power, struck hard on the golden halo, producing only a fizzing sound like ice and snow melting, and boiling water pouring over snow.
The jet-black Qi Force wildly eroded the halo, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, rapidly dissolving, with only ripples spreading on the halo’s surface.
The Supreme’s expression under the mask changed drastically, his painstakingly pursued martial arts following his mentor’s practice appeared so... powerless in the face of the opponent?
No time to think further, his hands transformed into countless palm shadows, each containing different changes, either piercing acupoints and severing arteries, or corroding bones and hearts, or inciting heart demons, simultaneously he let out a shrill whistle, releasing several needle-thin, colorless and tasteless needle rain, silently shooting towards Gongsun Guan’s major acupoints.
He had exerted all his strength.
However, Gongsun Guan still stood steadfast in mid-air.
He pinched a mysterious Dharma Seal with his left hand and chanted True Words, the light circulated, completely isolating everything outside; no matter how cunning, vicious, or unpredictable the Supreme’s attacks were, they only caused stronger ripples upon striking the light shield before dissipating.
The Supreme no longer displayed the former ease when dealing with the official puppet and Yang Chongwei’s pincer attack.
Even he himself felt like a moth flying into the flame.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness, mixed with overwhelming hatred and a trace of barely perceptible fear, wildly grew in his heart.
Finally, a trace of resolve manifested in his eyes.
In the distant alleys, the Forbidden Army helped Yang Chongwei up, who still spat several mouthfuls of fresh blood, casually wiped it on a soldier’s shoulder beside him, then fiercely glared at the figure carrying the sword.
Chen Yi slowly approached the battlefield on the horizon, the situation seemed almost clear, everything was within their prior plans, using the tiger to swallow the wolf, drawing out the Chief Envoy, then the Supreme, striving to delay their steps until Gongsun Guan arrived.
However, for some reason, an inexplicable doubt arose in his heart,
"Why hasn’t Gongsun Guan delivered the final blow yet?"
