Free Web NovelChapter 1257: Chapter 425: Who Has Never Been Heartbroken
Beneath the bronze mask was an unremarkable face.
So unremarkable that Yellow Sheri was not in the least bit surprised; she even thought it should be uglier.
But like a stone cast into water, ripples spread forth. A slight undulation of this face and it was shattered to pieces.
Beneath the bronze mask was originally an illusion, and the layer of illusion on the face was also shattered!
Yellow Sheri’s strike was so terrifying, clearly avoided, yet unavoidable.
The Subduing Demon Staff, defeating evil and obliterating laws, kills to save lives.
And so, people saw the true face of Mu Country’s mysterious prodigy.
The entire World Stage fell silent for a moment.
What kind of face was this?
Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, ears, not a single flaw, not a single aspect not beautiful.
Every astonishing detail seemed as if carefully sculpted by a master artisan, yet absolutely no one could sculpt such perfect features.
This was an incredibly beautiful face.
A beauty that transcended the meaning of gender.
Regardless of age or gender, regardless of one’s level of sophistication, everyone could feel this beauty.
The bronze mask, now shattered into pieces, was falling.
People’s gazes converged upon this face.
Many were infatuated and intoxicated, many marveled, and many envied.
Perhaps the Heavenly Dao is flawed, often leaving regrets in the human world.
The beauty of the world often cannot last.
At this moment, at the brow of this beautiful face, there was a shallow dent, the mark left by the Subduing Demon Staff as it struck down.
Marked with the smile of the Yellow-faced Buddha.
It subdued the divine radiance of this beautiful face, and its influence was continuously expanding.
When previously masked in battle, people did not feel anything amiss. However, upon seeing this face and then the dent, they surprisingly felt heartbroken.
How cruel of Yellow Sheri from Jing Country!
Three bloodlines, originating from the dent, meandered down, following the high and prominent nose bridge, silently flowing, gracing this incomparably beautiful face.
A testament to the ferocity of Yellow Sheri’s strike.
And no one knew what method Deng Qi used to protect himself, allowing his forehead to avoid being utterly shattered.
But these three meandering bloodlines, rather than spoiling the beauty of this face, instead added a vivid essence to his beauty.
You could then feel that this person truly exists.
Indeed, there are people in the world who can have such features.
With the jade-like face set against red blood, there was an added touch of poignant beauty, involuntarily arousing pity in the hearts of onlookers.
People came to Guanhe Platform to witness the competition of prodigies from various countries, to see a turbulent and pinnacle showdown; no matter how splendid a prodigy, they might be cast down to dust...
One could say that all spectators have mental expectations for any situation, but at this time, many sighs were heard.
On the viewing stands, Helian Yuyun, having seen Yellow Sheri and Zhao Rucheng ’hand in hand’ on the Arena a moment earlier, couldn’t help but ask: "Yuzhen, do you think this Yellow Sheri has any connection with your Wash Moon sect? I see she has a Buddhist nature, possesses Bodhi, and can chant sutras, she seems quite suited to be a Buddhist nun."
Yuzhen responded quietly: "Your Highness Helian Yun, isn’t it quite obvious she’s not one of us?"
The next moment, Zhao Rucheng’s mask was shattered, the illusion of his face broken, revealing his true countenance upon the World Stage.
Helian Yuyun’s eyes still fixed intently on the Arena, but her left hand immediately stretched horizontally, blocking Yuzhen Nun’s eyes, her tone sincere: "Then do not watch any further, do not let such heretic sects contaminate your pure eyes."
Yuzhen: ...
If anyone’s heart was broken, none could surpass Yellow Sheri’s heartbreak.
There is no one in the world who pities flowers more than her, Yellow Sheri. Yet, it was she who struck this extraordinarily beautiful face with the Demon-Subduing Pestle, even leaving a mark and drawing blood!
Of course, drawing blood can only be considered a minor injury; the initial intention was to shatter the entire head, it was just that most of the force had been deflected...
But now the face was completely different!
Before the strike, it was a bizarre bronze mask, but after the hit, such a beautiful face was revealed.
How could Yellow Sheri not be heartbroken?
However, heartbroken as she was, and as much as her heart ached.
Yellow Sheri’s steps did not slow down in the least; wielding the Demon-Subduing Pestle, she hurriedly moved forward.
Strike while the enemy is sick, take his life!
Yellow Sheri is indeed a woman who clearly separates her career and her hobbies!
She likes beautiful people, there is no mistake.
The more beautiful, the more she likes.
Deng Qi of Mu Country was of course a great beauty.
Just in terms of facial features, he tops everyone she has ever seen in her life, his beauty beyond description.
Simply too beautiful for words!
But on the battlefield, victory comes first. When armies collide, life and death must be decided!
The smile of the Yellow-faced Buddha was imprinted on his brow, also pinning down his spirit.
This is truly a moment for a life-or-death decision!
Yellow Sheri not only quickened her pace, the striking point of the Subduing Demon Staff remained focused on that face.
She nearly wept.
What a waste of heavenly gifts!
But that is the best striking point determined under the state of Bodhi magical enlightenment at this very moment.
I’m actually about to personally ruin such beauty.
I, Yellow Sheri, truly have a heart of stone, I am inhuman!
Suppressing her rich emotions, with waves of turmoil inside her heart, Yellow Sheri’s actions were unaffected, and in the impulse of tears brimming in her eyes, she leaped and swung the Demon-Subduing Pestle.
But!
She suddenly felt an intense sense of crisis.
A terrifying and shuddering aura erupted from this beautiful person in front of her.
Bodhi magical warned her.
If this strike lands, the one likely to die is herself!
No more advance!
Yellow Sheri made a split-second decision, held the Demon-Subduing Pestle vertically in a defensive position while rapidly retreating!
As quick as her advance, her retreat was also swift.
She was a true powerhouse, prioritizing victory above all else in battle, confident in her judgment, and resolute in her execution.
However...
Deng Qi of Mu Country, this peerless beauty, did not launch an immediate counterattack.
But his gaze drifted towards the crowd below.
At this centerpiece of attention, at the pivotal moment of this peak battle.
Suddenly, he cast his eyes beyond the battlefield, actually looking down at the audience!
What was there below?
At this moment, was there anything more important than this fight?
This was a battle for the future, a battle of life and death, a battle for glory!
People followed his gaze.
What could be below?
In truth, it was void of anything substantial.
Except for one person...
A figure with tears streaming down his face!
A green robe draped over a tall and straight figure, a famous sword hanging from his waist, adorned with the jade of the Nameless.
Immobile, yet tears fell like rain.
Silent, yet a hero among men!
There stood Qi Country’s pride, Jiang Wang, ranked among the top four in the Inner Mansion.
The one who had strongly defeated Chu’s exceptional talent, Xiang Bei, and was now watching the battle below, Jiang Wang!
Zhao Rucheng looked at him.
He looked back at Zhao Rucheng.
Above and below the platform, their eyes met.
This gaze came two whole years too late.
Since the fall of Fenglin City, they had not seen each other again!
They had thought that their parting in front of the Merit Hall would be their last farewell. (Volume 1, Chapter 123)
Back then, they had merely completed another mission together, divided the merits, and each gone home. But why, from then on, was there no longer a "home"?
The two of them just looked at each other.
The usually more tearful Zhao Rucheng did not shed a single drop.
The normally stronger Jiang Wang, on the other hand, had tears breaking forth like a downpour.
"Jiang Wang."
Zhao Rucheng spoke up from the platform, his voice returning to its natural tone, no longer awkward.
The time spent demon hunting in the Border Wilderness had completely rid him of his naivety.
Revealing his true face at this moment was an accident, but he quickly accepted it and chose to face it.
His expression was very serious and sincere.
Thus, in this moment, it was he on the Arena who resembled an elder brother more, while Jiang Wang below appeared more fragile and helpless.
He went on to say, "From now on, live well as a man of Qi Country, serve as a Qi official, pursue a great future, live a joyous life. Do not carry the burdens of the past. Whatever Zhuang Country owes you, I will claim for you. What Zhuang Country owes our elder brother, I will claim for him. I will take the title of Kui, and it will be me who walks the path ahead. I will bear everything." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Zhuang Country?
What does Zhuang Country owe Jiang Wang? What do they owe him?
The spectators immediately remembered the abandonment of the competition by Zhuang Country’s talent Lin Zhengren!
How could Qi Country have faced Zhuang Country in the first official round? Why did Lin Zhengren, fearing his opponent to such an extent, suddenly suffer from Blood Ghoul Backlash and abandon the match?
Too much story was hidden between the lines, too many secrets!
Jiang Wang gazed at Zhao Rucheng, looking at him as if he would never see him again.
Silently.
He was speechless.
A fanciful wish had unexpectedly come true, that faint hope had indeed shone into reality.
The dear brother he thought he would never see again was now standing right before him.
All along this path...
It was too tiring, too bitter!
Although he never complained and never slackened, there had been times when he truly wished to have someone to share the burden.
And who could share it?
In this world, apart from those who had lived through that same moment, who could truly empathize?
He didn’t know why he was crying.
His heart was filled only with joy, overflowing with joy, almost bursting from his heart, yet he couldn’t help but cry.
He wept with joy but could not utter a single word.
Old alleys and long streets, the old tower, past events often linger in dreams.
Do not mock a hero for shedding tears, for who hasn’t felt heartache!
In the spectator stands, Ye Qingyu almost immediately turned to look at Ye Lingxiao.
If something regarding Zhuang Country had to be done on the Guanhe Platform, Yun Country might be able to provide some proof.
Without turning his head, Ye Lingxiao sent back a message through voice transmission: "This matter is not simple. Let’s wait and see."
Putting aside these two young talents, merely the younger generation.
Even if the two of them from the platform above and below truly represent Mu Country and Qi Country.
Zhuang Country is also a nation with a True Man of the Age in its midst, commanding a territory four thousand miles wide, with strong soldiers and horses.
It is the nail that Jingguo has driven into the Western Territory, as well as the strongest force of the Dao Sect in the West.
Whoever attempts to bully them, Jingguo, as a sect country of the Dao, will not stand idly by.
Have you not seen that even though Lin Zhengren of Zhuang Country lost face to such an extent, Jingguo has not decreed his execution to brandish power.
Ultimately, Zhuang Country itself already has quite enough weight.
Meanwhile on the Arena, after Zhao Rucheng finished speaking, he turned his head back to look at Yellow Sheri.
When he looked at Yellow Sheri, his charming peach blossom eyes held nothing but indifference.
The sound of a terrifying sword cry rose within his body.
And the smile of the Yellow-faced Buddha, imprinted on his forehead, shattered in an instant!
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Old alleys and long streets, the old tower, past events often linger in dreams.
Do not mock a hero for shedding tears, for who hasn’t felt heartache!
— "Nameless" · How Profound the Affection
