69novels Chapter 73 The Day of Divine Wrath
Chapter 73 The Day of Divine Wrath
He could no longer continue speaking. Before he could finish, Kong Tianxu's silver dragon claws gripped his throat and lifted him up.
The boy's eyes were filled with a mixture of gold and silver, radiating a devastating pressure.
Behind Kong Tianxu, the vengeful spirits floating in mid-air were all quite strange. They had lost their previous ferocity, and each vengeful spirit gradually transformed into a calm human face. With Kong Tianxu's movement, they all turned their heads in unison once again.
However, this time the target was the young people who had enslaved them.
The young man seemed to wake from a dream, and screamed in a shrill voice:
"No, Holy Son! Don't kill me! You've come to lead our sect to truly control this world. My grandfather is a Super Douluo, holding an extremely high position within the sect. I can introduce you to the sect. With your talent, if you can complete the Spirit Ascension Ritual, you will undoubtedly become the most powerful human in history, ruling the entire world! Only those of us with Holy Power are qualified to enjoy everything this world has to offer!"
His face broke into a fawning, chilling smile again, and his skin, as thin as a cicada's wing, cracked open, revealing flesh beneath that was abnormally pale and powdery like wood.
Kong Tianxu raised his short knife.
"You want to kill me? You are the Holy Son, destined to stand at the pinnacle of the continent, perhaps even ascending the steps to godhood. How much help can I offer you? And you want to kill me for a woman you've only met once? Don't you want her soul?"
The young man looked at Kong Tianxu's unwavering gaze, his voice turning cold as he asked with a hint of confusion.
Immediately, this confusion turned into a frenzied rage. He used all his strength to grab Kong Tianxu's arms, as if he wanted to tear the boy in front of him to pieces.
"How dare you kill me! I curse you, you deserve to die, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!"
With a "crack," a completely transparent arm snapped off. Only then did the young man realize the abnormality of his body. He looked at his only remaining arm in disbelief; the joints were covered in cracks, and countless flakes of skin were piled up in a heap.
"Since you know I will become a god," Kong Tianxu said unmoved, instead leaning closer to his ear, his vertical pupils like flowing lava, reflecting the thick, tangible fear behind the anger in the other's eyes.
"How dare you alter the script ordained by God?"
"I told you, I'm only here tonight to kill you."
At the last moment, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face, his eyes fixed on Kong Tianxu, as if trying to memorize every detail of his expression:
"So you weren't the Holy Son after all; the Proverbs were actually true."
"You are divine punishment, you are the destroyer, you are the Holy Spirit..."
The dagger fell. Its blade pierced his brain, pinning him to the wall. Not a drop of blood flowed from the wound.
The young man's last words came to an abrupt end, his eyes dimmed, and then his entire body slipped and scattered from Kong Tianxu's hands like dust, leaving not even a corpse behind.
The Holy Spirit Banner fell to the ground. Kong Tianxu released the short sword, still crackling with lightning, and caught it in his hand.
After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not destroy it. He probed into it with his spiritual power, and the hundreds of souls surged back into the flag, but the previous eerie aura was gone.
"They're all dead," Kong Deming, who had witnessed everything, appeared, glanced at the dwindling number of ghosts in the sky, sighed, and said:
"Xu'er, I've checked. No one escaped, and there are no other soul fluctuations here. The underground has been prepared, and all traces will disappear. Let's pack up and go."
"Okay." Kong Tianxu responded briefly, reaching out to inject something into the short sword. Then, it slowly rose into the silver light held up by Kong Deming, soaring into the sky thousands of meters high.
Seated within the stable barrier of his flying soul tool, Kong Tianxu looked at the buildings on the ground, which had been reduced to tiny dots. A short while later, a small plume of smoke rose from where he had just been.
His specialty is the standardization of close-combat soul tools.
In the lightning, all the Holy Spirit disciples will be wiped out, and the building will be completely erased in the explosion of the underground soul-guided device.
The evil soul master's Original Sin Extermination Soul Skill and the Myriad Soul Banner's Myriad Soul Heart Tear were both extremely powerful skills that could directly attack the soul master's soul. The reason he was able to remain unharmed was precisely due to the absolute characteristics of the Myriad Beginnings Returning to Origin Domain.
No matter how tricky the attack, as long as the soul power in his supporting domain is sufficient, it will not have any effect on him, making him virtually invulnerable to all attacks.
However, although he always knew that his ability should be a great counter to evil spirit masters, the remarkable effect in actual combat still surprised him slightly.
"Xu'er, take a rest." Kong Deming carefully soothed Kong Tianxu's emotions. He hadn't expected his grandson to kill such a powerful group of evil spirit masters so decisively, but this unexpected strength also brought him some worry.
"Never show this ability to others unless absolutely necessary. If the Holy Spirit Cult finds out, they might really go crazy without thinking."
Just as that evil soul master said, Kong Tianxu's ability is truly capable of shaking the entire foundation of the Holy Spirit Cult, and is even more effective than the divine attribute in suppressing their evil martial souls, which can be described as divine retribution.
Even Kong Deming couldn't guarantee that he could protect Kong Tianxu if he completely broke ties with those lunatics.
The boy nodded without speaking, still gazing silently into the distance, a hint of melancholy in his expression.
He killed the culprit, but it didn't make him happy at all; it seemed to be of no importance to him.
As night gradually thinned and the sky began to lighten, the long night passed, and the rising sun brought the first rays of light to the world.
Kong Deming looked at Kong Tianxu with some pity. Although he only knew the general outline of the incident, he could certainly empathize with the pain of watching someone disappear. Having experienced so much in life, he was well aware of it.
But he didn't offer any more words of comfort. As a Soul Master, taking the lives of others and losing the lives of those around you are both inevitable processes.
"Grandpa, take me flying higher," Kong Tianxu said, his voice weary yet unusually calm. "I want to see...the scenery from a higher vantage point."
His voice was no longer as chilling as when he casually destroyed the Holy Spirit; it was somewhat subdued. However, the expression on his face was serene, with a hint of enlightenment amidst his majesty.
The flying soul tool trailed a milky white light, instantly soaring into the clouds, almost invisible on the ground below. The starry sky seemed within reach, and he stretched out his hand.
He wasn't particularly saddened by Nana's death; what angered him was this cycle of life and death that he couldn't control.
The boy suddenly clenched his fist, and from his angle, the rising sun and pale moon were both contained in his palm. At this moment, he had no other thoughts in his mind.
Become a god! Become a god! Become a god!
He wants to control all the rules of the world, and he wants nothing in this world to ever go against his will!