Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Holy Line
"Haha, I love that feeling deep in my heart. I’ve spoken a lot about it, so I’ll wait for you to truly experience it. Yang Chuan remains undetected. The power of Olympus gods is formidable, yet ironically, the connection lies deep within. It’s Mr. Yang who allows you to savor the charm of his essence. No matter if it’s Mr. Li, the Heavenly Sword above, or the disciplined lady, none of them can let your heart relax!" Willie said with a smile.
However, Deep Card scoffed, "That’s only natural. A foster daughter’s breath—like us elders—it’s unmistakable!"
"How remarkable!"
Willie sneered coldly and injected unique energy belonging to a follower into the Holy Line.
The sociology professor!
In an instant, amidst tranquility and indifference, the towering choice of a significant figure suddenly absorbed life’s energy, from an ordinary beginning to filling the surrounding skies, earth, and arena with sighs. Over time, the center radius of a hundred miles gathered torrents at the main hall aquarium, converging into this realm of liquid motion.
"Such impressive spirit!"
Witnessing this scene, even those from the Thousand Sword sect began to feel dazed. At that moment, the liquid aura within the declaration scroll emitted a unique fragrance, faintly healing the wounds on their bodies.
The place was suffused with spiritual energy!
At that time, Willie said, "All of you who desire breath, it’s here! Although the two factions cannot grasp the exact location like us, Mr. Yang’s breath is unmistakable."
Despite a continuous exchange of dialogue, Willie’s movements danced with Sunx Lihui, and in a flash, the liquid-filled arena became a suffocating burden.
As he continued, waves of dark energy surged forward—not accompanied by intention.
What’s this?
The Heavenly Sword Merchant and those deeply entrenched froze in their positions, their association with Yang Chuan deeply rooted in their sense.
Their agitation grew more intense, trembling as it reached its peak.
For all of them sensed it. Although the aura was different from before, they had no doubts—it was the breath they knew well.
The ancient embodiment of Yang Chuan’s spirit!
"Hena Brother!" My God!"
Qi Fangyan could hardly contain excitement, moving forward recklessly. Those entrenched in the profound realm and Xin Fangguo stood upright in unison.
And Willie, observing the figure approaching him, revealed a grin tinged with triumph.
"No!"
"Though it resembles Yang Xiangshan’s spirit, it’s not from the Cultivation World."
The waters churned, and amidst the Shen Family and Shen Qingguo, those seated innocently found their spirits moved.
But through such sensitivity, it remained clear—no one detected the two factional imprints before their very eyes.
"You dare deceive me!"
With cold resolve, Deep Card’s face twisted as icy venom flared.
Willie grew visibly alarmed.
All plans and calculations he painstakingly prepared hinged on draining these people—and now it felt impossible to act!
Why? Had his grand schemes been shredded by the blade of fate itself?
But among this unexpected turmoil, amidst sudden outbursts of affection, Shen Yuanqiang and Chenn Shengyuan found themselves forced to retreat several steps after enduring the ruthless pressure of two forces clashing upon the cliffs. Blood spilled from their mouths, and their eyes flared with rage.
Simultaneously, a voice reverberated through the air, sharp as a blade slicing through the heavens: "How dare you smother mouths with lies!"
"Great! Ali Monk!"
Upon hearing this, William arrived swiftly. He floated lightly across the skies, wearing a mocking expression, choosing to wield life or death as he pleased!
"Dead?"
In the moments Shen Yuanqiang gasped amidst bitter struggles, the long blade Chicher growled, "Madmen never forget madness!" Where are you now? Even on their own, it’s the same.
"Who?"
Listening to William—a smile played at the corners of his lips as he asked with certainty.
The confession—was it revealed slowly, intentionally drawing nearer.
"You..."
Strong Jian trembled as he looked intently at Deep Card.
In contrast, Willie declared boldly, "Let love’s startling amazement shatter your ordinary bonds of friendship. Don’t you realize Yang’s family has surrendered their legacy within China?"
Jiang Jiandao ridiculed him: "Old man, you’ve already lost to time! Stop forcing matters. But even if you understand, you refuse death or surrender!"
From Korea’s facade emerged Shen Yuanba—the selected heir amidst national feud—standing boldly. Though formerly Maisried sustained grievous hurt, life offered no leniency.
"If an elder hides, what’s the use of longing for bygone eras?"
Seeing this, Shen Yuanqiang—representative of national ties past—smirked amidst melting tensions, spilling tears neither warm nor cold in response.
Bang!
Space shattered once more, and out of the pitch emerged Shen Yuanqiang flanking Jiang Jian’s deadly strike...
Shen Family sovereign.
"Father!"
Original manifestation.
Eyes fixated on Strong Jian’s trembling blade piercing the crown.
Among black-clad disciples dwelling in sacred halls, Heavenly Sword’s found anguish written across their faces as they hoped to intervene.
Yet decree marks pinned by Shen Qing and Shen Qingguo rendered all countermeasures futile. None possessed Jiang Jian’s sacred relic—finer, faster than the rising Xiaxia Rice.
Against Jiang Jian, Thousand Sword Merchant equals stood hollow amidst Deep Card’s agony; their cosmic artifacts irrelevant against wounds in the Ales lineage.
Deep Wen mourned crimson eyes for Old Zhang lost amidst gripping farewells.
Representations of scattered sects boldly formed allegiance aboard Strong Jian’s burgeoning prowess.
Willie seemed victorious, unveiling cruel intensity.
"Finished! Patriarch supreme!"
Jiang Jianyu—unchallenged amidst encroaching fate—grinned savagely, sharpening his sword’s resolve heavier still, until it claimed Deep Card’s throat within a heartbeat.
Crack!
At distress-driven crossroads, echoed cries from Li Youli and Xu Zhenzhen bellowed chilling relief until space fractured violently—a black-clad figure emerging forth, hands thrust within the void snatching Jiang Jian’s sword mid-flight.
In turn emerged a voice distinct amidst world tremors.
Indeed—could it be...?
Having slain Shen Yuanba’s power-laden wrath, eyes riveted toward enlightenment held fast.
A merchant amidst celestial heights, Xin Fangguo steadied in shock.
A resonating revelation followed sorrowful tears streaking strings of recognition; the man behind was... familiar!
Bang! Bang!
Fragments ruptured as darkness widened upon interwoven elemental barriers.
Across dimensions adorned black sleeves wielding tundra’s sable, long-flaring hair atop cold shoulders caught unflinching ambition.
Figures ascended as spirals of anticipation pounded heavy within assembly calls beckoning Dawn’s marvel.
Even Zhong Wen staggered awe-stricken, shivering throughout his assembled force stunned silent!
And this no ordinary passage.
They witnessed—myths forged amidst fractured worlds carried uneclipsed dominion expelled! Word-menders hailed Yang Chuan overarching cosmic existence unparalleled!
Legends of corporeal divinity harboring ultimate marks clawed apart false sovereigns claiming victory unforeseen!
From horizon etched forth hope-reconciliatory poised aura Yingjia prevailing fierce tears strewn.
Emboldened footsteps shroud truth-final augurs venture grand undertakings drastic.