Chapter 459: Swashe Brothers Showdown, Killing! (2/2)

Tzanshe’s forehead became snow-white. A snowflake drifted out and disappeared instantly.

It was one of the Psychic Style’s secret skills used to restrict the opponent’s mental strength. He wanted to obtain the initiative.

“Sever: God Slayer!”

A snowflake also drifted out from Beshe’s forehead at the same time.

Whoosh!

Invisible forces seemed to be clashing in the air. It sounded like something was cut into pieces.

Beshe’s body did not show any change. However, his older brother Tzanshe’s face paled. Tzanshe’s eyes twitched and two streaks of blood flowed down his cheeks.

The nerves behind his eyes seemed to have been injured.

“Beshe has the upper hand?”

“Tzanshe suffered damage from the first clash?”

Ayrin and Meraly opened their eyes wide in surprise.

At that moment, Stingham grabbed Rinloran’s sleeve and called out, “Father......”

“Oh no, he’s becoming more and more idiotic! Gramps, can you save him!?” Ayrin turned around and called out to Yinreizou.

Rinloran felt the urge to vomit blood. If he had a son like Stingham, would he choose to commit suicide?

......

“Impossible!”

“When you got hit by my Swashe God-killing Art, your mental strength should be weaker than mine!”

“Ever since the remnants of the shadow department rescued you, I have enjoyed every resource of House Swashe as the sole master. I have desperately trained and never relaxed for a single day. How can your mental strength be stronger than mine? How can you use forbidden skills you never even learned!?” Tzanshe hysterically yelled.

“You should ask yourself, my older brother...... Swashe God-killing Art’s power will cause the victim to constantly suffer pain to the extent of wanting to commit suicide. However, when I recall those shadow department uncles risking their lives to save me, I have to endure the pain and survive.”

Hot tears welled up in Beshe’s eyes. However, his face was glowing with a strong fighting spirit, “Your Swashe God-killing Art was equivalent to giving me extreme mental training every day.”

Beshe’s voice continued, “After getting hit by your Swashe God-killing Art, I couldn’t even let my arcane particles flow. I have been on the run with Uncle Rei to escape your pursuit for years. I didn't even have a friend to talk to. The only thing in my head were the Psychic Style Forbidden skills as I simulated the method to fight against you when I faced you again...... This is the sole fantasy that supported me to survive. However, big brother Ayrin has really broken the Swashe God-killing Art. He has changed this fantasy of mine into reality. Hence, I will definitely defeat you now!”

Even the wind department arcane masters could not help but feel the weight behind those words.

Beshe and Yinreizou had been on the run for several years. They only realized that the Swashe God-killing Art had stayed inside Beshe’s body for such a long time after Beshe mentioned it.

“The Swashe God-killing Art must have been painful, right?” Meraly was in a daze. She could not imagine how she could survive day after day of excruciating pain.

“Yes, it hurts a lot as if many blades are scraping your bones. It makes me shiver when I remember the pain.” Ayrin shivered and answered.

“This bastard deserves to die!” Meraly glared at Tzanshe and shouted.

“We should catch him alive and make him use the Swashe God-killing Art on me from time to time.” Ayrin excitedly spoke.

“What?” Meraly could not believe her ears.

“This would be a good training to improve my mental strength.” Ayrin explained.

“Pervert!” Meraly shuddered.

“Netherworld: Fatal Seven!”

Tzanshe’s expression was extremely menacing. He used the forbidden skill he used a while ago. His head became almost transparent again.

The light formation that seemed to have seven monsters dancing inside took form again.

Beshe took a meaningful glance at Tzanshe, then softly chanted, “God Realm Illusion: Killing!”

“The strongest Psychic Style forbidden skill......” Every wind department arcane master drew a cold breath in disbelief.

Everyone seemed to have been wrapped into a strange bright world.

Many gods stood atop the clouds.

A pale white demon full of talismans was tied to an altar.

Everyone was looking up at it from below.

Even Tzanshe was no different.

However, he was shocked to find that the demon on the altar had the exact same face as him!

Swoosh!

A huge blade chopped down from the air and decapitated the demon.

The world returned to normal.

Pssh!

Tzanshe spat out a mouthful of blood.

His head remained almost transparent. However, everyone could see that his brain seemed to have shriveled up by a third in an instant.

He fell backwards stiffly.

A trail of blood spewed out from Beshe’s mouth.

Beshe was also wobbling, but a proud and brilliant smile filled his face.