Chapter 284 (2/2)

And then, his answer rang in the dark silent room.

”If man were to beat the heavens, why would they need to be spared?”

The statement was both bland and proud. Master Lotus' face twitched. He looked at Ning Que silently and then said suddenly, ”The one foot of land before a cultivator is his own world.”

Ning Que had heard of this saying before but did not understand why the old monk had said that at this moment.

The old monk looked at him and said slowly, ”You have been enlightened in the Haoran Sword. The sword style hidden in the mottled sword marks by Crazy Ke have entered your body. Then, this Confinement that has hidden the skies and earth must naturally cease to exist.”

Ning Que looked at him and said, ”I know. I can even sense the Qi of Heaven and Earth entering this room. It is just that I need time to get used to this brand new aura in my body.”

The old monk lamented, ”It seems that we are still wasting time at this point.”

Ning Que said calmly, ”Time is fair to everyone.”

The old monk smiled lightly and said, ”My time is up.”

Ning Que replied, ”My time is also up.”

With that, the monk raised his skinny arms slowly. The remnants of his tattered monk robes swung in the wind that had appeared. With this simple movement, the aura of heaven and earth seeped into the room through the cracks in the bluestone walls and turned into gusts of wind that surrounded his body.

The Haoran sword style that Ke Haoran had left behind in the sword marks had mostly been absorbed by Ning Que and been used to transform his body and clear a path in his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi. The sword marks without sword style were but just shapes. They were naturally unable to support the Confinement. Even though there were remaining traces of the Haoran sword style left on the stone walls, they were unable to prevent the old monk from connecting to heaven and earth.

The Great Blockage Formation outside the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine could sense the sudden fluctuations in the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The mossy sword marks on the stones began to gleam with bright light and the Snow-capped Peak shone in the dark night. The Qi of Heaven and Earth entered the Front Gate rapidly, driving the aura between the rocks and even starlight forth.

The fresh and vibrant aura of heaven and earth finally got through the broken Confinement and reached the palace that had been devoid of it for decades. And then, it flooded into the old monk's skinny body steadily.

The old monk's deep eyes gleamed suddenly and turned into pieces of crystals. His skinny face filled up at a rapid pace that was visible to the naked eye. His two arms which were outstretched in the wind became smooth and supple.

As he had said previously, his time was up.

Ning Que's time was also up.

He had completely understood the Haoran Sword aura that Youngest Uncle had pa.s.sed on to him. He was able to control his changed body and was absorbing the aura of heaven and earth that rushed into the room greedily, converting it into his own power. He had taken in the Qi of Heaven and Earth into his own body. This was unmistakably a Devil's Doctrine art that was shunned by the world!

A fresh and endless stream of the aura of the heaven and earth entered his body and was burned through by his Psyche Power. Then, it pa.s.sed through the pa.s.sage between the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi, becoming a formidable force. It was transmitted to various parts of his body through the meridians. His arms, muscles, bones, fingertips, and even his hair began to tremble at a high frequency as if they were jumping for joy.

His feet landed on the ground and there was a snapping sound as he crushed a single bone before him.

The second time he landed, his feet had crushed a pile of white bones.

Ning Que swept through the mountain of bones and arrived before the old monk.

He held on to his knife with both hands and plunged it into the old monk's chest.

The blade trembled due to the powerful force coming from the hilt. It split the surrounding air and wisps of white currents could be seen. The talisman on the cold blade was activated and the speed of the knife became even more terrifying.

This was the fastest raid in his life. It was like electricity.

This was the strongest strike he had made in his life. It was like thunder.

There was no time to blink or think. He drove the knife into the old monk's chest with the strike of the electricity and thunder-filled Great Spirit. The sharp edge of the knife had already wedged into flesh before the old monk had time to respond.

Master Lotus was still absorbing the aura of heaven and earth endlessly. His cheeks had filled out and his arms were restored. The vitality of his body was like that of a recently-bloomed lotus flower. However, he had not antic.i.p.ated that Ning Que's first strike would be as great and difficult to avoid.

He had already regained 10 percent of his state's power at his peak. He was Liansheng 32 who had many incarnations and overlooked the common people. Even if he had only regained a percentage of his strength, he would not have died with that strike.

The skinny ghost-like hand had already filled out. His skin was white and tender, like two pure white lotus flowers.

The white lotus bloomed, and its petals spread. The blade stopped between the petals and did not move further towards the monk's heart.

The aura of heaven and earth that had broken through the Confinement was still surging into the monk's body. He was still growing stronger.

Ning Que harrumphed. He slapped his left hand on the end of the hilt heavily.

His left hand was like a heavy hammer.

The podao delved deeper into the old monk's chest. Blood stained the sharp edge of the knife.

The old monk looked at Ning Que coldly.

A force that was so powerful that it was terrifying pierced his sense of perception.

There was a puff, and blood sprayed from Ning Que's mouth.

The blood landed on the knife hilt.

His left hand landed on the hilt once more.

He bore through the immense pain and his left hand-hammered down on the end of the hilt once more like a heavy hammer.

The blade drove another inch into the old monk's chest.

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