392 Moon Fall (2/2)

It dawned on him. It was the dragon breath. It was one hundred percent true dragon breath! Formless but solid, one could use only one's will to give aether shape and weight. The Moon Fall was just an illusion. The real deal was the dragon breath released by the Sword that the scepter controlled.

During the crazed falling, the air burned the waning moon until the disguise fell apart, revealing the resplendent Sword!

The temple shattered. Countless delicate statues and opulent decorations were crushed to dust. Paganini took the brunt. His Garment was shredded completely and the darkness cracked apart. It could barely mend itself.

Under the earth-shattering attack, half of Paganini's body evaporated and was pierced by the sword. The twelve Chapters of Golden Victory on the blade dazzled alternatively, restricting his body.

Paganini roared. The abyss wind tunnel opened behind him. A large object charged through the narrow tunnel crazily, dropping from the material world. He was completely furious now.

He wanted his true body to descend without caring about anything else and destroy both this strange city and Ye Qingxuan.

In a moment, the black mud bubbled and swelled. Ignoring that he was stabbed by the Sword, he reached out a giant odd hand and grabbed at Ye Qingxuan. There was a face chained to the palm. It was both happy and sad, singing a cacophonous hymn. The melody was grating and shattered all music theory.

Even the score of Holy on Ye Qingxuan's body, the top defensive territory, was destroyed under the furious attack. Next to go was the moonlight on his body. He could no longer turn the deaths into illusions.

Finally, he tightened his grip cruelly.

Crack. Ye Qingxuan's body shattered.

Paganini's expression twisted more and he roared in fury. It was fake! Everything since the beginning was fake; everything was a trick. This d*mn b*stard never fought honestly.

In that moment, Ye Qingxuan poured all of the scepter's power into the Sword, urging the dragon breath and simulating the fall of the moon. He hit Paganini's double, nailing and immobilizing him. But then he abandoned the Sword and this rare advantage. He even abandoned the hereditary weapon of the School of Stone Heart, just leaving behind an illusion and escaping.

Where did he go?

It suddenly dawned on Paganini. He looked back at the burning fire. Beside the Sacred Fire that would burn the entire world, he saw Ye Qingxuan's back.

He reached out to touch the girl in the fire without regard to his own safety. In the Sacred Fire, Elsa's eyes were empty and still. They reflected his sad smile.

”Hey, long time no see.” Ye Qingxuan reached out, caressing her cheeks. ”I was looking for you. Do you…still remember me?”