Chapter 437: The Shrine’s Collapse (1/2)

Chapter 437: The Shrines Collapse

Under a cliff in the village was a lonely, tiny shrine made out of rocks.

A lamp was burning for an eternity under the shrine. It flickered back and forth due to the cool breezes. This painted an even sadder atmosphere. Who knows what had happened to make all the villagers disappear, leaving behind only this shrine.

After finding the village named Duo from ten thousand years ago, they were able to find the shrine of the Jin River Goddess.

There have been many stories from the other villagers around this area but no one had ever seen Duo and this shrine before, until now with Feiyun.

It confirmed that his speculation was correct. ‘Shui Yueting! On what basis do you justify being worshipped by others! Have you earned your title of goddess!? Get the hell out here for me!”

Feiyun screamed with a ferocious expression. His stone saber flew into his hand and a destructive force came out with a crescent slash, aiming straight for the shrine.

“Boom!” A holy light shot out from the statue and expelled the saber.

It was as if he had tried to cut a mountain of steel. His hands suffered the backlash and became numb while feeling that his bones were about to break.

His inner palms bled with blood spurting everywhere as the saber spun several times in the air before pinning vertically on the ground.

He tumbled several steps backward before stabilizing with his eyes still fixated on the shrine. He saw her beautiful face on top of the holy temperament; it looked to be laughing at his wretchedness. This only further enraged his hatred.

“You’re still laughing?! Is it that funny? BItch, I will make you stop!” Feiyun gritted his teeth and directly rushed forward to punch the shrine. Each punch carried more than ten million pounds of force, capable of destroying mountains. The earth kept quaking before his might but the shrine was impervious. The white aura from the statue itself easily stopped his onslaught.

There were ripping waves emanating from the impact point but the aura remained strong.

Feiyun was normally a calm person but all of his rationality turned into thin air after seeing Shui Yueting.

There was only one thing on his mind… hatred. “Die! Die! Die!”

Jingyue felt an indescribable bitterness while watching Feiyun’s current appearance.

How much hatred built up in order to lose all rationality and became a madman like this? Most importantly, this statue was virtually identical to her.

“No wonder why he punched instantly the first time we met.” Jingyue didn’t try to stop him. On the other hand, she was afraid that he was lost in a frenzy. If she didn’t tread carefully, he might mistake her for Shui Yueting.

Meanwhile, a cold pair of eyes flashed in the darkness.

Ling Donglai had been tracing the two the whole time. He was also stunned after seeing the tiny statue in the shrine.

“The mythical shrine of the goddess is actually in the ghost village? The goddess is truly as beautiful as an immortal but her aura is so similar to Jingyue.” He thought to himself as his gaze became austere: “Why is this Feng Feiyun doing? Why is he attacking the shrine for no reason why calling out this name of a woman? Shui Yueting? Who the hell is that?”

Donglai had never seen Jingyue’s features so he didn’t know about their similarities outside of their auras.

“Feiyun, who would have thought that you have such a big weakness. Keke.” He took out a silver mask and wore it. Now, he looked like a white-faced phantom and mutter: “The best time to kill you is now!”

“Whoosh!” He flew over.

“Rumble!” Meanwhile, Feiyun continued to unleash barrages on the shrine with both fists. His knuckles were in shambles with blood dripping down his fingers. However, this was no stopping his fury.

A person in black, shrouded by a silver mask, hurriedly aimed for his back with a saber.

“Who?!” Jingyue’s eyes turned cold with her hair flying. She flicked the string on her pia with one finger. A ten-meter long soundwave flew outside and struck the saber, stopping the assailant.

This newcomer slightly glanced at her before attacking Feiyun with even more ferocity than before. Sparks erupted on his blade before engulfing it completely with a flame. This was a frightening attack.

“How brave.” Jingyue sharply danced with four fingers on the strings now in a gentle yet harsh manner.

“A sad song for all, where to find a friend waiting in the edge of the world?”