Sword of Judgement, Sin Judgement

Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets, please.

Done for today (3/3)

Chen Xiaojun's gaze fell on the battered Chen Mu, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Fifth Child, that pose is pretty commemorative."

Chen Mu propped himself up on his crack-covered longsword and barely lifted his head, his hoarse voice carrying a rasping breath. "Fuck... If you bastard hadn't suddenly gone crazy, why the hell would I have had to fight a mid-level Soul Saint for my life?"

Before the words had even faded, Ghost Bat Soul Saint had already turned into a cold, shadowy blur and rushed in, his gaunt face filled with savage killing intent.

The bone wings on his back suddenly spread, and his Sixth Soul Ring blazed with blood-red light, forming a vortex that twisted space. "Blood Prison... Soul Shattering Wave!"

A scarlet sonic boom tore through the air and shot straight for Chen Mu's head—a killing blow!

At the same time, the elites of the Bone Excavation Group surged toward the isolated and helpless Chen Xiaojun at the center like poisonous ants scenting blood, taking advantage of the gaping breach in the defensive line and the chaos spreading under the Soul Saint's pressure as they roared forward.

Chen Xiaojun murmured softly, the scarlet light in his eyes like congealed blood crystal, coldly reflecting the onrushing tide of death and that fatal sonic wave.

Chen Xiaojun muttered self-mockingly, "This Fated Protagonist thing... nine out of ten are walking trouble magnets. I don't cause trouble, and I'm not melodramatic, so I'm the remaining humanoid natural disaster, huh?"

Chen Xiaojun had originally planned to spend the day obediently following Chen Zhang and, while he was at it, help his brothers grind a little experience. Now look how well that had turned out. He had become the center of the storm, the source of calamity. He had the distinct feeling he was basically braised noodles—the circle of fate, damn it.

In the instant before the scarlet sonic boom was about to swallow Chen Mu—

In Chen Xiaojun's hand, that ancient, unadorned Nethersea Seven Kill Sword silently rose.

There was no earth-shaking eruption of momentum, no dazzling flash of Soul Rings.

On the blade, the flowing dark-red bloodshot lines suddenly lit up.

An intangible, formless will, yet several times stronger than before, swept out with him at the center like a glacier that had lain silent for ten thousand years suddenly collapsing!

It was not pressure, but the descent of judgement.

The nearest elites of the Bone Excavation Group abruptly froze mid-charge.

The mad bloodlust in their eyes was instantly replaced by boundless terror. Deep in their souls, it was as if a huge word—"sin"—had been branded onto them by an ice-cold iron, and their past slaughter and greed were ruthlessly turned over and weighed.

Their movements slowed as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and the circulation of their Soul Power instantly became sluggish.

That scarlet sonic boom, "Blood Prison Soul Shattering Wave," shooting toward Chen Mu, violently distorted and fluctuated the moment it touched the edge of that invisible domain of will. It let out a piercing wail, and its forward speed visibly slowed and began to break apart. The sinister Soul Power contained within it was rapidly dissolved and purified by that pure will of "denial"!

Though it had not been completely annihilated, its power had already been stripped away layer by layer and greatly weakened.

Even Ghost Bat Soul Saint, who had unleashed this killing blow, suddenly stalled in midair.

Deep within his eyes, which were filled with cruelty, were reflected Chen Xiaojun's black eyes tinged with red, devoid of any human emotion. A chill born from the instincts of the soul seized him in an instant.

In a daze, he was no longer the hunter, but a sacrifice pushed onto an ancient altar, waiting for the final judgement.

The speed and Soul Saint pressure he took such pride in appeared pale and laughable before this "judgement."

Chen Xiaojun ignored the remnant sonic boom still shooting toward Chen Mu after being weakened layer by layer by the domain of will, and he also ignored the members of the Bone Excavation Group nailed in place by terror.

His gaze calmly locked onto the alarmed, uncertain Ghost Bat Soul Saint in midair.

The tip of his sword pointed from afar.

"Sword of Judgement: Sin Judgement."

Faint and indifferent, like a sentence being handed down.

On the Nethersea Seven Kill Sword, the dark-red blood patterns flared brightly, and a nearly invisible sword energy slashed out without a sound.

This sword energy was not aimed at the body. It was more like an invisible decree, acting directly upon the level of the soul, locking onto the "Karma" wrapped around Ghost Bat Soul Saint—Karma formed from countless sins and the wails of dead souls.

Where the sword energy passed, space did not tear, yet it gave everyone a suffocating feeling that all the sins of all things had been pierced through, and judgement had arrived.

Ghost Bat Soul Saint's pupils shrank violently. With a shriek, he crossed his bone wings in front of himself, and his Sixth Soul Ring once again burst with blood-red light in an attempt to resist it.

But that invisible sword energy of judgement ignored physical defense and struck with perfect precision upon the heaviest shackle on his soul.

"Guhhh—!"

A miserable howl so shrill it no longer sounded human was squeezed from Ghost Bat Soul Saint's throat.

He was struck hard, his protective Soul Power churning violently. The bone wings on his back split inch by inch with spiderweb-like cracks, and his entire body flew backward as blood mixed with shattered Internal Organs sprayed wildly from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with shock and a soul-deep agony. This was the direct judgement of "sin."

Just as Ghost Bat Soul Saint lost focus—

"Lightning Flash!" (Starfall Thunder Strike + Flash of Thunder)

Chen Mu's figure had already turned into a blue-white streak of lightning that tore through the air.

He had waited far too long for this opportunity. He had been suppressed just now, and many of his skills could not be used.

Chen Mu had already appeared less than ten meters away from Ghost Bat Soul Saint.

"Not good!" Ghost Bat Soul Saint was scared out of his wits, and the deadly sense of crisis snapped him awake in an instant.

He was a Soul Saint, after all. Driven by his battle instincts, he activated his strongest defense without the slightest hesitation!

"Fourth Soul Skill: Shadow Bat Barrier!"

With a shriek, dense shadow Soul Power surged out wildly and instantly condensed before him into a pitch-black barrier several feet thick, formed by countless tiny, dark bat shadows spinning at high speed and layering over one another.

This barrier not only possessed extremely strong physical defense, but also had the properties of absorbing energy and weakening mental impact.

However, how could Chen Mu's killing move be blocked by a hasty defense?

"Left Arm Bone Soul Skill—Raging Wave Tear Blade!"

A fierce light flashed in Chen Mu's eyes, and his left arm swung out violently.

A dark-blue giant blade dozens of meters long, formed from compressed deep-sea raging waves, appeared out of thin air and slashed fiercely onto the shadowy barrier.

Hiss—!

An ear-piercing tearing sound rang across the battlefield!

The heavy barrier formed from countless bat shadows was forcibly and rapidly split open before the Seventy Thousand Year Soul Bone Skill, which possessed powerful penetration and a special mental-tearing effect, as easily as a hot knife through butter.

The deep-blue Water Blade did not lose momentum, slashing heavily onto Ghost Bat Soul Saint's crossed arms and chest.

Pfft! Crack!

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. Ghost Bat Soul Saint seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, spraying blood wildly as he flew backward.

Even more terrifying was the horrific mental-tearing force attached to Raging Wave Tear Blade, which charged straight into his sea of consciousness.

The intense agony of his soul being torn apart and crushed made him let out a shriek so miserable it barely sounded human. His head felt as if it would split open, and the circulation of his Soul Power instantly fell into disorder and collapsed.

An opening in battle vanished in an instant.

How could Chen Mu let such a chance to kill slip by?

Kick a man while he was down—take his life!

"Fourth Soul Skill: Seven Kill Extinction!"

Chen Mu's figure followed like a shadow; the power of this sword strike was approaching that of a Ten Thousand Years Soul Skill!

Whoosh!

A gray-white sword light containing Silent Extinction Sword Intent swept with incomparable precision across Ghost Bat Soul Saint's neck as he flew backward!

Ghost Bat Soul Saint's scream came to an abrupt stop.

A head with a twisted expression flew high into the air, and a fountain of blood sprayed skyward.

His headless corpse flew several more meters by inertia before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He died with eyes wide open!