The Weight of the Crown (Fourth Update)

"Vrrr..."

The moment Lu Xin pressed his hand against the Sword Bearer's forehead, immense mental power roared, almost tearing his entire body apart.

The vast and solid mental power was like a liquid containing infinite strength, constantly flowing.

The instant he touched it, boundless power exploded outward.

Lu Xin even felt that the moment his palm touched it, all the flesh had been stripped away, leaving only a bare bone. Then even the bone was completely carbonized, shattering piece by piece, until he himself became ashes scattered across the sky.

This was an existence that simply could not be touched.

Even looking at it would scatter one's entire mental framework and drive one completely insane, let alone touching it.

"Get... down... on... your... knees..."

But Lu Xin still clenched his teeth and roared with all his strength.

He seemed to hear his voice being stretched infinitely. Some words were shouted out, while others vanished.

That was probably because his body had been completely struck apart for an instant. His flesh had disappeared, and his vocal cords had vanished with it.

It was hard to say whether this disappearance was real.

After all, Lu Xin, who had reached the level of Fantasy Nation, could distort everything around him and form a perfect illusion.

The Sword Bearer could do the same.

At their level, the boundary between reality and illusion had already become extremely vague.

But Lu Xin still shouted the sentence in its entirety.

Every time his body disappeared, it reappeared under his will.

Layer after layer of flesh was continuously torn open and closed again. His body turned to ashes several times, then condensed once more.

In the end, he was still kneeling firmly on one knee atop the Sword Bearer's forehead.

His left palm, covered in black particles, still