Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny Chapter 673 - 379 Truth and Lies

Crack—

It sounded as if teeth were being crushed.

Unfortunately, the person about to have their teeth crushed wasn't just An Ning.

There was also the elder outside the Desert Market, even though he wielded the Heavenly Artisan and was at the level of transcendence, just a step away from the Heavenly People, at that ti, he couldn't even lift a hand when countless missiles descended from the sky.

On his left and right, like protectors, were two harbingers of doom guarding him.

Their gaze never wavered, not for a mont.

"Old Deng, don't be rash," An Neng advised.

An De kept nodding, "Don't get ahead of yourself, stay calm, stay calm."

"Ah, yes, yes, it's already over!"

"... ... "

Watching his entire army being wiped out was already infuriating enough, and now seeing these two damned beings harmonize beside him only escalated the elder's blood pressure.

But even at the end, even at the mont Yue Chen died, he found no opportunity to act.

From beginning to end, an invisible boundary enveloped him.

Even if silent.

But if the elder dared to raise his hand, no, if there was any sign of him doing so, at that mont, what awaited was a deadly joint strike from the two White Deer within fifteen steps, disregarding their safety.

Damn it, Desert Market's Twin Fingers!

The na said it all, with Old Deng from the An Family being inactive, these two damned beings beca the representatives and banner of this generation's An Family on the outside.

As Executioners of the Desert Market, their hands were stained with more than just the blood of wicked beasts.

At this mont, seeing the dust settle, the elder's breathing grew heavier, his expression darkened, just as he turned back to question, the two n retreated a step in unison.

"Alright, it's almost over."

"We should be going ho now."

"Goodbye, Old Deng!"

"Watch out next ti!"

Saying so, the two turned and left shoulder to shoulder, leaving the elder standing there alone, coldly watching them depart, his expression changing as he silently tightened his grip on the Heavenly Craft Staff.

But at that mont, as if sensing sothing, the two suddenly turned back.

"Ah, what a coincidence!"

An De slapped his forehead.

An Neng sighed with a smile, "We et again!"

The elder's face changed abruptly.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

In the instant they turned back, a gleaming light erupted from the night sky!

Like a brilliant golden knife slicing through the dark sky in an instant, it split the middle, leaving a straight trajectory reflected perfectly symtrically in the elder's contracting pupils.

As if stars aligned on either side, the world split in two.

Amidst the shimring brilliance, everything seed so close, as if reaching out a hand could touch the firmant.

This was the last sight he witnessed.

In that mont, he finally understood…

It wasn't the world that was divided in two.

It was himself.

Crack!

The sound of a shattering bubble ca belatedly.

This was no longer the bluff An Ning used, sothing half-baked and barely mastered, only to be laughed at by others when spoken of...

But the true [Projection] in its Extre Realm.

—teor!

The starlight flickered, bringing a cataclysm.

Appearing from nowhere, going to nowhere, the sharp edges between the stars flashed and vanished, descended from the heavens, lightly skimming over all things in the world, splitting the elder in two from the center, before piercing into the Longyuan Desert.

After a mont of deathly silence, the blood dripped, and behind the crimson starting point, a jagged crack suddenly appeared from the rolling yellow sand, stretching straight until it disappeared from sight.

Like digging a grave, the opened rift received the two fallen corpses, and under the gravitational ld, steadily closed.

Only a pool of crimson blood remained in place.

Gradually covered by the flying yellow sand until it could no longer be seen.

Yet the Heavenly Craft Staff that had fallen into the yellow sand suddenly rose, nimbly bypassing An Neng and An De's rather disobedient little hands, soaring into the sky.

In a last glimr of light before departure, the staff seed to cast a gaze towards the two, filled with apathy and warning.

The two sighed helplessly, nodding their heads in unison.

"So stingy, can't even touch it."

"That's Tian Yuan for you."

"Embarrassing."

In the swirling sands and fierce winds, the two exchanged their thoughts, and silently moved away, disappearing from sight.

The fierce wind swept in, carrying the yellow sand, bit by bit subrging those pale corpses scattered across the desert, devouring everything, leaving no trace behind.

anwhile, a thousand miles away, in a secluded courtyard, an old man eating cold dishes looked up and glanced at the sky, clicking his tongue.

"These two brats... even my midnight snack gets disturbed."

And with that, he set down his chopsticks, bent over with hands behind his back, and leisurely left.

"Grandpa, where are you going?"

A young person in the kitchen still frying dishes poked their head out: "The wine's just ward, there's one more dish, and the rib soup's not out yet."

"Serve it first, it's too hot, let it cool, I'll co back to drink it."

The old man said without turning his head, pushed the door open, and walked through the quiet courtyard, stepping on dew-soaked stones, as if strolling, heading for the mountain top.

On the ground, trampled into an iron plate over the years, there were only scorch marks, with racks sparsely filled with scattered weapons: knives, spears, swords, halberds, everything imaginable.