Chapter 896: Chapter 669: Embracing Death, the Lion’s Requiem
A teor belt lingering at the edge of the planet, precisely in front of this torrent.
As the white torrent flashed by, a transparent tunnel pierced right through the entire teor belt.
The terrifying scene instantly reminded Mu Fan of the supernova in Hell Six Gates Realm!
However, at this mont, Shura did not evade but stood directly there, facing the incoming sky full of windmills.
Standing in a parted bow step, his right hand stretched straight out, gripping the blade shrouded in black mist, holding it vertically in front of him.
The familiar white fla rose from Shura’s body.
“Is this Hell Six Gates Realm!?”
Shura did not answer, Mu Fan only saw at this mont Shura’s presence, resembling the sharpest blade.
Those dark red eyes indifferently looked ahead.
Ti slowed at this mont, allowing Mu Fan to clearly see Shura’s right arm slowly rotating.
The long black blade, with the turning of the palm, cast out shadows counterclockwise, embedded in the starry sky.
The five fingers of the left hand stretched to the maximum, raised high, turning together with the direction of the hilt.
When the long blade, dragging a complex trajectory, fell back to his side.
This unnad long blade had rotated a full 360 degrees.
Shura bowed his head, bent his right arm, the dark sheath stood behind his calf, the black hilt pointed straight to the sky.
Mu Fan’s attention was completely drawn to this posture.
He only felt that in his father’s hand, Shura possessed a unique stern aura.
The posture of holding the blade had a beauty that words could hardly describe.
“Towards death… to rebirth.”
In the deep voice, Mu Fan heard an unruly passion, and a defiance against destiny.
Shura’s left hand, raised high, slowly shifted to the right.
His palm, covered with exquisite and luxurious armor plates, steadily grasped the hilt.
Mu Fan was now highly tense, not daring to relax a bit.
This posture, is it ant for…
The left arm quivered slightly, the hilt slowly drawn upwards.
[Drawing the Sword Thirteen Lion’s Elegy!]
The clear na surfaced again in his mind, amid Mu Fan’s tense gaze.
A blinding and dazzling light suddenly burst from beneath the hilt!
Shura, drawing the blade!
The white torrent roared in at this instant.
Like the teor storm at doomsday, each windmill turned into a shining teor.
Compared to the massive area covering thousands of square kiloters.
Shura, just over twenty ters tall, seed like a tiny speck of dust.
The storm composed of teors swallowed this speck of dust in an instant.
Also, at this mont, an indescribable dazzling purple radiance blood within the white storm.
Starting below, sweeping upwards, and instantaneously streaking across the starry sky.
A purple light trail nearly spanning half a planet suddenly, yet not abruptly, materialized in the universe.
Like lightning striking down in a storm!
With the might of the heavens and earth, tearing through the night sky and rain curtains.
No words could describe the elegance of that instant.
Sharpness!
Mu Fan’s heart was left with only these two words.
The endless white torrent passed, dissipating.
A cha like a rock, gray-white, now stood hundreds of kiloters away behind Shura.
The gigantic windmill behind it was no longer spinning, just a gray-white exhaust remained, slowly glowing in the center of the windmill.
Mu Fan did not see what happened in that instant, nor did he see what the drawn long blade looked like.
Now he only saw the long blade slowly returning to its sheath.
The hilt adorned with splendid dark patterns gently fastened onto the sheath.
The black mist once more enveloped the entire blade.
“Heh.”
A carefree laugh reached his ear, that was Qi’s voice.
And then, in Mu Fan’s curious gaze.
The gray-white cha possessing near teleportation speed and power enough to blast through the teor belt, along with the windmill behind it.
A purple line suddenly erged behind it.
Straight, symtrically sliding from the back of the head to the waist.
Then… split into two.
No flas burst forth, the engine saring a faint light was still its original color.
The parted cha halves diffuse into powder the next mont.
Like rock weathering into powder, dissipating into the cosmos.
Mu Fan was stunned.
Emperor Body cha, truly destroyed in battle?
“Thirty years ago, during the siege battle, Demon God Machine [Paper Windmill], removed.”
Shura’s deep and calm voice sounded in Mu Fan’s ear, as if rely stating a fact.
Listening, Mu Fan was filled with passionate fervor!
One of the attackers, truly located at the pinnacle of the universe, an SSS-class cha body, was cut down by Shura in the galaxy with one slash.
But, Shura’s mory remanence, was it just to let himself see the once awe-inspiring figure of his father in the starry sky?
No, there was still that bizarre Night Demon Bird and the other three Emperor Body chas already posed in an offensive position.
What are they doing!
Mu Fan quickly looked over to the star body where Shura had blasted a deep hole.
There was no black mist at that place now!
What about the cha [Night Demon Bird]?
Also, amidst Mu Fan’s pondering.
Space near Shura suddenly shattered like a broken mirror, scattering loudly.
Nurous fissures arose around, trapping Shura within.
What is that?
Shura did not answer, Mu Fan saw only the discovery of irregularity as vibrant red exhaust flas surged from Shura’s back trying to rush out.
Yet Mu Fan saw an extrely bizarre scene.
Shura’s arm entered the space filled with fissures, only to eerily erge from behind!
When the cha body entirely subrged into space, the next instant it completely protruded from behind.
Those countless fissures seed like a mirrored world, the blade light Shura slashed out swept out from behind, colliding with scarlet cloak to extinguishnt.
It was trapped in an infinitely looped world!
Though Shura clearly saw the increasingly brilliant radiance of the other three chas outside, he simply could not break out.
“Could it be the familiar dinsional trap? Do you think you can trap with this, naive!”
Mu Fan saw those fissures under Shura’s furious attacks multiply, seemingly about to collapse the next second.
However, at this mont, amid the sky full of fleets, light simultaneously blossod.
Countless warships, space fortresses had muzzles slowly filled with luster.
A bad premonition surfaced in Mu Fan’s heart.
At that mont, the entirely azure, with splashing water light true Demon God Machine [Dancing Water Fish], fiercely slashed forward with the trident in hand!
The six-gate sea star-shaped floating cannon at the tip of the javelin rotated and launched.
Amid rapid rotation, blue light blood greatly, a massive deep-blue vortex instantly ford between Shura and them.
Like a giant mirror standing in space.
Also, at the sa ti, nurous lights flourished from the terrifying warships, space fortresses.
Mu Fan could clearly see the Federation military’s magnetic field nuclear energy cannon burst out an orange torrent capable of ruining Black Knights, all sorts of warship attacks at this mont aid at…
That vortex?
Why is this?
In the midst of overwhelming changes, the true Demon God Machine [Radiant], exploded with intense golden exhaust flas behind, raising a terrifying fifty-ter giant cannon into the sky.
In Mu Fan’s shocked gaze, all light around that cha instantly vanished into… the giant cannon’s muzzle.
A black of purest form appeared in front of the giant cannon, like a black hole devouring everything nearby.
But the giant cannon beca increasingly bright, the ultimate brilliance exploding forth, dazzling, glaring.
The next mont, a splendid golden torrent, at the speed of light instantly illuminated the universe, piercing…
That deep blue vortex!
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