Capítulo 1874: Chapter 114: Heavenly Human Separation
Her palm gently pressed down, soft as a breeze. She seed to be consoling the grief of followers, as if she wanted to smooth out the suffering of the human world.
How can the world’s sorrows be fully described? Who can escape the tornt in the human world?
Birth, aging, sickness, death, love, hate, separation, all eternal like this.
Only the bright moon, stainless, without dust, without love or hate, without sorrow or suffering.
Last night, tonight, tomorrow night.
Moonlight… like a lotus flower.
The face of Yue Tiannu, which wasn’t attractive, held a divine beauty. And the palm that wasn’t soft, softly pressed down on Ge Fei’s face.
There’s nowhere to evade anymore.
A vast and majestic power surged forth, converging directly onto the face; Ge Fei simply faced it with his face, leveraging the Golden Fra and Jade Marrow to receive, even resist this palm.
People often use the phrase ‘face slapping’ to mock failure, but under godlike power, what is impossible?
Ge Fei opened his mouth, facing the palm, biting with his teeth.
But he felt himself enveloped by a kind of rciful power.
That rcy, like water. Inclusive and gentle.
Like a dream. Light and drifting, coming and going.
Like a warmth that appears in boundless darkness. Once is enough for a lifeti to reflect upon.
Of course, he wouldn’t waver.
But a foreboding arose in his heart.
Again and again, the foreboding arose. That kind of fear, that sensitivity to danger, like a sudden rain striking banana leaves, densely exploded, continuously.
Even the realm which made him divine and bright found it difficult to remain calm.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Everywhere was a murderous intent, everywhere was danger!
Every muscle in his body felt threatened.
But where did the danger co from?
Whose palm was it in?
How to respond, who to confront first and who after?
Ge Fei’s head leaned back, pushed by Yue Tiannu’s compassionate palm, face up, and leaning back.
The posture of his whole body shook at this mont.
His left hand, tightly gripping the lance tip, suddenly beca scorching, hot like a red-hot iron.
Yet cruel, resolute, sharp, like soone unwilling to look back.
In just a mont, his hand had been pierced.
The tip of the Ember Ending Lance continued forward, and Ge Fei’s five fingers were already drenched in blood.
What kind of lance was this, after all?
What sort of person held the lance?
Ge Fei hesitated no longer and with a flick of his hand, severed his left hand at the wrist. The imnse strength flung the lance tip away, while the severed palm, still gripping the lance tip, exploded entirely!
Just a dry, ordinary severed hand, how many bones, how much flesh, how much blood could it possibly have? Yet it burst into an almost endless mist of blood—
That was a mist of dark brown blood.
You knew it was blood, and you could feel its filthiness, its impurity, its evilness.
Bringing despair, bringing chaos, bringing pain.
This endless black blood mist instantly enveloped Zhu Weiwo.
Ge Fei used the severed hand to trap Zhu Weiwo, but in front of his chest, there was still a sword.
His phalanges acted like shackles, locking the sword tip, yet the threat had not ended. Taking advantage of the montum of trapping his enemy with the severed hand, his right hand began to push outward, pressing against Jiang Wang’s Absolute Summit sword montum and pushing outward.
Resolutely pushing outward!
His face was still covered with that brass-colored hand.
The hand blossod like a lotus and refused to leave.
He opened his mouth, and a terrifying dark power surged forth, fangs protruding, bloody and sinister, ready to pierce through that lotus Buddhist palm.
Whatever deity, even, must fall.
Fangs protruding, right hand pushing forward, each part resolved.
The Jiang Wang, clad in a flaming cloak, reached this point and had no choice but to retreat.
But in the helpless retreat, suddenly he was like a reed floating in the wind.
The entire person drifted lightly, dancing like the fire swirling around him.
His posture ethereal, the montum was heavy, seemingly helpless and innocent, yet fully displaying freedom and selfhood.
The involuntary sword montum fully transford in this dance.
Then the longsword lifted!
A sword montum had already transford.
A vibrant, upward-facing strength. A courage that never yields, stubborn and unyielding.
This sword holds up the sky and stabilizes the ground.
This is the character of Man, hence the Human Character Sword!
This sword stood between Ge Fei’s phalanges, astonishingly lifting his entire body a few inches off the ground, causing his feet to hang an inch above.
This realm fit like a puzzle piece, and I am here to hold up the heavens again.
It was this sword!
The exquisite transformation of sword montum!
Ge Fei’s face was already pressed back, and his stance had already been shaken. Lifted upwards in such a way, he imdiately lost his roots.
An old tree severed from its roots, already in a deathtrap.
And there was a blade edge, almost eting his rising body, perfectly complenting his stance, as if invited by him.
This knife had a thick back and a thin edge, inherently untamable, descending with the posture of slaughtering chickens and dogs.
The sword opened for the knife, the knife rose for the sword.
There was no speech between Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao, yet their coordination was divinely harmonious.
Ka-ka-ka!
In such a mont, terrifying power surged forth, crushing the sword montum in an instant. Ge Fei’s right hand directly flicked, flinging Jiang Wang along with the man and sword away!
Of course, it wasn’t easy to fling away.
The hand bones and sword edge clashed and collided hundreds and thousands of tis, ultimately producing such a screeching sound.
All this actually happened at the sa ti his feet left the ground.
All the confrontations were concealed in the epheral changes.
People must use life and death to verify the changes between the lightning flashes and sparks.
Ge Fei’s blood-soaked, bone-exposed right hand quietly covered itself with a layer of black light, grabbing hold of the falling knife!
Silently and without a trace…
The entire right hand turned to ash!
This knife was again misjudged by him; with such a state, such a hand, he couldn’t catch it!
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