Capítulo 1975: Chapter 153: Nirvana, Ming Gui_3
He saw a tangible sharpness, eting his gaze, slicing through his sight!
As Huang Jinmo’s body cracked, shattering the Performing Heaven and Earth with power beyond the Limit of Divinity.
Zhu Weiwo, suspended in the air, also gained freedom in an instant.
The sight of Huang Jinmo’s cracking body made him furious, eyes ablaze with rage.
But a person like him would certainly not let the mont slip into pain amidst such a battle.
In his hand was the Ember Ending Lance, the tip was the cross-section of a broken shaft.
No glint of cold light, only rugged wooden spikes.
The bare broken shaft, like when it burned as firewood in a stove, insignificant but resilient, enduring thirty years, waiting for soone who understood it.
In such a battle, at this mont.
No gap for Zhu Weiwo to pick up the first half of the shaft on the ground.
No chance for him to make other choices.
He is already like a deity, yet still weak before the True Man of the Age.
He must face this relative weakness, but he is certain he is never insignificant!
He still attacks!
He takes the rugged wooden cross-section as the tip, uses his body as the shaft, with the burning Three-legged Golden Crow as wings, rging force and will, combining spirit and blood, penetrating Tie Tuisi in an instant—
As Tie Tuisi’s body collided with the knife light, a lance pointed at his left eye!
Tie Tuisi raised his left palm, blocking exactly in front of the left eye.
The cross-section of the broken shaft stabbed fiercely into his palm.
His palm was dry and wrinkled, so ordinary, not even strong enough to be called powerful.
Yet Zhu Weiwo’s lance, fueled by burning power, couldn’t even break the wrinkled skin!
The gap in strength cannot be bridged by will.
Tie Tuisi gripped the broken lance as if holding Zhu Weiwo beyond it, holding the golden fla, grasping the entire space!
He glanced lightly, already comprehending the mystery within.
This is indeed good wood, crafted into this shape… only capable of becoming a renowned spear by chance, the craftsmanship is too crude, truly a pity.
If not for its spiritual growth, he wouldn’t even feel the slightest pity, only disdain.
What is divine craftsmanship?
He asked aloud.
“What is divine craftsmanship?”
Tie Tuisi clasped the broken lance in his hands, holding everything connected to Zhu Weiwo, reconstructing the shaft with incredible speed, wooden grains splitting, branches intertwining.
Countless wooden lines, like threads and strands, like snakes and vines, reversed to bind Zhu Weiwo.
Instantly wrapped into a wooden cocoon.
Surface smooth, like naturally ford. So natural as if Zhu Weiwo was always a silkworm, destined to spin a cocoon!
This is divine craftsmanship!
Within the wooden cocoon is a world of no light, no air, no sound.
Zhu Weiwo cannot see, hear, or perceive anything.
In this bewildernt of no path forward, he burns everything he has.
His teeth nearly shattered, blood surged like a tide, crashing back and forth. His muscles and tendons stretched to the limit, like a fully drawn bow—
Yet unable to escape again.
That ti breaking out of Performing Heaven and Earth and breaking the lance, already exceeded potential.
For Tie Tuisi, the True Man of the Age, now it’s just a matter of raising that power higher. To a height this young boy cannot reach even jumping…
Then binding it tight.
Zhu Weiwo’s whole body stiffened suddenly, even his spiritual sense halted.
All senses silenced.
The golden Sun True Fire boiling outside the cocoon, extinguished!
Tie Tuisi showed no restraint in displaying the power of a True Man of the Age, unconcerned with revealing Mo Gate’s strength.
But at this mont, a cold knife edge pressed against the center of his forehead.
Vertically slicing down, almost splitting him completely.
He could not possibly ignore such a blow, yet was indeed surprised—allowing a Godly cultivator to get this close!
At this mont, person is inches away, the knife near infinitesimal.
Tie Tuisi made no other moves, only pushed his forehead forward.
Touching edge with the forehead!
Clang!
Like a mountain hitting an old bell.
The blade fixed on the forehead, rebounded half an inch.
The blade could not break!
“Is even the body of a True Man sothing you can cut?”
Tie Tuisi scolded harshly, casually slapping away Huang Jinmo’s other knife aid at the dantian.
Retrieving his palm also tilted it.
Tilted into a palm knife, diagonally from below to above, slicing Huang Jinmo’s entire face, from neck to scalp!
Like a porcelain bottle shattered.
This masterpiece of nature, was brutally destroyed at this mont.
A beautiful demise that breaks the heart.
Such an ending, perhaps marked from the mont she showed cracks.
The unparalleled City Lord of Irredeemable City, in death still wearing her usual black robes, like petals falling. Her presence extinguished mid-air.
Tie Tuisi remotely tugged at the wooden cocoon, within which Zhu Weiwo, once proud beyond asure, was now.
Perhaps he sensed what was happening outside, perhaps he didn’t—who knows which is more cruel.
In any case, he made no movent.
Bold enough to resist in the face of the representative True Man of Mo Gate, the battle today left Tie Tuisi sowhat dissatisfied.
And although he harbored little feeling for Mo Jingyu, he couldn’t help but feel angry for the Mo Gate’s dignity being compromised.
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