Chapter 1126: Chapter 170: Outstanding Descendants
Full nitrogen anion salt N5-.
The high-energy explosive made with this as the main material theoretically has a power upper limit that can reach multiples of TNT… Of course, 10 times is just an ideal value, but even a few times is enough to reflect its terrifying power.
It not only destroyed the corridor, but also instantly obliterated the remaining parts of the medical station.
The billowing smoke and the frantic air currents after the explosion instantly broke through the surrounding thick fog, dyeing everything gray-black.
One can’t say that Gongsun Wuwo wasn’t harmed at all… only that the damage was minimal to him.
Gongsun Wuwo, emerging from the smoke, had most of his clothes vanished, almost to the point of being indecently clad. Yet, the exposed flesh was unscathed.
A rising heat slowly ascended from Gongsun Wuwo’s body as he emerged from the flames, more resembling a Devil.
Song Haoran helplessly climbed up from the ground… If even this cannot kill him, it seems there’s no way around it.
With his meridians severed and bearing the explosive impact power, Song Da could only be described as wrecked. Standing seemed unstable.
“Human wisdom is truly terrifying,” Gongsun Wuwo flashed before Song Haoran.
Song Haoran couldn’t react or muster strength, as Gongsun Wuwo easily seized Song Haoran’s forehead, lifting him up.
“If such good stuff could be produced indefinitely, even I couldn’t bear it,” Gongsun Wuwo slightly applied force with his fingers as if he could crush Song Haoran’s forehead at any moment.
This forced Song Haoran to utter a deep, painful scream.
But Gongsun Wuwo quickly released him, nonchalantly saying, “Don’t worry, I said I wouldn’t kill you, so I won’t… But you won’t live long… Soon, the Supreme will devour your flesh, and you will survive in another form.”
Just then, Gongsun Wuwo noticed an irregular smile on Song Haoran’s face… The smile was not only eerie but also audible.
“What are you laughing at?” Gongsun Wuwo snorted coldly.
“Posturing…” Song Haoran replied with a difficult, painful laugh, “Don’t you understand… how… to write?”
“Your mouth is indeed impressive,” Gongsun Wuwo sneered.
Suddenly, Song Haoran swung his hand, revealing a black dagger he was holding unknowingly.
Such an ambush had no effect on Gongsun Wuwo… The dagger stabbed Gongsun Wuwo’s chest position fiercely but couldn’t penetrate, as if hitting a steel plate!
“Isn’t this a bit against the rules?” Song Haoran remarked bitterly.
Refusing to accept defeat, he stabbed again with less force. Gongsun Wuwo mockingly watched the opponent’s struggle.
With the third stab, the force was even less… Song Haoran repeatedly stabbed Gongsun Wuwo’s chest at the same spot, but each attempt weakened in strength.
His stamina had long reached its limit, relying only on tenacity for support.
“Trying to break through by concentrating at a point is a good idea,” Gongsun Wuwo calmly remarked, “But this force is too light to even scratch me… Give up.”
Gongsun Wuwo felt quite pleased observing Song Haoran’s eyes gradually fill with despair until his arm holding the dagger weakened and fell.
“What’s wrong, already done for?” Gongsun Wuwo sneered.
Song Haoran breathed heavily, gasping, his body drenched in sweat from surpassing physical limits by using plex Martial Skills, having his meridians shattered by Gongsun Wuwo, and enduring the blast’s impact. The pain had reached a non-human extent, each second being an extreme test of will.
Song Da weakly muttered, “Damn it… Who said… villains die… because they talk… too much…”
Reaching the limit of both physical and willpower, Song Haoran collapsed, hands dropping as the dagger slipped from his fingers, even his arms shaking lightly.
He seemed to struggle, striving to move his fingers.
“Then accept your fate,” Gongsun Wuwo again grabbed Song Haoran’s head.
“I…” Song Da suddenly murmured, “Am… quite selfish… Trying to get benefits from me… might have to wait for the next life!”
Action!
Gongsun Wuwo instinctively anticipated another desperate attack, as Song Haoran had repeatedly attempted to break his defenses by continuously stabbing the same spot.
But when the dagger was about to stab again, it didn’t actually thrust out as expected. Instead, that black dagger reversed beyond Gongsun Wuwo’s calculation, slicing!
The dagger unexpectedly sliced across Song Haoran’s throat!
Suicide!
A sudden blood mark appeared on Song Haoran’s neck, followed by the rampant heartbeat that expelled blood from the carotid artery. The blood splattering onto Gongsun Wuwo at that moment elicited an angry roar from him!
“Truly vicious!”
Such ruthlessness shocked Gongsun Wuwo to his core; Song Haoran wore an eerie smile, yet his body fell, twitching nonstop… his pupils slowly dilating.
Gongsun Wuwo instantly felt nervous, swiftly pressing his palm over Song Haoran’s neck, intending to seal the wound with strength.
The cultivation technique practiced by that man in yellow robes was stolen from the Xuanyuan Palace vault during his defection. Gongsun Wuwo had read but not practiced it… The Great Desolation Heaven Swallowing Art was unusually deceitful, providing powerful strength but would lead to him being annihilated if he targeted the Gongsun Clan’s bloodline.
Although unpracticed, Gongsun Wuwo extensively studied this Evil Skill.
After death, flesh remains fresh, and the soul lingers briefly within the meat… Despite lesser effects, it’s better than nothing.
At this point, observing Song Haoran’s fading gaze, Gongsun Wuwo shook his head helplessly and said, “Kid, I sincerely beg you to hold on a bit longer…”
“Alright!”
“What!”
In a moment of lightning and stone fire, Song Haoran’s dim gaze suddenly became clear. This unexpected change stunned Gongsun Wuwo, his mouth opening in surprise.
At that instant, Song Haoran’s fingers flicked sharply, propelling something directly into Gongsun Wuwo’s mouth. Concurrently, Song Haoran made another move, punching Gongsun Wuwo’s chest!
The punch packed strong power, not quite achievable for someone with severed meridians, though insufficient to break Gongsun Wuwo’s physical defense, yet sufficient to make Gongsun Wuwo instinctively swallow what was directed into his mouth.
“You’re alright?”
Song Haoran sat up, gesturing a farewell… Gongsun Wuwo’s eyes widened abruptly.
A violent energy burst within him, Gongsun Wuwo screamed a piercing shriek as a flame column spewed from his mouth!
Afterward, Gongsun Wuwo bowed his head slowly, his bull-like eyes fixated fiercely on Song Haoran.
Song Da was genuinely bitterly smiling now… What kind of person can swallow high-energy explosives, and after an internal explosion, still not be blown apart!
Facing Gongsun Wuwo’s enraged expression, Song Haoran sighed, “How will you ever die…”
Yet Song Haoran quickly rallied his spirits… There were still some Resurrection Coins; he’d fight for whatever extent possible!
He held the dagger horizontally in front, Song Haoran took a deep breath, his arms gradually turning fiery red… yet at this moment, Gongsun Wuwo still remained motionless.
Song Haoran hesitated for a moment, only to see that Gongsun Wuwo’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were all bleeding. After that, he unexpectedly fell backward directly!
After a while, Song Haoran whistled, lifted Gongsun Wuwo’s arm with his leg, and when he saw that he had no reaction, he let out a long sigh of relief.
“Shaqiang, Hu Tou, Alex, Potter, Afeng, Chen Kai, Amani, Dantou, Xiao Dao… I’ve avenged you. If there is a next life, don’t follow me…”
At this time, wisps of silver-like smoke began to emerge from Gongsun Wuwo’s body, seeming to be attracted by something, rushing towards Song Haoran’s chest—into the ‘Sun God Badge’ he wore.
Simultaneously, Song Haoran also felt something rudely being stuffed into his head.
It seemed to be a series of images.
A naked young boy practicing boxing under a waterfall…
Gongsun Wuwo.
His whole life!
The Badge of the Sun God seemed to appear or unlock new abilities!
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…
The man in the yellow robe and Princess Chuyang were staring at each other, neither of them moved first… or rather, they were in a confrontation.
It’s unclear how much time had passed when two figures emerged from the dense fog… landing on either side of the sinking edge of the medical station, also facing off.
It was Gong Fanxing and Qin Chuyu.
Their appearance was also not in great condition, Qin Chuyu’s face was slightly pale, her shoulder had a bloody wound that stained her white clothes red.
Meanwhile, Gong Fanxing’s bun was cut, her face bearing a shocking scar… her left arm drooping low, with blood continuously dripping from her fingertips.
At this moment, four people in four corners formed an eerie standoff.
“Everyone… quite plete, huh?”
A lazy voice suddenly broke the mysterious atmosphere, also capturing everyone’s attention… only to see Song Haoran slowly emerge from a fragment of the wall.
“You’re not dead…” Princess Chuyang looked at this man full of sinister energy incredulously.
“Lucky life.” Song Haoran shrugged his shoulders, then stretched out his hand and threw something… the corpse of Gongsun Wuwo!
The corpse rolled into the deep pit at this moment. The man in the yellow robe and Gong Fanxing watched as Gongsun Wuwo’s corpse rolled to the bottom of the pit, their expressions subtly changed.
This pit was punched out by Gongsun Wuwo’s fists, but now it’s his own burial… It’s simply grave-digging for himself, filled with the taste of irony.
It was not difficult for several people to understand the malice in Song Haoran’s behavior.
Princess Chuyang frowned… She was born with superpowers and tremendous spiritual power, so she could mentally attach to Song Haoran’s body, directing him to confront Gongsun Wuwo. When her consciousness left Song Haoran’s body, she was very aware of his physical condition then.
But at this moment, Song Haoran was far more full of Essence Qi, spirit, and energy than before, as if he had been reborn.
Gong Fanxing glanced at the man in the yellow robe, displaying a solemn expression, while the man in the yellow robe simply pondered silently… Song Haoran, however, looked at Qin Chuyu.
“Ms. Ren, shall we join forces?”
Qin Chuyu didn’t respond, merely cast a calm glance at Song Haoran, then her gaze locked back onto Gong Fanxing.
“What’s your name?” The man in the yellow robe suddenly spoke.
He was looking at Song Haoran.
Young Master Song raised his eyebrows, “Song Haoran.”
The man in the yellow robe was silent for a moment, then nodded, “The Royal Family doesn’t need useless bloodlines. Since you can kill Gongsun Wuwo, I acknowledge you have the qualifications to stay… Around here, there are two other descendants of mine, they are your kin, aren’t they?”
Song Haoran’s expression gradually turned cold, his body suddenly emanating mysterious fluctuations.
The man in the yellow robe waved his hand, “Rest assured, for allowing you to stay, naturally, I will also permit you to keep your close relatives here. The fact they could produce such an outstanding offspring is considered meritorious. Live well… I’m looking forward to it.”
With that, the man in the yellow robe turned to leave.
Seeing this, Gong Fanxing chuckled lightly, “Little girl, today you had the advantage of weapons, without the Green Lotus Sword Song, I wonder how many moves you could withstand from me?”
“Trying to escape?” Qin Chuyu snorted coldly.
“I’ll play with you another day!” Gong Fanxing then soared into the sky, and with a palm strike down, the momentum was immense!
Qin Chuyu waved her sword to counter, her sword light sweeping away everything, yet the trace of Gong Fanxing was already lost… With their prowess, once they decide to leave, it’s hard to stop them unless prepared to fight endlessly.
Seeing the disappearance of Gong Fanxing, Qin Chuyu frowned, glanced at Gongsun Wuwo’s corpse in the pit, then sheathed her sword and dashed into the thick fog.
Song Haoran suddenly leapt to Princess Chuyang’s side and asked, “Princess, are you just going to let him go?”
The Princess had long tucked the Suihou Pearl away, after quite some time already, Young Master Song could hardly believe Princess Chuyang hadn’t regained some strength.
“This person… is no weaker than I.” Princess Chuyang responded indifferently, then turned and said, “I’m tired, let’s return.”
After that, only three Song Family warriors emerged from the ruins, ing to Song Haoran’s side.
Song Haoran let out a slight sigh, pointed to the deep pit ahead, and said expressionlessly, “Bury Dantou and Xiao Dao’s bodies in there, someone will acpany them.”
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“Your Majesty, why let that kid go?”
In the fog, Gong Fanxing asked the man in the yellow robe while stopping her bleeding… As for Gongsun Wuwo’s death, it seemed to have little impact on her.
“The dynasty no longer exists.” The man in the yellow robe calmly said, “Even though I forcibly remained, Heaven and Earth have changed… This child’s body is filled with imperial aura, and the dynasty’s fortune seems to be gathering around him. As long as he stays in the Divine Land, he may one day awaken the ley line of our dynasty.”
“Your Majesty means?”
“I need him to stay, so one day he can… vie for the dragon.”
“But Your Majesty, with your current status…”
The man in the yellow robe waved his hand and said, “The bloodline of my Zhao Song Royal Family is not just limited to this… The excellent ones can stay, the mediocrities are unnecessary.”
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