Above Destiny

Chapter 852 Doing Things
Ten minutes ago, outside the secluded and peaceful clubhouse, in a tranquil setting, the guards were heavily armed.

However, despite the numerous guards patrolling the area, they could not see any figures standing in front of the building.

The shimmering light enveloped them, so much so that they couldn't see each other even when passing by, and they didn't even realize what they were doing when they subconsciously made way for each other.

The chosen ones of the Mirror system have erected a barrier, erasing all traces of their existence.

"This is it."

Ling Shuo glanced down at the message on his phone, then looked at the boy beside him, waiting for a response.

Xiao An looked blankly at him for a moment, then suddenly realized, "It's my turn to do something, right? Is there anything I should pay attention to?"

"...Uh, be careful?"

Ling Shuo thought for a long time, but really didn't dare to tell this person how to do things. "Anyway, do whatever you want, just kill anyone who resists."

"I understand."

Xiao An nodded and smiled; her shy and bewildered expression vanished, replaced by an air of confidence.

"Leave it to me."

"Do you need any help?" Ling Shuo asked with concern. "I have some here too..."

"It doesn't matter."

An Ran turned around, glanced at the people following behind him, and said nonchalantly, "Just don't get in the way."

For a fleeting moment, one of the people's expressions changed, and he opened his mouth as if to speak, but Ling Shuo suddenly turned around and looked at him. His face, backlit by the light, was completely black, with only his cold eyes, which blocked the sound from coming out of the other person's throat.

To shut up.

In the brief silence, no one spoke.

The boy had already stepped forward, walking towards the front as if on a picnic, stepping up the steps one by one. With a crisp beep, the automatic doors slid open to both sides.

In the magnificent hall, the drowsy receptionist behind the counter looked up blankly and saw the boy who had appeared out of nowhere. She was stunned for a moment, but then she heard a rustling sound beside her.

Among the many guards in the hall, some were the first to react, instinctively pulling back their gun barrels and raising their weapons... and then, nothing more.

The boy placed one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and raised the other hand, swinging it casually.

Snap of fingers.

A crisp sound echoed in the hall, enveloping it in deathly silence, with only the continuous cracking sounds remaining.

As the sword energy was unleashed, the guards who had drawn their weapons fell backward, their throats spitting out blood that stained the receptionist's stunned face.

The scarlet, blood-red liquid meandered downwards, flowing over the stiff face.

Her face contorted, and she staggered backward. The supervisor beside her instinctively reached under the counter, opened her mouth, and screamed...

Before that, a bright red spot of blood suddenly appeared on my forehead.

They froze.

A low thud sounded as the person fell to the ground.

Now, only the receptionist behind the counter remains in the entire lobby.

Watching the boy, still covered in blood, walk step by step towards the counter.

"Hello, where is the person?"

"..."

In the brief silence, the receptionist struggled to speak, suppressing the urge to scream. Tears streamed down her face as she choked back sobs, unable to speak clearly: "Third...no, fourth...fourth floor, the...meeting room..."

"Thank you."

Xiao An nodded: "Where is the elevator?"

A trembling finger rose and pointed to the right side of the hall.

"Okay, bye."

After taking a couple of steps, Xiao An suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back: "Don't run away, you'll be killed. Sit down and wait a while."

"Okay, okay..."

A trembling receptionist collapsed to the ground, staring at the supervisor's frozen, pale face, trembling with fear, and bursting into tears.

Ding--

The elevator arrives, opens, and then closes.

up.

A rich and sweet fragrance filled the air, and the melodious violin music echoed in the elevator. Xiao An lowered her head and tapped her fingers on the hilt of her sword, once, twice, three times.

"Don't rush," he said. "It'll be soon."

The lingering resentment throbbed softly, impatient and thirsty, yet the fierce and malevolent aura emanating from the sheath licked at the boy's fingertips and palms like the tongue of a loyal dog.

It's strangely itchy.

They can be a bit clingy, but not annoying. It's like having a good friend by your side. They're not weak, they're not afraid, and they don't hesitate. They just want to be with you, even if it means facing all the strong enemies.

Brother Ji Jue is so nice.

The boy's smile was reflected on the smooth, mirror-like elevator doors, so radiant and gentle, until a crisp sound rang out again, the doors opened from the center, tearing the boy's smile apart.

The crystal chandelier in the corridor outside the elevator shone brightly, reflecting in eyes that were so dark.

A thick, smoky atmosphere filled the air.

The confidants and subordinates brought by each organization to the meeting are now standing in the corridor in a dense crowd, vaguely divided into several different groups according to their respective affiliations and distance.

We're all from a remote village, so there's no room for gentleness, courtesy, frugality, or humility. Besides, we have a lot of blood feuds between us. If the bigwigs weren't having a meeting, a fight might have already broken out outside.

Now, while waiting, some are smoking, some are spacing out, some are chatting idly, and some are even rolling their eyes and laughing foolishly after getting an injection. The cigarette butts they throw away and the betel nut residue and juice they spit out fall on the floor.

They stared at each other coldly, or with fake smiles, in silent confrontation.

The silence was broken by the crisp sound of the elevator doors opening, and when all eyes turned toward them, they saw the boy stepping out of the elevator.

Ten, twenty, thirty...

The boy's gaze swept over the slightly surprised faces, and he nodded slightly, as if in greeting: "It's alright, not too troublesome, if we're fast enough..."

He bent down, half-squatting, supporting himself on the ground with his left hand, while his other hand rested on the hilt of Lihen's sword.

It's like preparing to start a race.

Without greetings or salutations, in the instant their eyes met, only masterful throwing skills were displayed – Archery Ceremony: Fierce!

The boy's figure suddenly flickered and disappeared, shooting out like a ghost.

Even the sound of something cutting through the air couldn't be heard, not a ripple was stirred, not even dust could avoid it, only a biting chill swept over us.

Right there in the crowd, Sheng Bian, who was yawning, suddenly trembled, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he unleashed his spiritual energy.

I felt death was so close.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Even with the transcendent vision of the ascended, it was impossible to catch that figure; all that could be seen were the blurry traces left behind as the crowd twisted and turned.

Even a single, perfectly precise action.

Draw your sword.

A bird's call flashed by.

"..."

The ascended chosen one paused for a moment, bewildered and terrified, then suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh and stood frozen in place.

The others didn't even realize what had happened.

It has ended.

In the blink of an eye, the young man who had swept across the entire corridor sheathed his sword. Behind him, a sluggish illusory light appeared belatedly, spreading its wings as lightly as a bird, meandering through the corridor. Wherever it passed, fine streaks of blood stretched out from the faces, crisscrossing each other.

puff!
Countless shattering sounds overlapped, turning into a low, muffled thud. Limbs and broken bones flew into the air, and blood splattered and splashed, smearing the walls, ceiling, floor, and chandeliers of the corridor.

Transform everything into the purest crimson.

One sword!
"It's so easy to use."

An Ran lowered her head, looking at Li Hen with slight shock, and sincerely exclaimed, "You are so strong!"

They cried out in sorrow, yet were also filled with joy and pride.

"Yes, I'm very strong too."

Anran nodded, expressing her heartfelt gratitude:
"Thank you for the compliment."

When the door fell backward, he stared at the scene inside, paused for a moment, and quickly wiped the smile off his face, putting on a stern expression.

After habitually apologizing for eavesdropping and chuckling, he found himself at a loss for what to do next in the awkward atmosphere.

Oops, did I say something wrong?

When he was at home, he had elders to look after him, and after running away from home, he had Sister Wen to guide him. It was the first time he had to take on a responsibility on his own, and he really didn't have any experience, but he really didn't want anyone to notice.

At this moment, his mind was blank, and he instinctively imitated his sister's actions, trying his best to appear solemn, indifferent, and disdainful.

He said, "Kneel down, or die."

"..."

Silence, an awkward silence, seemed to grow even more awkward.

Even the people in the conference room were stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what kind of kid had come to tell jokes and why he was being so polite.
So much so that Xiao An subconsciously scratched her head and realized: Did she accidentally say "please" just now?

Should we do it again? It doesn't matter.

Anyway, no one knelt down.

In the brief second of waiting, Xiao An couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

No longer nervous.

It seems everyone is planning to die.

That's great, now we don't have to worry about killing the wrong person again.

And so, Anran drew his sword.

Singing a song of parting sorrow.

A clanging sound erupted from the dangling blade, instantly enveloping the entire conference room.

The sound of the longsword suddenly rose, as brutal as thunder and as turbulent as a gale, stretching endlessly. Wherever it passed, bloodstains appeared on the walls, tables, chairs, ceilings, and faces.

This is a technique passed down from the Gu family of Daochi.

——【Wind and Thunder Guidance】!
He sang while playing his sword, the sword resonating with a powerful sound.

The application of sword resonance lies in using the tangible to seek the intangible, and then using the intangible to control the tangible, thus touching upon the lofty spirit of the four seasons and the essence of the great river flowing eastward through the transformation and control of existence and non-existence.

Transforming sword energy into qi is merely the foundation; now, using qi to resonate is a more advanced application.

That is why the Gu family's original appeal to superiors was to control the invisible currents through the ability of "Silent Sound"; otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to touch upon the transformation between existence and non-existence. However, Ji Jue has already made up for this deficiency with "Separation of Hatred," so it is not difficult at all.

At this moment, with a single sword strike, thunder roared and wind howled. Two completely different sword energies collided, intensified, and evolved under exquisite control, transforming into a raging storm of thousands of storm-like waves that engulfed everything.

In the blink of an eye, a third of the people in the conference room who couldn't dodge in time were frozen in place. The sound of cracking was incessant. Their defensive structures were instantly shattered, and then they exploded into a perfectly uniform cloud of blood mist without any residue.

At the critical moment of life and death, Li Shiye, with his rotten teeth, reacted with exceptional speed. The sallow complexion, wrinkles, and age spots on his face vanished instantly, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light, reflecting the oncoming storm of sword energy.

His hands suddenly clasped together, and he shouted the true words:

--【Certainly】!
The sword energy that rushed towards him trembled, but instead of freezing in mid-air as expected, it moved forward inch by inch in the frozen air like an electric drill, piercing towards his body.

But a moment is enough.

Without hesitation, Master Li jumped out, smashed through the window, and ran away!
But then, he was terrified.

Because he jumped back through the hole he had created!

At this moment, everyone looked out the window and couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines. The view outside the window behind the curtains was no longer the original scene, but a reflection that was exactly the same as the one inside the meeting room!

At that moment, the people in the other conference room also stared blankly in this direction, as if reflected in a mirror.

A labyrinth of illusion and reality, an endless corridor.

This is the Mirror System's blockade!
Even if you know it's an illusion, if you can't find a crack or forcefully break free, you can only keep tumbling back and forth between the reflections on both sides, with no way to survive.

What's more, there's this deadly guy coming at us with a sword.

"Sword teeth?!"

For a moment, Derento was stunned into silence, staring intently at the boy who had drawn his sword, at his face and the ability he had just used: "No, this is projection, you are An Jia... wait, there must be some mistake here..."

There was no misunderstanding, and no waiting.

He remained silent, only brandishing his sword.

The storm is about to begin again!

This time, the raging wind and thunder subsided, collapsing and coalescing into a straight line. It pierced through the short distance, and by the time the barrier came to its senses, it had already been torn apart with overwhelming force.

When life and death hung in the balance, an iron arm stretched out and blocked the piercing of hundreds of sword energies head-on. The iron light vibrated, and many scratches appeared.

They managed to block it in the end!

"No gloves, no flying light, what are you scared of!" Berg, the agent sent by the family, roared. "A transformation, and you're already scared like this!"

Seeing that the once passionate Derento was now so frightened by a mere projectile, he was furious: Your uncle has been too good to you.

"When you're doing something big, you can't afford to hesitate. Look at them, they just take it down first!"

Even before Derento spoke, Feng Mo from Shiye Wasteland and Geber from the Iron Hook District had already rushed out and launched a fierce attack on An Ran without hesitation!

Three figures clashed, swords clashing incessantly, each note high-pitched and sparks flying.
An Ran's figure flew backward, narrowly avoiding the slashing blade and the hand stabbing from behind, without getting entangled.

In the conference room, which was cramped for Bai Lu, the electric beam moved about, completely ignoring the two who were attacking her.

As Brother Ji Jue once said: Don't fight the tough ones head-on; pick the soft ones first!
Brother Ji Jue is right!

With a resounding sword cry, the majestic wind and thunder vanished, and the [Wind and Thunder Guidance] dissipated, replaced by the [Dragon Soaring Technique]!
No vast, desolate roar could be heard, only waves stirred within the soul. This skill was not used externally, but rather for the self!

A spiritual tremor erupted, like a burning flame, enveloping the boy's figure in pale light, causing his speed to increase again, faster and faster!

Even amidst the siege, the sword energy unleashed, enhanced by projection techniques, seemed to move like living things, stirring up a bloody storm once again in the conference room.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
The sounds of explosions were incessant. Seeing Xiao An slaughtering people one by one right in front of him, Feng Mo, who was hot on his heels, was enraged.
"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

I was originally going to spare your life, but now it seems... you should just die!
Suddenly, the air in the conference room became thicker and harder to breathe. The sword energy that had been slashing towards them shattered, and a strange scale-like light appeared on Feng Mo's body. His head and horns were sharp and rugged, just like a dragon!

The reborn form has appeared.

The water vapor suddenly turned icy cold, like a blade, wrapping around the figure with nowhere to escape, slowing him down. But Feng Mo was like a fish in water, his speed increasing dramatically as he pounced!

Before that, a bloody gash had already burst open on An Ran's chest.

Penetrate!

From within his shadow, a strange hand emerged out of thin air, piercing through his back, crushing his heart, and exiting from his chest.

Just as An Ran's attention was drawn to Feng Mo, Berger silently revealed his reborn form, instantly disappearing into the shadows for a fatal blow.

The brutal power within the Shadow Hand erupted, spread, and ravaged the soul.

The pain of parting was released from his grasp.

"I thought it was some kind of hunter, but it turns out to be such a disgraceful thing."

Feng Mo grabbed the boy by the neck, lifted him up, and with a sinister grin, tightened his grip inch by inch: "I don't care who you are, I'm here to clean up your family's mess!"

The boy's lips moved silently, as if in a soft sigh.

pity.

I originally thought I could be a little greedier, but it seems this is the limit.

It doesn't matter anymore, it's been almost over anyway.

In that instant, Anran closed her eyes and sighed silently:
So--

—This hunted prey is offered to the white deer!

The moment those eyes opened again, what he saw was a magnificent outline that seemed like a phantom. At the end of the endless wilderness, a giant deer with wolf carcasses hanging from its horns looked down at him.

In those bright eyes, it seemed as if they contained timeless truths, witnessing endless life and death, the changing seasons, and the transformation of the world.

A thousand years, ten thousand years, pass in the blink of an eye.

When he came to his senses, he heard a roar like a storm.

The White Deer Summons.

And so, at the edge of the wilderness, a ferocious outline appeared, and a colossal beast pieced together from endless rusted blades opened its eyes.

The lost beast, which should have been completely forgotten, roared and walked step by step, looking at the long-lost inheritor after many years.

Examine closely, scrutinize with indifference.

Gazing into those calm eyes, I found no wavering or hesitation.

Then, the beast smiled silently, grinned, and pounced, disappearing into his body and breaking through the last insignificant barrier for him!

A crisp sound rang out, as if a door had opened.

For so many years, the boundary that had been impossible to break through due to the lack of guidance from the flying light shattered with a resounding clang of the sword!

In the moment of deathly silence, An Ran finally opened her eyes.

On the blood-stained face, the eyes no longer held any innocence or shyness, only the cruelty and indifference of a wild beast.

click -

A shattering sound rang out, coming from Feng Mo's body; his outstretched hand was severed at the elbow!

Amidst the gushing blood, the sword that appeared out of thin air in the boy's hand stabbed towards his feet, easily disrupting the gathering shadows, and droplets of ink-black blood spurted out.

Reborn form, manifest!

In a split second, everyone instinctively wanted to close the distance and launch a fierce attack, but when they came to their senses, they did not see the ray of light that severed life and death.

It was terrifying!

and many more!

Oh no, the reborn form of the Bladetooth lineage... I think it's...

Amidst the siege, An Ran, on the verge of death, coughed up blood, grinned, laughed silently, and raised her hand.

Snap your fingers!

The sound of the sword resounded again, like a call and a shout, making the sword of parting sorrow, which had been released from the hand, sing excitedly, and iron color emerged from the blood light.

Endless sword energy surged forth, intertwining and condensing into a real and tangible outline, protecting An Ran in front of her.

It was like a monster pieced together from countless swords and blades, devouring people with its ferocity and rage!
Sword energy takes form, its cry imbued with spirit!
Based on the changes in the presence or absence of sword energy, and with one's own life and soul as the source, it is forged and recreated from the essence of supreme goodness, achieving a new realm where man and sword are one and complement each other.

This is Anran's unique rebirth form: the "Form of Separation and Hatred"!
(End of this chapter)