Above Destiny

Chapter 853 The Hunt Begins
Tragedy.

It was an absolute tragedy.

It can only be said that they didn't suffer from cultural shortcomings, but instead suffered from being too old-fashioned in the business world.

Just like how Feng Mo and Berger were not fooled by An Ran's not-so-skilled swordsmanship and immediately focused on her amazing throwing technique!
Therefore, a decisive error occurred in the judgment.

If you're facing a flying beam, you need to close the distance and kill it as quickly as possible. But if you're facing a fanged blade, you need to immediately create distance, otherwise…

It will end up like this.

Blood, blood, blood and blood.

Amidst the heavy siege, a sword flashed, and severed limbs and bones shot into the sky. In the sudden storm, fine fragments flew everywhere, and crimson blood splattered everywhere.

Amidst the sea of ​​blood, the sword beast looms arrogantly. Separation's hatred opens its mouth, and it sings aloud!

How many swords were slashed in that instant?

No one could count, distinguish, or understand the terrifying destructive power that surpassed the ordinary rebirth level, which burst forth under the swipe of the sword!

In an instant, all of An Ran's spiritual energy transformed into sword energy, surging forth in a frenzied outpouring—Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!

Within ten steps, as if from the mouth of a sword beast, with its cleaving teeth, an extremely sharp and ferocious light was applied to every opponent within range.

There was not a single wasted or oversight; every bit of destructive power was precisely and fatally applied to vital organs, including the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, heart, lungs, arteries, and limbs—with absolutely no waste.

Furthermore, not even a speck of dust was disturbed!

The devastation caused by the wind and thunder just now paled in comparison to the chilling, life-and-death atmosphere of this moment.

In the deathly silence, only the lingering echoes in the air remained, like the resounding clang of an ancient zither, lingering for three days, the melody never ceasing.

So cruel, yet so melodious.

—The Chapter of Sword Echoes: [Gods and Men Rejoice]!
Breaking free from the barriers of my own body, extending my senses and power outward, entrusting my existence to sword energy, transcending the limitations of my limbs and physical form.

Therefore, it is like heaven and earth interacting, and gods and humans enjoying themselves together!
In that instant, Feng Mo, his flesh mangled and bloodied, grinned silently, and the scales covering his cracked body gathered again!
Even though it was covered in wounds and its bones were exposed, the scales were incredibly tough and resilient, defying all expectations. After absorbing most of the sword energy, it was still alive even though it was on the verge of death!

As long as they are alive, the hunt will not end!
Feng Mo roared, and a blood-red spear appeared out of thin air, piercing towards An Ran, who had exhausted all her spiritual energy and had no more sword energy left.

It pierced through the skull in an instant!

A shattering sound rang out, and that beautiful face was gone forever, torn to pieces.

But Feng Mo's smile froze on his face.

You can't sense any spiritual energy, sword energy, or even life and soul; it's just an empty shell!
But where is Anran now?
"Still, there's something... I'm not quite familiar with it..."

His broken face lifted, his lips parted: "But now, it's alright..."

With just a tremor of the sword, the Beast of Separation reappeared behind him!
The sword energy that had been roaring out gathered again, as if time had reversed, returning to that broken body. It transformed from nothingness into blood and spiritual matter, and the vanished soul returned to the body once more!

They were reborn safely, unharmed.

He even politely nodded to Feng Mo in front of him and said:
"Thank you."

The screams only started at that moment.

The shadows surged and spread, and Berger, who had been hiding in the shadows, was actually forced back into his original form from his reborn state, falling to the ground and screaming in agony.

It was as if all the skin on his body had been peeled off, leaving him covered in blood, and above his eyes were two dark, empty holes.
Reinvented!

The rebirth form of the Blade Tooth series emphasizes the mutual transformation and generation of man and sword—the two are inherently in a relationship of coexistence. What creates the form of Separation and Hatred is not only the sword, but also Anran himself!

The two are now one.

The manifestation of the beast form is nothing more than the inheritance of spirituality and the influence of the white deer. It can be a wild beast or a human. It is simply peace itself!

The sword energy takes form, and its sound imbues it with spirit.

Its true effect is to imbue fleeting wisps of sword energy with life and spirit, from An Ran's own life and soul!
Thus, he temporarily transformed himself into sword energy!
As long as the thought remains, the sword energy will never cease.

Similarly, as long as the sword energy remains, one's own life and soul cannot be said to be severed.

As a result, Berger, who thought he could be safe by hiding in the shadows, suffered a severe blow from the inside out.

"...Two-thirds, no, four-fifths?"

An Ran held Li Hen in her hand and muttered to herself, "This move was still too dangerous; I almost lost control."

No wonder the book says that the key to transcending the divine realm lies in the boundless spirit of heaven and earth, the divine and the spiritual. Anything that probes this spirit is easily lost forever; its use must be approached with utmost caution. This is a technique that can only be used when one has transcended a higher level.

With just one move, four-fifths of his spiritual essence was completely consumed, leaving very little.

And those remaining are: one, two, three, four, five...

Five!

Feng Mo, Berger, Berger, Derento, Lingzan.

Despite having an overwhelming numerical advantage and a vastly different amount of spiritual energy, the moment they were stared at by those dark eyes, they couldn't help but feel their hearts pound with fear!
It's like a superior enemy looking down from above.

So this is what a serrated edge looks like...?

Berg, who was standing guard in front of Derento, felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively became alert.

They were clearly in the lead, yet not one of them dared to launch another attack.

Of the four lineages—scales, horns, claws, and teeth—those lineages that can be bestowed the name of supreme goodness are all achieved through a massive amount of corpses and deaths.

Even if a dying Hunter Finger Light is still alive, as long as its finger can move, no, even if its finger can't move, as long as it doesn't lose its will, a wisp of light can descend from the sky from thousands of miles away.

The most terrifying aspect of the former Bladetooth lineage was that... within ten feet, blood would splatter five steps away!
Once you step into the fangs' attack range, your life or death is no longer in your own hands. Therefore, you must maintain your distance and neutralize their attacks first...

Before I could even finish processing my thoughts, I heard the sound of swords ringing out again!

The sharp sword energy was already rushing towards us!

Holy shit—

Berg's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but want to curse.

Is this still ten feet? Don't even mention ten feet, it could be twenty or thirty feet!

Yet the sword energy remained as sharp and violent as ever, without the slightest loss or delay, its agility undiminished.

Then, while drenched in sweat, it finally dawned on me.

Damn it... Projection!!!
Although this little pup's matrix is ​​Jianming, his projection technique is a unique secret of the An family. Let alone thirty or fifty feet, even a hundred feet away is no different from right under one's nose!
What the hell is this?! Are they training hunters and sabers together?!
When did your two families start teaming up?

Where is the leader?
They need to do something about it!

The leader remains silent, far away on the horizon.

And this oddball who is the head of both families is right in front of us!
Undeterred by the difference between friend and foe, he calmly and decisively shot out—Archery of the Dead!

It was a case of picking on the weakest link; in an instant, the sword of hatred appeared behind the stunned Derento.

Bang!
With a sharp scraping sound, the sword blade collided with the iron hand, severing one finger, and then another!
Derento stared blankly down at the aid his uncle had sent, and in that instant, he reached out and pierced through his own body to block the sword from behind.

In terror, he screamed!
When faced with two evils, choose the lesser one.

Berg had no choice. If the blade were to stab Derento, he would explode on the spot. Since he couldn't get around it, he simply pierced Derento's body with one hand and blocked the fatal sword from behind for him.

At the same time, another hand pressed against his face, completely transforming Derento into stone, harder than metal, thus completely protecting this guy who was useless except for his words within his own power.

Amidst the clanging and scraping sounds, he grinned maliciously, gripping the blade of the sword of parting hatred tightly!

Now, the sword is in my hand!
Without any shouting or calling out, everyone attacked in unison, surrounding and assaulting them.

Feng Mo's blood-red spear surged forward, its surface condensed with malevolent killing intent, the spear revealing a bone-like hue, intertwined with currents. A spear of dragon scales!

The shadows surged like a raging tide. The blind Berger suddenly clasped his hands together, and the shadow beneath his feet burst forth and expanded, transforming into hundreds of hands that gripped An Ran tightly, entangled and controlled her.

Without a sound, Ling Zan's figure appeared behind An Ran. Gone was his previous miserable state of being on the verge of death. A short dagger appeared out of thin air in his hand. The dagger was pitch black and filled with cursed poison, a sure kill with one strike!

Unfortunately, at that very moment, Berg's expression suddenly twisted.

The hand that had been gripping the sword suddenly went empty; the hatred that had been held tightly vanished into thin air. Not only did the hatred disappear, but Anran also vanished!
Even though he remained in the same place, all the constraints and shackles could no longer reach him.

It felt like being in another world.

He transformed into a phantom, stepped forward, and calmly bypassed the stone statues and Berg that blocked his way. Countless shadowy hands brushed against the hem of his clothes, but to no avail.

For a mere second, An Ran seemed to transcend reality; all attempts to lock onto or capture him failed to find his presence.

As if invisible.

In a daze, everyone seemed to be seeing a hallucinatory scene...

It was as if a sudden comet, like a sharp blade, broke through the obstruction of the stars and moved forward unrestrainedly, cutting the moon's radiance in half!

A comet streaks across the moon in a fleeting moment; a white rainbow pierces the sun in the blink of an eye.

When I came to my senses, it was already too late.

This is the work that Ji Jue created for Xiao An after he became a master, based on the design of the Fish Intestine, transcending the scope of the Nine Forms, and combining the inheritance and form of the Knife Tooth lineage—[Heavenly Craftsmanship: Separation and Sorrow]!
One second, just one second!

In that brief, almost imperceptible second, all senses and all techniques—the pursuit, the restraint, the control—could no longer touch him in the slightest.

The white deer's freedom is revealed here; unrestrained, free from confinement, immune to all negative effects and control states, untouched by anything in the mortal world.

He crossed mountains of knives and seas of fire; he has reached his destination.

They arrived in front of the dazed Berger.

The soft persimmons are here!
Amidst the endless shadows, Berger, having exerted all his strength, finally sensed something was wrong. He raised his head, and for a moment, it seemed he wanted to say something.

But he could no longer make a sound.

The ethereal sword light flashed and vanished in an instant, severing all ties.

A head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.

Then, Anran turned around, looked behind her, counted the items, and suddenly realized.

"There are three left."

He laughed.

There were actually three more hunts like this.

Ten minutes later, the entire clubhouse fell into dead silence.

Only faint, choked sobs echoed and spread as Ling Zan crawled futilely on the ground, inch by inch, pulling at his severed body.

Amidst the spreading blood, a gaping slit appeared in the throat of the body, which had turned to metal, and it fell backward.

Feng Mo gasped for breath, struggled desperately, and howled, but he couldn't break free from the arm that was gripping his throat.
Behind him, the silent boy didn't utter a word, but held on tightly. Then, the blade swept across and severed his head.

With a splatter, blood gushed out.
The boy, his body stained crimson with blood, raised his head and looked at Ling Zan, who had crawled to the doorway. Ling Zan convulsed in terror, wailing, "Spare me, spare me... I can talk, I... I can work for Mr. Ji, I... I..."

The boy remained silent, using the blade of his sword to support himself, leaning against the wall, and walking towards him step by step. The sharp shadow covered his desperate face, and he continued to move forward indifferently.

They didn't even stop to take another look.

Ling Zan was stunned for a moment, bewildered and shocked. A hint of ecstasy and excitement appeared on his face. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but his buzzing ears heard the last sound.

Amidst his gradually weakening heartbeat, it grew louder and louder, a resounding clang that could no longer be suppressed!
Bang!
A burst of crimson light erupted, and Ling Zan's smile froze on his face.

dead.

Ding--

In the lobby on the first floor, the elevator doors opened once again.

The staggering youth walked out, his steps stained with blood, a far cry from his former dashing self, now utterly disheveled.

The longsword fell, dragging at its feet, tracing a broken path across the stone slab. Soon, the trail was stained crimson by the spreading blood.

The automatic gate opened once again.

The night outside was deep, the wind howled, and a rumbling sound finally reached my ears, along with icy moisture and large raindrops.

The blood was washed away, leaving the face even paler, the scars an eyesore.

An Ran forcefully raised her head and looked up at the sky, gradually realizing something in her confusion.

It's raining.

"Yeah, it's going to rain for a long time."

Someone held up a large black umbrella to shield him from the falling raindrops.

"Brother Ji Jue?"

An Ran turned around with difficulty and saw that familiar face, smiling.

Under the light behind the door, his shadow was stretched extremely long, as if extending into the pitch-black night, expanding endlessly and encompassing the entire gloomy world.

"Just passing by."

The person who had been waiting for a long time said, "The weather forecast said it would rain for a long time, and I remembered that you went out without an umbrella, so I came to check on you."

"Yes, thank you, Brother Ji Jue."

Are you injured?

"A little bit."

So Ji Jue nodded, "Can we still walk?"

"Yes, you can."

"Let's go then."

Ji Jue nodded and walked ahead: "Tong Hua called me this afternoon and told me to keep an eye on you and not let you stay up late playing games. At your age, you're still growing, so you need to go to bed early and wake up early. You also need to brush your teeth more carefully, don't always just do it half-heartedly. What do you want to eat for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Anything is fine."

Anran followed closely behind him, step by step.

The boy raised his head, looked at the person beside him, and chuckled softly, "Thank you, Brother Ji Jue."

"Didn't I just thank you? It's nothing serious."

Ji Jue asked, "Are you cold?"

"A little."

There's a jacket on the back seat, remember to wear it.

"Ok."

……

And so, they passed the respectfully bowed figures on both sides, and the vehicle disappeared into the darkness at the end of the rain.

(End of this chapter)