Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 937: Assassin the King and Killing the King

"Nothing to do with you!"

Feng Lian turned his gaze away from Terra and back to the battlefield that was so close at hand. He gripped the Humanity Sword tightly, and a powerful aura emanated from him. In a daze, it seemed as if the sound of clashing swords and galloping horses echoed in the void.

"This move is not yet ready, the timing is wrong. It should have been delayed for a while longer, but now I must return to the Eastern Continent as soon as possible to save the country and its people—Song Shi, you must be ready!"

The response was a raging, unbelievably fierce, sky-covering inferno.

"Just to my liking."

Song Shi forcefully slashed the heavy blade with his left hand, leaving a thick bloodstain. Before it could soak in, the scalding blade ignited the blood, sending up a magnificent blood mist that was as golden and crimson as it rose.

"You can't go back, and you can't save the Eastern Continent, but I can—after I go down there, the entire Empire has to get out!"

The battle was blatantly tilted, with Song Shi holding a clear advantage. However, Feng Lian's stubborn resistance allowed him to hold out for a while. At this level, battles between psionicists inevitably become lengthy, and even Song Shi couldn't quickly kill a third-stage [True Spirit].

In particular, the opponent always kept some attention on guard against the psionic skill, "A Glimpse of Heaven."

Feng Lian controlled countless thoughts. If he chose to unleash [A Glimpse of Heaven], the former would not block it, nor could it possibly block it. He simply used countless thoughts to form a buffer layer, letting A Glimpse of Heaven unleash its killing power, like trying to extinguish a mountain fire with a bucket of water.

It may seem ridiculous and insignificant, but if ten thousand, one million, ten million, or even one hundred million barrels are poured down, and the sheer volume is artificially created, there will eventually be a moment when the wildfire is extinguished.

Song Shi reversed the attack, and by this point in the battle, his psionic flames had reached an unprecedented level of power. Since his opponent preferred to win by sheer numbers, he would crush him relentlessly with an overwhelming quantity!
Like a reef facing a tsunami, the Celestial Throne became a lone boat, its every corner enveloped by a vast sea of ​​flames, rising and rising again—

Just as it was about to reach its limit, the sea of ​​flames suddenly stopped.

Then, these endless, dense flames, like sandcastles in a storm, suddenly collapsed.

In that instant, Song Shi noticed that the psionic flames, which he had previously been able to control effortlessly, were beginning to show signs of becoming uncontrollable for the first time! It was as if a trapped wild beast was struggling violently before it was exhausted, and it was impossible to restrain it for the time being!

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Song Shi was not surprised but delighted: "So that's what you were planning!"

The Sword of Humanity is raised high, but it is not like a sword. Rather, it is like a banner that is passed down from generation to generation and will never be extinguished. No matter how many springs and autumns or how many years have passed, when this banner is raised again, we can still hear the tearful shouts from all corners of the world.

The thoughts that were swallowed by the flames should have long since turned into firewood and vanished into nothingness. However, as Feng Lian raised the Sword of Humanity, these thoughts—which had become intertwined with every part of the sea of ​​flames as the battle progressed—suddenly launched a counterattack, echoing the pull of the Sword of Humanity!

Song Shi had already realized that this was Feng Lian's true killing move!
Perhaps the initial strategy was not like this, but as the battle progressed, the opponent realized that "Hongyuan Tianchi" was not a match for the enemy, so he decisively changed his tactics and chose to deliberately let his thoughts be swallowed up, like invisible needles buried in the sea of ​​flames, until they were fully accumulated and then burst out in one go!

It was through this method that, caught off guard, he forcibly dispersed his vast spiritual energy flames.

The effect was less than expected. Feng Lian hadn't anticipated that his meticulously planned ambush, achieved with his unparalleled [Consensus] spiritual energy and his well-prepared for a period of forbearance, would still have a considerable portion burned away—but it was enough!
The Sword of Humanity was suddenly thrown out, hovering high above Feng Lian. It still served as a banner symbolizing orthodoxy, continuously drawing in the vast sea of ​​flames, making the latter, despite its terrifying power, extremely chaotic internally and temporarily unable to affect the battlefield.

For a [Great Source], having their own field damaged to this extent is tantamount to fatal. This is the first time Song Shi has fallen into a disadvantageous position in the fierce battle so far; it's not a gradual decline, but a direct plunge to the bottom, revealing his decline.

The eternally silent, dark depths of space present such a scene. The once boundless sea of ​​flames, capable of devouring stars, still surges and swells, obscuring all directions. However, its former ferocity has become disordered, weakened, and confused, like scattered egg drop soup drifting aimlessly.

Like peeling an onion. Under the influence of the Humanity Sword, the thick flames were peeled away layer by layer until the deepest part of Song Shi was exposed.

You only get one chance.

Because this tactic is not a radical solution, but merely a stopgap measure, it can hold out for a while if it is not exposed. However, once it is exposed, all hidden thoughts will be quickly burned and swallowed up in front of "Hongyuan Tianchi".

Even with thorough preparation, interfering with the [Great Source] spiritual energy, which is also a third-stage True Spirit, remains an extremely heavy burden. Given Feng Lian's current state, he cannot use it a second time.

Moreover, even if one were capable of using it a second time, facing an opponent who is already mentally prepared, one would certainly not achieve the same effect as before.

If he remains still, he will be silent until he makes a move that shakes the heavens and earth, and kills with a single blow. Does Feng Lian have such an ability?
The answer is yes!

After the Humanity Sword was tossed into the air, Feng Lian's free hands slowly made a movement—the motion of drawing a bow and releasing an arrow. This was also a power that had been accumulating for a long time, but had never been displayed before.

Although the bowstring was invisible, Feng Lian's expression was solemn, and his slow movements conveyed a visible sense of power. As the illusory bowstring was pulled little by little, three halos appeared behind him.

The jet-black light flowed with pure, undisguised slaughter and destruction.

——Seven Killings!

The silvery-white, raging torrent had the power to sweep across the universe and crush everything in its path.

—Po Jun!
A lone shadow hangs, yearning to swallow the vast ocean; it dares to pierce through layers of clouds and cleave the eight directions; the first star of the Big Dipper.

—Greedy Wolf!
The three halos converged and blurred, and Feng Lian's temperament changed drastically. He was no longer the wise and benevolent emperor who benefited all living beings, but a powerful and domineering god who conquered the world. Even the slightest disobedience would result in the most complete destruction.

A chilling, sinister killing intent permeated the entire world.

They coalesced into a dazzling star arrow, but just as its outline was being drawn, a tearing sound came from the surrounding environment, as if it could not withstand it.

Its target was none other than Song Shi, who was far away.

"Seven Killings, Broken Army, Greedy Wolf? These are truly classic elements."

Almost simultaneously, Song Shi spoke. As he spoke, he picked up the Heavy Slayer sword, twirled it, placed it on his shoulder, and slowly pulled it backward—

"You think you can't hold out with your board presence? Fine, whatever you want, let's play a game like this!"

Then a streak of crimson-gold meteor, overflowing with ferocity, pierced through the deep space in an instant, shattering all barriers with overwhelming force, and nailed itself to the Celestial Throne!

It was pinned down in front of Feng Lian.

The fierce flames dissipated slightly, revealing the outline of the ruthless killer. A hand swiftly emerged, and ten steps away, the killer stepped forward.

—Assassinate the King!
(End of this chapter)