Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 938 A Collapse Halfway Through
When the sea of ​​flames was out of control, Feng Lian pulled the "Kill, Break, Wolf" Star Arrow, intending to defeat the enemy in one blow, Song Shi reacted.

He abruptly abandoned most of his psionic flames and single-handedly rushed to the Celestial Throne!

No. There is no longer a Celestial Throne.

The crimson-gold ominous star, which pierced through the sky, struck the Celestial Throne. At that moment, the latter could no longer withstand the long-standing torment and reached its limit. This once supremely majestic and solemn creation shattered into pieces amidst a muffled roar as the crimson light spread.

Most of the psionic flames were temporarily out of control, but the remaining portion that could still be controlled descended along with Song Shi and destroyed the Celestial Throne.

It also interrupted the ensuing blockade!
Seven Killings, Broken Army, Greedy Wolf.

The star map that appeared in the deep sky suddenly stopped, and the stars that had been in their fixed positions began to deviate and become scattered.

The incredibly solid, chilling arrow, resting on the illusory bowstring, began to loosen slightly. This wasn't irreversible, but it would take time to stabilize and solidify again.

—Song Shi drew his Heavy Slayer Sword, killing with every step he took, closing in!

Standing atop the jade steps, Feng Lian looked down indifferently. Without choosing to delay or regroup, he released his grip without hesitation, and the star map behind him slowly dissipated.

The Humanity Sword fell, but was caught by Feng Lian, its blade pointing at the madman who had broken through the Heavenly Gate.

Song Shi's aura was far from stable. His solo attack, which abandoned most of the sea of ​​flames, shattered the Sky Patrol Throne and interrupted Feng Lian's long-prepared killing move.

However, in order to instantly shatter the Celestial Throne, the small portion of the flames that could still be controlled and accompanied it had already been consumed. The sea of ​​flames in the distance was indeed magnificent, and it was constantly calming the internal chaos, but at least for the time being, it was only for show and not for use.

But Song Shi's eyes were filled with pure joy.

The war between the Eastern Continent Republic and the Vanpusta Empire, the weakened surveillance network, the first rays of dawn in the newly forged city of light, the flames that spread across Terra, the flow of flesh and blood, and the sprouting of life in the cracks of barren land.
Everything was left behind, and the colors in my pupils were gone. They faded and disappeared, like a drop of ink flowing into the ocean, vanishing without a trace, as if they had never happened.

On the burning throne, people began to fight each other.

Boom.

The throne of the Heavenly Emperor wailed as it burned, the broken beams and pillars, the collapsed palace walls, and even the clouds that surrounded the sky ignited, swirled, and fell into the boundless ruins.

The crisscrossing sword lights reflected the surrounding scenery. Beneath Song Shi and Feng Lian's feet lay a slightly larger fragment. It was likely the Heavenly Emperor's chariot, the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, whose structure, crafted from Buzhou Mountain stone, still retained its approximate outline.

No one cares.

Another sword slash came, unbiased and imposing, more like a "press" on its enemy than a "slash." The blood-soaked blade showed no intention of retreating, but instead rose up to meet the sword head-on, blocking it from below.

Feng Lian's swordsmanship was far better than Song Shi had imagined. This president, who wanted to perform the Fengshan ceremony again and regarded himself as the Heavenly Emperor, became the last and indestructible gate of the country after losing all his ministers and servants.

However, unlike the latter's martial arts honed through long-term battles in the wild, the former is very upright and peaceful, dignified and proper. It is not like the technique of killing, but "etiquette" or "art".

Clang.

Even though they are far from their peak, the clash between two third-stage [True Spirits] could still unleash a tangible disaster. For them, this fragment, which once served as the Heavenly Emperor's imperial carriage, was far too confining.

But both sides seemed to have overlooked this point; they simply brandished their weapons and clashed again and again, confining all their sharpness to a single corner.

However, once you step into this small space, all the sharp edges become incredibly brilliant.

Each collision caused the fragment to vibrate, drifting or perhaps shooting incessantly in the gravity-free depths of space. The restrained force, like that of ordinary soldiers striking each other, only bursts forth momentarily when they truly touch. Each release of force causes the fragment to violently tremble, flying wildly and tumbling up and down in the boundless space like a pinball being launched.

But no matter how turbulent or upheaval things were, they could not affect Song Shi in the present moment. The broad blade pressed down on his shoulder, but Song Shi did not retreat but advanced. His shoulder was sliced ​​across the blade, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash. Chong Shi followed the momentum and cut off three of Feng Lian's fingers.

Unable to hold the Sword of Humanity steady, Feng Lian threw it away at the last moment, switched it to his left hand, and then grabbed Chong Shi with his right hand, which had only two fingers left. He pressed down on the blade and thrust forward, almost severing his entire hand. But it was this action that forcibly stopped Chong Shi's charge.

Seizing the opportunity, Feng Lian ruthlessly slammed down the Humanity Sword. In the next instant, his hand was completely severed at the root. The freed Chong Shi, like a rushing stream, blocked the sword's edge that was within reach. In an instant, the stream transformed into terrifying crimson flames, which suddenly surged.

Feng Lian had no choice but to switch from offense to defense. For every step he took back, Song Shi took a step forward. The not-so-large imperial carriage had already been trampled over by both sides in every corner.

The sword light, which always maintains a grand atmosphere, dances and intertwines, resembling a vast and boundless sky. But now, this sky has encountered the calamity of a world's destruction, and it is gradually turbulent and falling apart.

The remnants of the Celestial Throne, after its collapse, did not become new meteors. Before falling into the atmosphere, they either became transparent and faded away, or burned up and turned into wisps of dust. When one once again surveys deep space, only a final trace of the former Celestial Throne remains.

The Heavenly Emperor's Imperial Carriage.

The imperial carriage of the former Heavenly Emperor.

"cough"

He coughed softly, then stopped abruptly. Feng Lian wiped his mouth with his arm, forcefully suppressing any signs of weakness.

But when things truly reach a point of no return, no amount of embellishment can conceal the true nature of the situation.

The hand holding the Humanity Sword trembled slightly. Feng Lian's nine-tiered crown was nowhere to be seen. His imperial robes were soaked in blood, covered with holes and cut marks. Even his appearance had lost its dignity, and his beard and hair were in disarray.

"Come again."

Song Shi approached step by step, the dark background illuminated by his fiery pupils.

"Come again."

Feng Lian calmed his breathing, once, twice, but not a third time. He stood solemnly and slowly raised the Sword of Humanity.

The two forces passed each other, tearing flesh and blood. Before the aftershocks subsided, they turned and struck again. The seemingly indestructible national gate was hit, trembled, and the gilded paint peeled off. Then, the powerful and imposing inscription on the monument cracked open, turning into a pile of stone dust.

Strike after strike, the once fierce duel now reduced to muffled thuds. The weapons, not particularly fast, clashed heavily, again and again.

Until a certain moment, after a loud "bang," a long while passed without any new sound.

The scorching blade was pressed against the man's neck. He gasped for breath, his shoulder being sliced ​​open bit by bit, yet he still held on, maintaining his final standing posture.

"As long as they are famous, they can spread their words widely and be remembered in history, especially their last words before they die."

Song Shiduan was executed.

"Unfortunately, I won't be relaying your message, so you don't have to say it."

(End of this chapter)