Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 258 One Knife
At this moment, Mu Xiang recalled his conversation with "Zhang Heng." Although he would soon forget it—and had to forget it—it was enough for him to draw his sword without hesitation and proceed according to his previous plan.

Zhang Jie's hint also erupted at this opportune moment, completely igniting the murderous intent in Mu Xiang's heart.

Above them, Zheng Zha and Zhang Jie clashed, dark red flames igniting the night sky and colliding wildly with the vast and boundless telekinetic power. To ensure the main god deemed him truly defeated, Zhang Jie amplified his own power even further. His body crumbled as he mobilized his telekinetic energy… Thus, whether Zheng Zha or Mu Xiang broke through this attack, the outcome would be definitively revealed.

Zhang Jie knew his weakness: compared to the godlike power of the dual A-level telekinesis, his physical body was not strong.

The ability to unleash the full power of his skills was a benefit of his Guide's physique, but his own gene lock level was actually only at Tier 2, lacking the formidable physique of a Tier 4 expert. Zhang Jie had long known that while no one could withstand his reckless use of telekinesis, his body would inevitably collapse.

It's like a rag doll that houses a nuclear reactor.

The vast, ocean-like psychic power crushed the rooftop, and the battlefield above, along with the crimson flames that ignited the night sky and the psychic power that filled the heavens and earth, plummeted downwards.

Mu Xiang could see the anger on Zheng Zha's face, and he could see Zhang Jie's back to him. The building was collapsing from the top floor... Mu Xiang hadn't expected Zhang Jie to turn his back to him in this way.

"Everyone, get ready and proceed according to the previous plan..." Mu Xiang said in the mind chain.

The moment he finished speaking, a murderous intent erupted from his heart.

Mu Xiang raised his hands to the sky, held the Jiyue sword high behind his back, and slowly drew the sword using his body and arm span.

Golden ripples flowed across his body, shining ever brighter with the resonance of his flesh, transforming into streaks of golden lightning. The ground beneath his feet shattered, and the surrounding air exploded... It was the boundless, limitless sword energy that sealed off the entire space. Mu Xiang's figure gradually became invisible in the blurred light and shadow, leaving only the golden lightning wandering within the shattered light and shadow.

The next moment, shattered and blurred light and shadow poured into the unsheathed longsword. Mu Xiang raised the sword upwards, its sharp aura sweeping in all directions. The golden lightning that had almost engulfed Mu Xiang also flowed like dragons and snakes towards the longsword that shone with moonlight.

It was as if a crescent moon had risen above the ground, dispelling the darkness and silence with its light, turning the battlefield from the ground to above into daylight. The already dim moon in the mid-sky was now completely obscured by the moonlight below, which was a hundred times brighter.

The crescent moon pointed towards Zhang Jie high in the sky. Despite the great distance, it seemed as if the crescent moon, carrying killing intent and coldness, was pressed against his back. The blade extended from Mu Xiang's hand into the far reaches of the sky, as if traversing the heavens and earth.

The knife had already arrived before it was even swung.

"Zhang Jie..."

Mu Xiang whispered this.

The next moment, this slash, carrying boundless sword energy and golden lightning that roamed the heavens and earth, along with all killing intent and something else, struck Zhang Jie's back.

The layers of psychic energy shattered amidst the boundless sword energy and the violent ripples. As the boundless sword energy and golden ripples dissipated, the seemingly impenetrable psychic energy was also cleaved open by the blade. Before the remaining psychic energy could mend the breach in the defense, the extreme killing intent froze it.

Zhang Jie's eyes changed slightly. He sensed the power of this strike, but he also sensed its weakening... When the Limitless Sword Qi and the golden ripples all dissipated, when the ultimate killing intent faded from the blade, what was left of this strike?
He didn't know; he only knew that the power of this strike was less than two or three tenths of what it was when it was first unleashed... but it was still enough to kill him.

The next moment, a blade of light that illuminated the heavens and the earth pierced through Zhang Jie's body.

Zhang Jie laughed again. Thankfully, Mu Xiang did it.

His body wasn't shattered by the blade's edge, but Zhang Jie knew his soul had been cleaved in two.

Mu Xiang appeared in front of Zhang Jie, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Hehe, well done." Zhang Jie smiled. With a thought, the telekinetic energy surrounding the classical beauty dispersed, lifting her to his side.

At this moment, the four of them were suspended in the air, with the collapsing building below them, and what was holding them up was the dissipating psychic power.

"Hey bro, wanna have a smoke?" Zhang Jie reached out and pulled out two cigarettes, about to offer them to him. But even this simple action was incredibly difficult for him. His physical body was intact, but his soul was separating.

Tears welled in Zheng Zha's eyes. At this moment, the effect of the Eye of Suggestion wore off, and his previous rage vanished, replaced only by endless bewilderment and sorrow. "Didn't you say you could save Zhang Jie?" Zheng Zha turned to look at Mu Xiang, his voice trembling slightly.

Mu Xiang did not answer. He looked at Zhang Jie and said, "Whatever you use to drive Jiyue will be what you can attack... You also felt it. In the end, the only thing that struck you was a slash that carried the power of my spirit and soul."

Zhang Jie didn't answer. He chuckled and was about to put away his cigarette: "Damn it, no respect at all. Even at a time like this, he's still talking nonsense to me..."

Zheng Zha reached out and snatched the cigarettes. Hong Yan lit both cigarettes at the same time, and one ended up in his hand.

"And you?" Zhang Jie said with satisfaction, then looked at Mu Xiang.

Mu Xiang's voice trembled slightly: "You smoke it, I'll use this one." He reached into his shirt pocket and took out the cigarette that had been sitting there for a long time.

“You’re such a fussy kid…” Zhang Jie chuckled, “You just have to smoke opium.”

A burst of red flame appeared out of thin air, instantly drying the cigarette in Mu Xiang's hand and then relighting it just in time.

Light began to emerge from Zhang Jie's body, flowing towards Mu Xiang drop by drop.

“You said you were a hybrid of the Guide and Zhang Jie…” Mu Xiang took a deep breath, for the first time he didn’t mind the smoke from Zheng Zha and Zhang Jie’s breath, “This strike of mine is intended to separate your soul from the Guide.”

Zhan Lan and the others arrived here on Zhang Heng's telekinetic floating cannon. The floating cannon spread out around Zhang Jie, and everyone silently looked at Zhang Jie.

Zhang Heng wore a mask, but he made no strange moves; he remained silent. A power capable of altering the world was being transmitted towards this place, using him as a bridge.

Zhang Jie chuckled: "They all came to see me off? Oh, it's a pity that Ba Wang and Zhao Yingkong aren't here..." Then he looked at Mu Xiang: "I don't think your strike will succeed. Look, the Guide is about to merge with you, but I will still die."

"But to be able to die completely as Zhang Jie... thank you."

Mu Xiang interrupted Zhang Jie: "You exchanged for the Death God's bloodline yourself, didn't you?!"

“You originally thought that by transforming yourself into a spirit particle, you could separate from the Guide in the form of a spirit body… But the one carrying the Guide, although a soul created by the Main God, will also be transformed into a spirit particle, preventing you from successfully separating!” Mu Xiang said quickly. “But now, you can transform your body into a spirit particle. As long as you can get through this period, you can return to the Main God's space to receive treatment and recover to your complete self!”

A look of astonishment appeared on Zhang Jie's face. He was about to ask Mu Xiang why he knew these things when Mu Xiang flicked his wrist, and a spirit puppet appeared beside him.

However, this spirit puppet did not resemble Zhan Lan, nor was it separated from Zhan Lan's body.

“This isn’t a spirit puppet; I concealed that from you before… This is a prosthetic body that Zhan Lan exchanged, perfectly suited to house your spirit-transformed form!” Mu Xiang took a deep breath. “Transform quickly; even if it’s damaged, it can last until the Main God Space!”

"Don't fucking think you're destined to die! Try no matter what, or we'll never forgive you!" Mu Xiang roared. "Zhang Jie, live on!"

At that very moment, the light emanating from Zhang Jie completely engulfed Mu Xiang. Simultaneously, a tiny point of light quietly emerged from the cigarette in Mu Xiang's hand.

"The captaincy of the Central Continent Team is activated... Gene Lock unlocking strength assessment, base strength is... third stage of gene lock unlocking, first stage of evolution, current strength is the initial stage of fourth stage of gene lock unlocking... Fusion begins..."

Time stopped, everything stopped, only the cold voice of the Supreme God still echoed in Mu Xiang's ears.

"...Fusion complete! Captain qualification granted, fourth stage of gene lock unlocked... Central Continent Team completes mission..."

The next moment, the building collapsed.

(End of this chapter)