Chen Dao ran forward with astonishing speed, and similarly Julia moved forward at a terrifying pace. To an ordinary person, their movements would only appear as fleeting flashes—one a streak of multicolored brilliance, the other a condensed mass of devouring darkness—rushing toward an inevitable collision.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between them disappeared Chen Dao and Julia arrived in front of each other.
However, at the very moment their swords were about to collide
Chen Dao's mind suddenly became stagnant, as if time inside his consciousness had been forcefully frozen. His thoughts stopped, his perception dulled, and an indescribable pressure descended upon his Spirit Sea.
In that frozen state, he seemed to perceive a vast and indistinct figure. Its form could not be clearly seen, as if it did not fully exist within reality. No matter how hard he tried to focus, his mind instinctively rejected the attempt. The only thing he could clearly perceive was a pair of silent purple eyes that were calmly observing him, carrying a faint trace of curiosity.
Inside his Spirit Sea, the divine intent of the Sword God was instantly shaken.
"What is this…?!"
Cracks began to appear across the manifestation of the Sword God's intent, spreading rapidly like a fragile mirror under immense pressure. At the same time, the wills of the other sword masters could not withstand even a trace of that gaze. One by one, they were suppressed and forcefully withdrawn back into the sword amulet, unable to maintain their presence.
Shiing—!
The Sword Amulet suddenly emitted a blinding light within Chen Dao's Spirit Sea, as if it was resisting an external invasion. The light surged violently for a brief moment, struggling to protect its master from the unknown force. However, this resistance only lasted an instant before the radiance dimmed, as though it had exhausted all of its strength.
Crash—!
The divine intent of the Sword God shattered abruptly, dispersing as if it had been struck by an overwhelming and irresistible force.
All of this occurred due to a silent mental storm unleashed by Qian Renxue, the Goddess of Dreams and Memories who had gazed here due to Julia's prayer. After listening and understanding the situation here did her attack arrive. She precisely controlled the attack, ensuring that Chen Dao would not die, treating it as a final act of mercy.
Everything that took place felt prolonged within Chen Dao's consciousness, in the outside world, only a fraction of a second had passed.
Lin Yuan, who had just arrived at the scene, only witnessed a brief flash as Chen Dao and Julia clashed.
At the center of the battlefield, Chen Dao abruptly stopped, his body frozen mid-motion, while Julia passed by him at high speed, her attack already completed.
Splash—
A moment later, Chen Dao's body reacted as if something inside him had suddenly collapsed. Blood burst from his arm, and his severed hand fell to the ground not far away.
"ARGHHH—!"
Chen Dao screamed in agony. The pain was intense enough that any listener could immediately understand the severity of his injury.
However, it was difficult to determine whether the greater damage lay in his body or his mind. One thing, however, was undeniable—After this exchange, Chen Dao had been completely crippled.
Julia started walking away, completely unbothered by the outcome of the battle. The attack she had just unleashed did not merely sever Chen Dao's arm—its residual force had even cleaved through a section of the mountain ahaed, leaving behind a smooth, terrifying scar as proof of its power.
The battlefield was still trembling faintly from the aftermath.
She slowly dispersed her martial soul, the radiant sword dissolving into particles of light. Her expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a routine matter.
Her voice sounded again—clearly across the battlefield.
"I told you…Every man should be responsible for the decisions he makes."
She paused slightly, her gaze lowering for a brief moment before she continued.
"God is merciful to those who do not stand in her way. She does not bother with the insignificant…"
Her steps resumed.
"…but for those who choose otherwise—"
At that moment, Julia turned her head.
Her gaze shifted and landed directly on Lin Yuan, who had just arrived at the battlefield.
Lin Yuan's body stiffened instantly.
The moment their eyes met—a chill spread from the depths of his soul.
Those purple pupils—carried an indescribable pressure, like being stared at by something far beyond his understanding.
His breathing slowed unconsciously and his thoughts became sluggish.
At that instant, Lin Yuan felt that those words just now—were meant for him.
He called out frantically in his heart 'System! System!!! I think I am in danger'
But the system who is always eager to talk did not respond after being called by him many times.
His system—was completely silent
His body refused to respond in fear and stood still.
When he saw Julia walking away did his fear lessen, but Lin Yuan still remained rooted to the spot.
Cold sweat slowly trickled down his back.
Not far away—Chen Dao lay in a pool of his own blood, his breathing was ragged.
His severed arm lying a short distance away, staining the ground red.
The once sharp aura around him had completely collapsed, leaving behind only a hollow, broken presence.
The devastated battlefield—was quiet, it was the silence after something incomprehensible had passed through.
Two reincarnators—were left mentally crippled here. They would never have the guts to go against Qian Renxue ever again in their life. Her appearance on in front of them might awaken something like their own heart demon.
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AN: Well enough about reincarnators