Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

Chapter 1243: He Missed?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Uh!”

The moment the small Fire Dragon Sword entered Xing Mo’s soul spirit consciousness, Xing Mo’s body trembled. His hand that was about to grab hold of the Fire Dragon Sword also stopped in mid-air. At this moment, both Jiang Yi and Xing Mo had closed their eyes and were starting yet another furious battle!

Boom!

From the other side, a huge explosion rang out. All this time, the Buddha Thearch had been hit a few hundred times; one of his hands had already split open while his body had endured dozens of hits. Many of his bones had splintered. After being sent flying into yet another castle this time, he did not dash out again; he was evidently mortally wounded.

The Saint Emperor stopped attacking the Buddha Thearch as his gaze locked onto Jiang Yi and Xing Mo. He saw that Jiang Yi and Xing Mo had simultaneously dropped from mid-air with both their eyes shut; the duo seemed to have become vegetables.

“Hmph!”

The Saint Emperor’s eyes revealed his killing intent as his daggered eyes locked onto Jiang Yi. His legs as thick as elephants crashed onto the ground as cracks appeared wherever he stood. His body shot forward like a cannonball as he raised his fists to strike Jiang Yi.

“Stop him!”

The Buddha Thearch’s feeble voice could be heard from the ruins far away. The Yin Thearch, who had been severely wounded by the Talisman Poison, and the Night Empress, whose soul spirit had been heavily damaged, both gritted their teeth and flew up.

They had been observing the situation intently. They had seen Mei Ru and the small Fire Dragon Sword enter Xing Mo’s soul spirit. Although the two did not think Jiang Yi’s soul spirit attack would be effective—since the Buddha Thearch had asked the two to block the Saint Emperor, they could only do their best to buy Jiang Yi some time.

Jiang Yi was completely unaware that the Saint Emperor was already rushing towards him; the Yin Thearch and Night Empress could at most only hold him off for ten seconds. Once the Saint Emperor got close, Jiang Yi would definitely be sent flying by the former’s fist attack and be smashed to death. With his soul spirit within Xing Mo’s soul spirit consciousness, only the heavens would know what would happen then.

Of course, even if he knew, he could not care so much; he did not have the time to think about so much!

Xing Mo’s soul spirit is so strong!

Jiang Yi’s primordial spirit had entered Xing Mo’s soul spirit consciousness and felt the soul spirit present inside. There was a rhombus-shaped crystal floating inside the soul spirit consciousness. This crystal contained an unlimited amount of soul spirit energy. Xing Mo’s soul spirit was more than a hundredfold stronger than his; perhaps even a thousandfold!

For such a formidable martial artist like Xing Mo, he naturally had a soul spirit defensive cardinal treasure protecting his soul spirit. Jiang Yi and Mei Ru entered and immediately discovered such a cardinal treasure. The two of them were filled with doubt; could they really break through this treasure’s defenses and attack Xing Mo’s primordial spirit?

Tsk! Tsk!

A light screen appeared outside of Xing Mo’s primordial spirit at this moment. This had been created by a golden small seal. This seal was different from Wu Que’er’s; there was lightning flashing and being channeled into the light screen. This light made Mei Ru and Jiang Yi feel extremely threatened. No matter how strong a soul spirit attack—once they came into contact with this light screen, they would be struck into pieces by the lightning lining the screen.

“Risk it!”

Having reached this stage, Jiang Yi had no room for retreat. He sent a thought to Mei Ru as she immediately shot forth her black fog towards Xing Mo’s primordial spirit. Jiang Yi wanted to test out the light screen’s power.

Tsk-Tsk!

It was terrifying. The black fog neared the light screen, and the lightning around it started to flash. Any portion of the fog that came close was immediately turned into bits and pieces. They could not get close, much less penetrate it.

“Kill!”

Mei Ru could not be relied on this time. Jiang Yi could only depend on his small Fire Dragon Sword and sent it slamming towards the light screen. If the Fire Dragon Sword could not destroy the light screen, Jiang Yi would die.

Boom! Tsk-Tsk!

The small Fire Dragon Sword ferociously struck the light screen. The screen flickered, but it did not split open! Streaks of lightning came shooting forward and—in a second—entered the small Fire Dragon Sword. Jiang Yi’s entire soul spirit felt immense pain.

However, at this moment, the three fire dragons on the small Fire Dragon Sword swam by; and Jiang Yi’s primordial spirit lit up slightly. The pain that Jiang Yi’s soul spirit was feeling lessened. Jiang Yi became crazed; he forced himself not to care about anything else. He concentrated on sending the small Fire Dragon Sword time and again to attack the light screen. As long as the lightning bolts inside the light screen did not destroy his primordial spirit, he would not cease his attacks.

Twice, ten times... fifteen times!

Within the twinkle of an eye, Jiang Yi had struck the light screen fifty times; his primordial spirit had also been hit that number of times. If it wasn’t for the three fire dragons reducing the pain Jiang Yi’s soul spirit was experiencing, he would have gone crazy already. The most update n0vels are published on ɴo(v)elFɪre.net - novelenglish.net . bin

A few tiny cracks finally started to appear on the light screen!

The small Fire Dragon Sword, however, did not even have a scratch; it was very sturdy. Jiang Yi and Mei Ru suddenly had a sliver of hope. Mei Ru controlled her poisonous fog and also started to attack crazily. The two of them tried their best to crack the light screen and take control of Xing Mo’s soul spirit.

“Continue!”

Jiang Yi howled internally as the small Fire Dragon Sword became streaks of shadows and dozens of attacks struck on the light screen every second or so.

If he was not a crazy fiend, he would not live! With his back cornered—if he did not emerge victorious, he would die!

Boom!

Jiang Yi’s situation was extremely precarious; that outside was even worse. The Yin Thearch and Night Empress had flown forward to attempt to stall a few seconds. However, the Saint Emperor flashed, and both his fists struck at the two of them and sent them flying. Their chests were sunk in by the impact of the attack, many of their bones cracking; they were mortally wounded.

“Young Master!”

A tender voice rang forth. Jiang Xiaonu actually flew forward despite her injuries. She became a lightning bolt and shot towards the Saint Emperor. She was very clear that once the Saint Emperor got close to Jiang Yi, the ramifications would be unimaginable. Despite her being heavily wounded, Jiang Xiaonu still desperately flew towards the Saint Emperor, trying to stop his advance.

“A mantis going against a truck.”

The Buddha Thearch swayed as he walked over from the ruins. He looked as Jiang Xiaonu—who was drenched in her own blood—and shook his head. His gaze turned towards Jiang Yi, hoping for a miracle to take place. The Night Empress and Yin Thearch combined forces and sent a few Fierce Warriors nearby flying. Their eyes also looked towards Jiang Yi. If Jiang Yi could not gain control of Xing Mo, all of them were doomed!

Boom!

At this moment, the light screen in Xing Mo’s soul spirit consciousness finally split open. The golden small seal also steadily dimmed and its light vanished; the cardinal treasure protecting the soul spirit had lost its effectiveness. Xing Mo’s primordial spirit was utterly defenseless. It was just like a young lady without clothes, vulnerable in front of Jiang Yi and Mei Ru.

“Alright!”

Mei Ru’s eyes glistened as she immediately released her black fog speedily towards Xing Mo’s primordial spirit. Jiang Yi had also forgotten the agony his soul spirit was feeling and elatedly controlled his small Fire Dragon Sword to attack the primordial spirit, to assist Mei Ru in bewitching Xing Mo.

Yet!

Jiang Yi’s joy had not been fully experienced when something happened!

A black mist suddenly appeared from Xing Mo’s primordial spirit. That black mist contained a corrosive, devilish, and cold aura. Jiang Yi had seen this black mist before; it was the Underground World’s corpse aura. However, the one in front of him was a thousand, ten thousand times terrifying than those in the Underground World.

“Ah...”

Mei Ru’s black fog was swallowed by that corpse aura instantly. Mei Ru also screamed out in pain; Mei Ru’s human form then speedily became ash!

“Run—”

Jiang Yi was scared out of his wits. He instinctively controlled his small Fire Dragon Sword and sped out of Xing Mo’s soul spirit consciousness. At this moment, he had utterly lost hope. Xing Mo’s soul spirit was so strong; it could not be matched. Mei Ru had been killed; he no longer had a way to bewitch Xing Mo.

Bang!

Once the small Fire Dragon Sword returned to his soul spirit consciousness, Jiang Yi instinctively opened his eyes. At this moment, he saw the Saint Emperor sending Jiang Xiaonu flying with his fist and then speeding towards himself. The Saint Emperor’s fist—that was as big as a human head—became bigger and bigger as it got closer to Jiang Yi’s head!

“Finished...”

Jiang Yi closed his eyes, resigned; he did not struggle anymore.

The enemies’ power and strength this time had exceeded his expectations. He felt that he was like a little lamb; no matter what he did, he could not escape from the claws of the fierce lion!

Boom!

A hollow explosive sound rang out. Jiang Yi felt as if he could hear his own head exploding. However, he did not feel any pain at all; he also did not feel any powerful impact.

He opened his eyes, slightly confused. However, he saw that Xing Mo’s body had been sent flying while Xing Mo’s head had been crushed into bits; brain juice and fresh blood filled the air.

“Uh!”

Everyone present was struck dumb; even the Buddha Thearch, Yin Thearch, and Night Empress were also lost for words. The Saint Emperor’s punch had not struck Jiang Yi’s head; it had instead smashed Xing Mo’s head off.

Could it be that... he missed?