Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 426: Dividing the Spoils Under the Sword


Good times pass especially quickly, there always comes a time to say goodbye.

The rehabilitation warm-up exercises of the Heavenly Slaughter Duke didn't even start before they ended...

After realizing the gap between them, vaguely guessing the other party's terrifying nature, abandoned successively by the Great Group and Slaughter, and then witnessing his own Sacrificial Master defect.

Within one night, first his blood-cleansing fleet was utterly annihilated, then his stronghold was completely captured, and he fell into the hands of an old ghost borrowing a body to come back to life, unable to seek life or death.

Moreover, he had already lost his son before, his dignity gone...

Don't mention Pacquiao, anyone would find it unbearable.

He had been utterly crushed.

Crying and wailing, rolling in the swamp of blood like a maggot, even if repeatedly tortured by the Heavenly Slaughter Duke, still unwilling to pick up his weapon again.

Just short of drooling and squinting like an idiot.

Being an idiot doesn't help, otherwise he would've done it long ago!

Until the Heavenly Slaughter Duke could no longer bear looking at such an ugly state, his expression darkened, scanning the surroundings, unable to hide his disappointment any longer.

Clearly in an alien land, meeting old friends again after hundreds or thousands of years, such a joyful and congratulatory moment, he should find a worthy strong opponent for a life-and-death, exhilarating battle, but instead encountered such cowardly weaklings.

Killing them would sully the Victory Evil!

As for the rest...

He glanced at the Hero Seed lacking spirit, then at the scattered scraps outside the blockade, even the Yellow Beard and Ji Jue on top of the building.

Two craftsmen.

Tasteless, annoying at first sight.

Bad luck!

Is it because he didn't check the almanac when he woke up?

Nothing has gone smoothly since he opened his eyes.

Finally seeing Sky Balance, only half of it, finally encountering Victory Evil, but it's half-baked... including himself, only some scattered remnants relying on Superior and Heart of Conquest remain.

All things are gone, yesterday is no more.

He draws his sword, surveying all around, suddenly bursting into laughter, so mocking.

Suddenly realizing that such treatment matches well with his current state.

"Amidst the few intermittent Illusion Dreams, still able to reminisce fondly about the past, it's not too bad." The Heavenly Slaughter Duke grinned, lowered his gaze, raised his fingers, tapped Victory Evil's sword spine, stirring up a ripple of drifting crimson waves.

"A pity, the foundation is okay, but lacks refinement, the blessing is insufficient. I am not me, you ultimately are not it, seek a good master on your own."

He swung his hand, tossing Pan Ying back in front of the Dragon Mountain Armor.

The blade stabbed diagonally into the iron stone, buzzing.

After the scarlet faded completely, it gradually returned to its original appearance.

While the Heavenly Slaughter had already turned around and left.

Walking on the face-lifted streets, stepping over extinguished flames, he looked around, gazing at those words and buildings faintly reminiscent of past forms, and even the false Heavenly Destiny illusions behind them, the already shattered night sky and firmament.

"How many years since the last time I came out..."

The pretending-to-be-dead Tang Qian finally opened his eyes, answering: "Over two hundred years now."

"Heh, truly impressive."

The Heavenly Slaughter mockingly sighed: "Over two hundred years, still this stupid state, ptooey—there's no saving this!"

Tang Qian didn't make a sound, neither dared to ask, nor dared to speak.

Until the Heavenly Slaughter halted, seemingly weary, yawned, suddenly asked: "This generation of kids."

"I, I am..."

"Don't act like a woman, cut off decisively, understand? If you can't let go, I'm afraid it'll end in your generation."

Tang Qian remained silent for a long time, "I... if I can't let go?"

"Then hold it in."

The Heavenly Slaughter carelessly: "The Way of the Great Group, victory lives, defeat dies. Those who lose, no matter how much they say, are merely jesters and clowns, dead people have no right to meddle in the affairs of the living.

Anyway, I've killed enough for a lifetime, enjoyed it thoroughly, lived enough, my kids are reasonably promising, the distant ones I can't manage.

Do as you please, suit yourself."

For a moment, Tang Qian's expression slightly changed, hesitated to speak.

But the Heavenly Slaughter closed his eyes, his beard and scars quickly fading away.

Returning once again to silence.

Vanished without a trace.

Leaving only Tang Qian standing alone, for a long time, feeling lost, when he turned around, he was almost scared into jumping up, cried out in shock.

Ji Jue appeared suddenly like a ghost.

Gazing at him with deep eyes.

"Finished?"

Should he explain what exactly happened?

The moment he reacted, Old Tang felt all strength drained from him, lying down on the spot, crying and wailing.

"Ah, oh no, I'm finished, my Heavenly Demon Dissolution, all my martial arts are gone, I'm bleeding all over! I don't know what happened..."

He secretly opened one eye to glance at Ji Jue, covered his face again crying loudly, adding: "If I don't get twenty... thirty Gold Coins, I won't recover!"

At this point, Ji Jue couldn't keep pursuing, time tight, he had to quickly salvage the materials, casually grabbed a handful of Gold Coins from his pocket, stuffed them into his bosom, urging: "Go play for a while, I'll find you later, don't run off!"

Tang Qian, not realizing at first, weighed the coins' heft and quality, his face instantly beaming with joy: "Boss is generous, boss is bold, boss has good health!!!"

It's the New Year!

As the saying goes, some households are happy while others are sad.

Happiness in the world is constant, at least between the Great Group happiness is fixed.

When some in the Great Group think about where to wash their feet after the final payment, grinning from ear to ear, some of the Great Group can't see the sunrise of tomorrow...

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