Chapter 14068 Sneak Attack
Chapter 14068 Sneak Attack
The entire secret realm was plunged into a brief period of peace and chaos due to Luo Qianchen's arrival.
Luo Qianchen's gaze was like two cold bolts of lightning shooting out from the deepest part of the universe, carrying a sharpness and coldness that could penetrate all illusions and see through the essence of all things.
Wherever that gaze falls, it seems as if time and space are frozen, and all secrets are exposed.
She first slowly swept her gaze over the white-clad man whose aura was extremely violent.
At this moment, the white-clad man's body resembled a blazing blue sun about to explode, radiating a chillingly high temperature and terrifying energy fluctuations.
His eyes were completely consumed by destructive madness, filled with endless brutality and murderous intent, as if everything in the world was nothing but ashes waiting to be burned.
Luo Qianchen's gaze fell on him, her eyes carrying a subtle complexity and heaviness.
Perhaps it was a lingering memory of Yang Xiong when he still possessed some reason and emotion, or perhaps it was regret and helplessness regarding his current madness; these complex emotions flashed across her eyes.
Then, her gaze, like a sharp sword, swept across the black-clad demon king in the distance.
The young demon king was shrouded in a thick aura of annihilation. This aura of annihilation, as tangible as darkness, continued to spread outwards, extinguishing all life wherever it went.
He stood there quietly, yet he seemed to be the master of this secret realm, controlling the life and death of all living beings.
Luo Qianchen's eyes were solemn, as if she were facing an abyss. She knew the strength and threat of this young demon king, and she also understood the severity and complexity of the current situation.
Finally, her gaze, like a bird returning to its nest, locked onto Yang Xiong, the man in white.
The clear, cold voice, like ice and jade clashing, crisp and icy, resounded throughout the turbulent, energy-ravaged space, carrying an undeniable question and admonition: "Yang Xiong!"
You possess a special bloodline, which is of great importance and will affect the peace and future of the Tianyuan Dynasty.
How can you let momentary anger cloud your judgment?
How could one, due to a single moment of folly, embark on this path of burning the world, destroying the Dao, and burying eternity?!
Do you know what kind of disaster this action will bring to the whole world?
Countless lives will be lost, and the foundation of a dynasty that will last for millennia will be destroyed in an instant!
The twisted, eerie smile on Yang Xiong's face, like a cloud swept away by a gust of wind, froze for a moment.
But then, an even more frenzied resentment and sorrow erupted from the depths of his heart like a volcanic eruption, filling his face.
His voice was hoarse and shrill, like the mournful cry of countless spaces collapsing: "Dead end?!"
Luo Qianchen!
You don't understand at all!
If it weren't for this brat relentlessly pressuring me, forcing me to the precipice where my very essence is depleted and I am rejected by all paths, to this desperate situation where I have no way out and my life hangs by a thread, would I have been willing to abandon this supreme bloodline from the Holy Lord and embark on this path of eternal damnation and world-burning?!
This bloodline, once my pride and glory, has now become the source of my pain.
"All of this was caused by that brat!"
His gaze, burning with the flames of destruction, was like an arrow tempered with ancient poison, filled with endless hatred, as it shot fiercely at the young demon king, as if to pierce through him to vent the hatred in his heart.
Upon hearing this, Luo Qianchen's phoenix eyes, which were as bright as stars in a cold night and seemed to freeze time and space, narrowed slightly. The coldness in his eyes intensified, like two bottomless pools of ice, surging with endless chill.
The surrounding space, under the invasion of this chill, faintly showed fine ice patterns.
She took a deep breath, a breath that seemed to have an infinite suction force, as if it had drained all the vital energy from the surrounding space.
The originally raging energy suddenly quieted down, as if it had been firmly held down by an invisible hand.
Suddenly, she turned around like a nimble cheetah, facing the young demon king who exuded an aura that could annihilate even the gods.
At this moment, her expression was as solemn as a mountain about to collapse, and her taut face seemed to bear the weight of the entire world.
His hands, clasped behind his back, unconsciously clenched, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he were about to grasp the hilt of a sword that could sever cause and effect, draw it from its sheath, and vanquish all evil.
A powerful aura, as deep as the eye of a chaotic sea and as weighty as an ancient galaxy, suddenly rose from her body.
This momentum, like a surging tide, spread wildly in all directions, transforming into an invisible domain.
This realm, imbued with Luo Qianchen's will and power, attempts to contend with the Annihilation Demon Lord's annihilating intent that permeates the star field and freezes everything.
In an instant, two powerful forces collided violently in this space, producing a series of muffled roars, as if the universe was groaning in pain.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice clear yet icy, like ice and jade clashing, carrying a penetrating force like the clash of metal, piercing through the chaotic and noisy space: "Young man, do you truly intend to drag the entire Demon Sea down to hell...?"
Do you know that your actions will cause countless deaths and turn this prosperous world into ruins?
Can you really bear to watch all this happen and become a sinner for all time?
"Om-!"
Her response was not words, but a terrifying gunshot that transcended the concept of sound and directly affected the very essence of her soul!
The gunshot was like a death knell from hell, as if it wanted to completely erase existence.
The sharp, piercing sound made one's soul tremble, as if being pierced by countless steel needles at the same time.
Luo Qianchen's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead in that instant!
A look of astonishment and wariness flashed in her eyes, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
Her next words were abruptly cut off by an ancient chill, and she could no longer utter them.
At the limit of her divine perception, which was capable of discerning even the smallest particles of time and space, the black figure had already vanished!
It's not high-speed movement; while that kind of speed is fast, it will always leave some traces.
Instead, it was as if its existence had been instantly erased by the eraser of the entire universe.
It was as if he had never appeared in this space, and it was all just a dream.
A deadly sense of crisis, powerful enough to freeze and annihilate Luo Qianchen's eternal and indestructible soul that had endured countless years, surged like a raging and endless chaotic tsunami, instantly and without warning, completely engulfing her!
The sense of crisis came so suddenly, without any warning or trace, as if death itself had broken free from all constraints, transforming into a real, tangible, and terrifying existence, transcending the boundaries of vast time and space, descending upon this moment, to drag her into an abyss of no return.
Faced with such a catastrophic disaster, what is there to think about?
The thought didn't even have time to arise!
