Chapter 14075 Today, You Will Die
Chapter 14075 Today, You Will Die
Luo Qianchen's expression was cold and stern. He gently curled his slender fingers and then flicked them casually. The movement was so light that it was as if he were just casually brushing away a speck of dust from his sleeve, without the slightest hint of malice.
At this moment, she no longer cared about the Burning Hell God in the distance, whose soul had been severely damaged and whose aura was as weak as a candle in the wind. It was as if the God was nothing more than an insignificant ant, not worthy of her attention in the slightest.
Her gaze was like two icy blades, carrying a chilling coldness and sharp edge, as it firmly locked onto the figure in front of her once again.
It was a young man clad in tattered black armor, surrounded by raging flames that were as red as blood, as if they would burn everything in the world to ashes.
However, upon closer inspection, one can detect a trace of deathly despair deep within his eyes, a despair that, like a maggot clinging to his bones, is slowly gnawing away at his last remaining fighting spirit.
"Come here, young demon king! Let me see your backbone! Didn't you want to destroy the Holy Lord?"
Luo Qianchen's voice was icy cold, like a chilling wind from the deepest hell, penetrating straight into one's bones and making one shiver involuntarily.
Each word was like a sharp shard of ice, slamming into the young demon king, seemingly intent on shattering his fragile pride and courage.
Standing in the thick shadow behind the young demon king, a giant carrying a halberd heard the sound and let out a deep, muffled roar. The sound was like an ancient war drum, carrying endless majesty and power, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
He took a sudden, heavy step forward, so heavy that the void beneath his feet groaned under the weight, as if it might collapse at any moment.
The rock beneath his feet instantly turned to dust, which scattered into the air.
The dark gold halberd hummed and trembled on his shoulder, as if sensing the boiling fighting spirit deep within its master's heart, and was eager to draw its sheath and kill the enemy.
A fierce battle blazed in the giant's eyes, a raging fire that seemed to burn the entire world.
He knelt on one knee, his voice booming like a bell, filled with unwavering resolve: "My lord! Please grant me permission to fight! I will hang this monstrous head atop the banners of the demon sea! Let all the people of this world know that those who offend my lord will surely die!"
However, the young demon king merely shook his head slightly, a movement that, though subtle, carried an undeniable resolve.
A hint of helplessness and bitterness flashed in his eyes, because he knew in his heart that although Luo Qianchen in front of him seemed calm and collected, he was actually unfathomable. Although this person was powerful, he was definitely no match for Luo Qianchen.
He underestimated these old guys. He had always thought that with his talent and hard work, he could carve out his own niche in this world full of strong people.
Perhaps among the great towns and the Heavenly Abyss, his talent is among the best, and his peers are no match for him.
But when he truly faced these powerful older generation experts, he realized that he was still not strong enough. Compared to their profound knowledge and rich experience, his talent and strength were nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
His face was cold and stern, his eyes revealing determination and fearlessness. He slowly gripped the "Godslayer Spear" in his hands, which was wrapped in an ominous purplish-black aura.
On the gun barrel, a purplish-black aura surged and rolled like a turbulent undercurrent, as if countless wronged souls were crying and struggling within it, exuding a chilling and eerie atmosphere.
As he raised his arm, the eerie light at the tip of the "Godslayer Spear" flickered erratically. The flickering light seemed to conceal a terrifying power capable of devouring everything, coldly and resolutely pointing at the imposing figure clad in golden armor.
"No need."
His lips parted slightly, his voice not loud, yet it resonated like a heavy hammer, carrying an absolute will to end all things, clearly echoing across the chaotic and noisy battlefield.
Every word seemed to contain boundless majesty, leaving no room for doubt.
"This farce... I started it, so I'll end it."
His tone was calm yet firm, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary, but the determination in his words moved everyone around him.
His gaze was like a torch, piercing through the turbulent energy currents and the shattered fragments of space. His eyes were as cold and sharp as ancient ice, fixed on Luo Qianchen's captivating face.
Luo Qianchen's beauty was enough to make everything else in the world pale in comparison, but at this moment, under the cold gaze of the young demon king, she seemed to have lost all her brilliance.
Luo Qianchen also quietly watched the young demon king. In his eyes, which were filled with resentment yet unwavering determination, she saw an indomitable will.
She smiled slightly, a smile as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring, yet carrying a deadly danger.
She spoke slowly, each word like a series of world-destroying thunderbolts, carrying earth-shattering power, slamming into the very souls of every living being present: "Today, you will die!"
The voice was like an incomparably sharp ice blade, instantly cleaving the starry sky, carrying an undeniable will to destroy, and echoing wildly and endlessly in the ruined secret realm.
Wherever the sound reached, the air seemed to freeze, and the turbulent flow of energy stopped, as if the whole world was shaken by this terrifying declaration at that moment.
"is it?"
At this moment of extreme tension, when the air seemed to freeze, a calm, gentle voice, even carrying a hint of indescribable weariness and hoarseness, rang out without warning.
The sound was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the suffocating silence.
The sound did not come from the young demon king in front who held the "God-Slaying Spear" and had a resolute look in his eyes, nor from the powerful demons and monsters on the left and right who were eyeing him like wolves and tigers, nor from the void that was cracking and about to collapse... It just suddenly rang out next to the Nine Nether Demon Lord!
So close, yet it seemed as if the speaker had stood here since time immemorial, breathing with this void for billions of years. The voice seemed to come from the depths of endless time, carrying a mysterious and ancient aura that inspired awe.
moment!
It was as if time had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand at that moment, and the entire chaotic and bloody battlefield instantly fell into absolute silence.
The pungent smell of blood that filled the air, the screams and roars that rose and fell, and the deafening roar of the energy collisions all vanished without a trace in that instant.
In the sea of demons, those monstrous and arrogant giants and demons, who were usually ferocious and invincible, were now frozen in place as if under a spell.
