Supreme Emptiness
/ Supreme Emptiness Chapter 975– Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis
Chapter 975: Chapter 975: Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis
But within the crack, there was a silhouette!
A black cloak billowed in the wind, riding a White Bone Warhorse, stepping upon a Blood Moon!
Holding a black long spear exuding the might of world destruction.
Looking down upon Jiang Fan from above.
Jiang Fan slashed at the sky curtain, the apocalyptic Thunder Tribulation swept past his body towards either side.
He too saw the anomaly in the sky!
It was not a real entity, but a projection reflecting from an unknown place!
He also saw, behind the White Bone Warhorse, a string of bloody heads being dragged.
Some were of the Human Clan, some of the Demon Race, and many more were of races Jiang Fan couldn't name.
All looked so young.
Each one preserved the pain or unwillingness from before dying.
All had a pale yellow, ancient Token in their mouth!
It was the Ancient Token!
This person was chasing the holders of the Ancient Token across realms!
The shadow lifted the black spear, looked down at Jiang Fan, and issued a distant, emotionless voice:
"You, the nineteenth one!"
The black spear stabbed ferociously.
The calamitous clouds above suddenly contracted, becoming as thick as ink.
The Blood Thunder of Tribulation condensed to an extreme!
A total of two hundred Blood Thunders transformed into a towering blood-red spear, stabbing towards the seemingly insignificant Jiang Fan on the ground!
This strike.
Reached the peak of the great tribulation!
Endure it, and the Infinite Blood Tribulation ends.
Fail, and turn to dust.
Chen Jing, watching from afar, had his pupils contracted to the limit: "A Five Apertures Nascent Soul Strike!"
"How could a Jiedan Junior withstand this?"
"This man is bound to die!"
Jiang Fan too felt the boundless aura of death approaching him.
The mountains and earth trembled under this strike.
So did he.
But, he never resigned to fate!
If they wanted to kill him, they would have to pay the price!
His left hand circulated a Cultivation Technique, absorbing the previously split-apart blood thunder from the sky curtain, transforming it into stronger Void Flow Thunder Force.
His right hand pointed skyward.
A terrifying war sword, fifteen thousand feet in length, swept back through the air towards the blood spear!
Destructive black spear, soul-taking Thunder Sword.
The two unparalleled fierce weapons clashed in a heavenly collision over the northern sky of the Demon Race!
The tangible shock wave formed a pattern of blood-red thunder sweeping around.
Chen Jing's expression changed, quickly retreating, a shocked look on his face:
"What on earth is this person cultivating?"
"Why is it so terrifying?"
This strike of the Undying Blade, even Chen Jing wasn't confident he could withstand it!
Amid the fierce clash.
The descending blood thunder spear paused, its surface dimmed considerably, yet it had been reduced by two-tenths by the Undying Blade.
However, after a momentary stalemate, the Undying Blade shattered on the spot.
The dreadful apocalyptic blood spear surged down, piercing fiercely into Jiang Fan's body.
In an instant.
The Ancient Snow Mountain beneath him finally couldn't bear it, collapsing with a rumble.
Jiang Fan fell along into the mountains, lying amidst countless scattered stones.
Yet he wasn't dead.
A Golden Buddha hovered in front of his chest, the golden radiance emitted fiercely blocked the blood spear three feet away from his chest.
The shadow atop the moon grew furious.
The Tribulation clouds were exhausted, and yet, this person held out until the end!
"Die!"
The shadow hurled the spear he was holding at Jiang Fan on the ground!
A destruction shadow more terrifying than the blood spear, exuding a mighty pressure that made all beings prostrate, crossed the sky towards Jiang Fan.
The golden Buddha light, after a brief resistance, shattered dramatically!
The blood spear now faced no more obstacles, instantly piercing through Jiang Fan's body.
At this moment.
His body exploded open, revealing bloody ribs, the squirming viscera inside, and fractured bones of his arms.
Boundless pain, like a tsunami, engulfed him.
His consciousness, plunged into darkness.
Chen Jing looked on wordlessly, traces of pity on his face: "This is too unfair."
"This isn't a tribulation, it's murder!"
"A cross-realm assassination by an endless powerhouse!"
"With his physique, he could have easily overcome the tribulation."
From the other side.
The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master, full of despair, angrily gazed at the attacking moon-walking shadow: "Who are you?"
Jiang Fan could have succeeded in overcoming the tribulation!
He could have!!!
He worked so hard, bore great ambitions, intended to fulfill the legacy of his predecessors, and complete the millennium dream for the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.
Why treat him like this?
So unfair!
Slave Heart Demon Emperor's tears rolled down, Jiang Fan was already reduced to bones by this strike.
"Master, with you gone, for whom does Slave Heart's title exist?"
Concubine Yunxia lowered her head, shutting her eyes in pain.
Silent sorrow, soundless grief.
They barely escaped the Sky Demon Emperor, and could finally be with Jiang Fan openly.
Yet, the result is this.
Xia Chaoge stared dumbly, her eyes damp, the one person who could bring her joy at first sight in this world, was gone forever.
Liu Li held her stomach, her face full of bitterness, she had fantasized about a family with Jiang Fan.
But, it all came to such an abrupt end.
Yizhu Demon Emperor staggered, face pale, a pain piercing her heart, memories of Jiang Fan in the East Sea surfaced, bringing forth sorrow, tears streaming.
Old Dream Demon Emperor's tears flowed, heart feeling empty, as if losing someone very important.
Do some feelings end before they even begin?
Liu Qingxian stared dumbfounded as the blood spear was deeply embedded in the earth.
As if drained of strength, she fell to her knees, eyes brimming with tears, murmuring in disbelief:
"Fan... is dead?"
"No, it can't be."
She got up, ignoring the remaining tribulation clouds, and stumbled forward:
"Give Fan back to me, we won't overcome this tribulation."
"I'll take him back to the Green Cloud Sect, let him be a carefree disciple, we want nothing, nothing at all!"
"I beg of you to bring Fan back to me!"
Watching her figure, hearing her helpless cries.
The hearts of all present grew heavier with sadness.
The Martial Path Realm is said to be treacherous, life's impermanence constant.
Today's companions who drink and laugh, may tomorrow become a lonely grave, a solitary tombstone.
At this moment, the words 'life's impermanence' became a stark reality.
Even someone like Jiang Fan fell.
In the sky above.
The shadow rode the White Bone Warhorse, stepping on the Blood Moon, gazing coldly at the impaled Jiang Fan.
"You shouldn't have taken the Ancient Token."
He beckoned, and the black spear drew a cold arc towards Jiang Fan's neck.
The head is his trophy.
And Jiang Fan, is the nineteenth trophy!
Jiang Fan's consciousness plunged into darkness.
This is the darkness of death, the eternal slumber.
"Am I dead?"
In the endless darkness, Jiang Fan's heart murmured.
"Enough, let it end here."𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"So tired."
"I should rest now..."
At this moment.
A faint voice called out.
"Brother!"
"Brother!!"
"Brother!!!"
The muted calls echoed through his darkened consciousness.
It was Ling Shu's voice.
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