CHAPTER 761: CHAPTER 328: LIFE-AND-DEATH STRUGGLE

The God of Suffering inclined his ear to listen, and he simultaneously heard two sounds. One sound naturally came from the Metropolitan, it was the continuous wailing of Star Covering,

The other sound came from an unknown distant place, lazy and beautiful jazz melodies wafted over in such an ethereal and graceful manner.

"God of Suffering, you have been away from the battlefield for too long, you’ve grown old, indeed aged beyond your feats..."

"In the secular world, there’s a group of people, called martial masters, who practice their fists and feet day and night; they often spread a saying, ’the fist fears youth’, but in truth, it’s not just the fist that fears youth. In the Incense Fire Divine Dao, it’s exactly the same, the fist fears youth."

Star Covering’s voice resonated melodiously from the Mist Dream.

"The you in the Metropolitan is not the real you."

"I’ve long said, my name is Star Covering, covering the heavens and earth. I’m best at the art of escape. You use your flesh body and the true soul of a Heavenly God to corrupt me. Now you’re already just a remnant, while I’ve not been greatly harmed. Now I rise as you deteriorate, you don’t even have the qualification to fight desperately."

A wind blew out from within the mist, like a sharp blade, shaving off a piece of flesh from the back of the God of Suffering’s neck.

"Two hundred years ago, I, Star Covering, was once the Guardian of the human world. Do you know who I admired most?"

"It was you, Heavenly God."

"Sun and moon shine anew, recreating mountains and rivers. I once considered your abilities my lifelong faith." Star Covering spoke emotionally, as if reminiscing: "I wished so much that one day, I could be like you, daring to cut down anyone who comes to Mingjiang Prefecture to cause havoc from both heaven and the mortal world with my starlight. But when I encountered the seven-leaf Venerable, everything changed,

We merely, like mortals, wished to be together all our lives, but never gave up the burdens on our shoulders. The supreme will demanded justice upon us both,

the seven-leaf eroded,

and I survived. I’ve lived this long precisely to confront the supreme will, to question that being high above: What did I and the seven-leaf do wrong after all."

"There cannot be offspring between alien ghosts, gods, evil gods, or Great Buddhas. This was decreed by the supreme will after the ancient war, and it has always been so."

"Quoting the words of Young Master — it has always been so, does that make it right?"

Swoosh!

Again, two gusts of wind slashed out from the mist, severing the God of Suffering’s right hand, leaving the Golden Alms Bowl without support, rolling helplessly and powerlessly to the ground...

"Heavenly God, I see you as an idol. I’m happy you’ve been revived. I wouldn’t want to fight against you with blades. You could have avoided entering the fray, continued to tuck your head like a turtle. With the incense fire Taoists protecting you, and Huangyuan Demons not daring to act openly,

But you entered the fray anyway, the path you’ve chosen, I can only help you walk it to its end."

From within the mist arose a whirlwind, like a meat-grinding machine, drifted to the God of Suffering’s side, forcibly tearing off the flesh from his remaining limbs.

The God of Suffering’s figure was filthy, but the heroic spirit between his brows did not dissipate, and his sickness silently crawled into the mist.

"Idol, why don’t you beg for mercy, why don’t you cry out, suffering such torture should be yelled out, it would feel better to scream."

"You just scream, you’re my idol, I’ll keep this secret for you. From now, if anyone asks, I’ll tell them — the God of Suffering never knelt to beg for mercy from the will of a Heavenly Ghost, you are a man of staunch, unyielding spirit..."

Star Covering’s words were extremely sincere, without a hint of mockery,

The God of Suffering endured enormous pain, and strongly asked, "Star Covering, how could your blinding technique deceive my sickness?"

"Of course I can’t deceive it, but since I have the ambition to confront the will of Jing Country directly, how could I go find trouble bare-handed?

In these two hundred years, I have birthed nine evil god offspring, polluting the Mingjiang Prefecture’s Ancestor Dragon,

Three of which died during the pollution process, now six are still alive, these six offspring can control the Ancestor Dragon, forming a grand dream spanning the Mingjiang Prefecture,

Now, to deal with you, I’ve condensed the grand dream into six clusters of Mistaken Dreams, luring you into the trap."

"Idol, you’re old, you can’t fight me — farewell."

Star Covering started singing again, a gust in the mist condensed into a white long spear, the spear tip continuously gathered the Power of Stars,

The God of Suffering, already on his last breath, naturally could no longer sustain the renewed brilliance of the sun and moon, the renewed brilliance faded away while the starlight became the brightest and most splendid glow in the Mingjiang Prefecture.

The Power of Stars, turned into nine streams, swirling into a vortex at the spear tip, finally condensed into one that lightly spit forth, becoming the sharpest blade in the world,

This sharp blade could sever the last remaining life force of the God of Suffering.

The blade pierced inch by inch into the God of Suffering’s forehead, his heroic spirit, awakened again by Zhou Xuan’s bravery, because of witnessing the calamities befalling Mingjiang Prefecture twice, little by little faded away,

But as the God of Suffering was infinitely close to demise, he still did not beg for mercy, nor cry out, instead, he said very calmly: "Star Covering, you say the fist fears youth, this reasoning is a true one, I acknowledge it, but at the same time, I also want to teach you an old reasoning."

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"Please speak."

"Old and undying—that makes a rogue. I’m an old rogue myself, can’t I see through the tricks you are playing with the Star Covering?"

"You..."

"When I was searching for you in the Pestilence, I knew I wouldn’t find the real you... Only when your true form comes to kill me do I have the slightest chance of tracing your shadow."

"You won’t find it."

"I’ve already found it."

The God of Suffering suddenly raised his head, driving the Star Spear deeper into himself.

"The God of Suffering, disperses the Path, Heavenly God Aura, detonate the Pestilence."

As the Star Covering revealed its true form, the God of Suffering had already placed the Pestilence into the mist, and now, the mist surrounding the Star Covering was crawling with the Pestilence—

When the God of Suffering dispersed his Path, his aura compelled the Pestilence within to explode, forming a massive red cloud.

Within the red cloud lay suffering, pain, disaster, corrupting everything around,

even someone like the Star Covering with nine Incenses didn’t dare to linger a moment longer within the red cloud,

she could only leave the mist that concealed her, within the mist was her offspring, controlling the Mist Dream formed by the Ancestor Dragon,

having lost the mist she commanded, in the eyes of the dying God of Suffering, the concealment vanished, he saw the remaining few mists,

from each of his seven orifices extended delicate fingers, pointing towards the direction of those mists, his Heavenly God Aura was guided, accurately dispersing into the mists.

Wherever he dispersed his Path, pestilence would spread there, corruption would breed within.

"My offspring."

The Star Covering never could have anticipated, the God of Suffering truly was a deeply scheming old rogue, the battle in the Metropolitan was not a desperate fight of this old rogue,

it was when he dispersed his Path that the true desperate fight began.

Those pestilences and corruption naturally couldn’t slaughter the Star Covering who had already escaped the mist, but they eradicated and corrupted all hidden offspring of the Star Covering within—

—polluting the Alien Ghosts and offspring of the Evil God of Mingjiang Ancestor Dragon, and the God of Suffering, simultaneously perished—

...

The six mists of "Mistaken Dreams" in Mingjiang Prefecture dispersed just like that,

places originally hidden on the Holy Buddha Chessboard also revealed their true form,

Zhou Xuan could see it,

he saw the final remains of the God of Suffering, and that deeply piercing Star Spear,

just now, time relentlessly rewound within the Holy Buddha Chessboard, Zhou Xuan saw the fierce battle—the God of Suffering, using a desperate method, forcing the Star Covering out of the mist, while also destroying the Star Covering offspring polluting the Ancestor Dragon.

"Never expected that the God of Suffering would enter the fray."

"Boom!"

Mo Ya Monk once again lost his composure, furiously pounding the chessboard, roaring: "A mere Heavenly God’s Fire ruined our trump card."

As the Heavenly God fell, his aura, upon the completion of dispersing his Path, was absorbed by the Heaven and Earth Chess Game, just like the Treasure Tree Heavenly King,

however, being at a Heavenly God Level, even in a state of decay beyond further decline, he simply couldn’t control his Heavenly God Aura himself, it didn’t mean his aura wasn’t mighty.

As the aura of the God of Suffering was absorbed by the chess game, it raged chaotically.

"Zhou Xuan, as I disperse my aura Path, henceforth my aura will roam within all spatial realms of Jing Country, a young man as spirited as you, should inherit my aura, you are the true Human World Guardian of Jing Country."

"Zhou Xuan, I’m sorry, as the God of Suffering, I now only possess great skill, helping you defeat the Star Covering’s trump card is my limit... I’m sorry..."

A single sentence expressed apology, another encouraged Zhou Xuan,

Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya stood simultaneously, facing the direction of the Metropolitan, and made a fist salute—regardless of his past character, at this moment of life and death in Mingjiang Prefecture, he ultimately stepped forward...