Chapter 1166: Who Hasn't Been Heartbroken

Beneath the bronze mask was an ordinary face.

So ordinary that Huang Sheli was not surprised in the least; she even thought it should have been uglier.

But like a stone cast into water, it rippled. This face, upon rippling slightly, shattered.

The bronze mask beneath was an illusion, and the illusion on the face was also shattered along with it!

Huang Sheli's strike was so terrifying that though he evaded, he could not escape.

The Universal Salvation Demon Subduing Cudgel, shattering illusions and destroying techniques, killing lives to deliver them.

Thus, the people witnessed the true face of Mu's mysterious prodigy.

The entire World Platform fell silent for a moment.

What kind of face was this?

Brows, eyes, nose, lips, ears—not a single flaw, not a single place that was not beautiful.

Every stunning detail seemed to be meticulously carved by a craftsman, yet no one could possibly carve such perfect features.

This was a face of exquisite beauty.

A beauty that transcended gender.

Regardless of age or gender, regardless of perspective, everyone could feel this beauty.

The shattered bronze mask was falling.

People's gazes were fixed on this face.

How much infatuation, how much astonishment, how much envy.

Perhaps the Heavenly Dao is incomplete, often leaving regrets in the human world.

Beauty in this world often does not last long.

At this moment, there was a shallow indentation on the brow of this beautiful face, the mark left by the Buddha's head of the Universal Salvation Demon Subduing Cudgel.

It bore the smile of the Yellow-Faced Buddha.

It suppressed the divine radiance of this beautiful face and was constantly expanding its influence.

Fighting with the mask on before, people didn't feel anything was wrong. Now, seeing this face and then this indentation, they felt a sense of heartbreak.

How cruel was Huang Sheli of Jing!

Three streaks of blood snaked down from this indentation, flowing silently along the high bridge of the nose, trailing across this exquisitely beautiful face.

They bore witness to the ruthlessness of Huang Sheli's strike.

One wonders what method Deng Qi used to prevent his entire forehead from shattering.

But these three winding streaks of blood, far from marring the beauty of this face, added a touch of vitality to his beauty.

Only then could you feel that this person truly existed.

That someone in this world could truly look like this.

Jade-like skin reflecting crimson blood, adding a touch of tragic beauty, making people feel a sense of pity.

People came to this River Watching Platform for the ceremony to witness the contention between the prodigies of the various nations, to see the tumultuous and peak confrontations, where even the most radiant prodigies could be struck down into the dust...

It should be said that all spectators had a psychological expectation for any scene. But at this moment, many sighs still resounded.

In the spectator stands, Helian Yunyun, seeing Huang Sheli and Zhao Rucheng 'intertwining fingers' on the martial arts stage the previous moment, couldn't help but ask, "Yuzhen, look at this Huang Sheli, does she have any affinity with your Wash Moon Nunnery? I see she has great Buddhist nature, has Bodhi, and can chant scriptures, she seems very suitable to be a nun."

Yuzhen replied softly, "Your Highness Yun, she is clearly not one of us, is she?"

The next moment, Zhao Rucheng's mask was shattered, his facial illusion also destroyed, and his true face appeared on the World Platform.

Helian Yunyun's eyes were still fixed on the martial arts stage, but her left hand immediately reached out horizontally, blocking the eyes of the nun Yuzhen, and she said sincerely, "Then don't look for now, don't let such evil outside the Way defile your pure eyes."

Yuzhen: ...

Speaking of heartbreak, no one could be more heartbroken than Huang Sheli.

Among those who cherish flowers in the world, none surpass her, Huang Sheli. Yet it was she who personally struck this exquisitely beautiful face with the Demon Subduing Cudgel, even leaving an indentation and drawing blood!

Of course, drawing blood could only be considered a minor injury; the intention was to shatter the entire head, but most of the force was unloaded...

But the face was completely different!

Before the strike, it was a grotesque bronze mask; after the strike, it was such an exquisitely beautiful face.

How could she, Huang Sheli, not be heartbroken?

But heartbreak is heartbreak, and heartache is heartache.

Huang Sheli's steps did not slow in the least; holding the Demon Subduing Cudgel, she had already advanced quickly.

Strike while he's weak, take his life!

She, Huang Sheli, was a woman who clearly separated her career and her hobbies!

It was not wrong for her to like beautiful people.

The more beautiful, the more she liked them.

This Deng Qi of Mu was naturally a great beauty.

Even purely in terms of facial features, he surpassed anyone she had ever seen, beautiful beyond description.

Simply tragically beautiful!

But on the battlefield, victory comes first. When two armies meet, life and death must be decided!

The smile of the Yellow-Faced Buddha was imprinted between his brows, also nailing his spirit.

This was truly an opportunity to decide life and death!

Huang Sheli not only advanced rapidly but also continued to aim the Universal Salvation Demon Subduing Cudgel at that face.

She was almost in tears.

A wanton destruction of natural beauty!

But this was the best target she had determined at this very moment under the awakened state of the Bodhi Divine Ability.

I am actually going to personally destroy such a beauty.

I, Huang Sheli, truly have a heart of stone, I am not human!

Huang Sheli suppressed her rich emotions, her heart turbulent, but her actions were not affected in the slightest, amidst the impulse to shed tears, she leaped up and swung the Demon Subduing Cudgel.

She suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

A terrifying, bone-chilling aura erupted from this beautiful person before her.

The Bodhi Divine Ability sent a warning.

If this strike landed, it was very likely that she would be the one to die!

No further advance!

Huang Sheli made a decisive decision, held the Demon Subduing Cudgel vertically, adopted a defensive stance, and retreated at extreme speed!

Her advance was swift, and her retreat was swift.

She was a true strong cultivator; in battle, everything was prioritized for victory, she was very confident in her judgment, and her execution was also very decisive.

However...

This incomparably beautiful man from Mu named Deng Qi did not launch a counterattack immediately.

Instead, he looked down at the audience.

In this highly anticipated occasion, at the critical moment of this peak battle.

He suddenly turned his gaze outside the battlefield, looking down at the audience!

What was in the audience?

At this very moment, what could be more important than this battle?

This was a battle for future, a battle for life and death, a battle for honor!

People followed his gaze.

What could be in the audience?

The audience was actually empty.

There was only one...

A person in tears!

Green robes covered a tall figure, a famous sword hung from his waist, adorned with a nameless jade.

He stood motionless, but tears poured down like rain.

Silent, yet a hero of the world!

That was Jiang Wang, the prodigy of Qi, ranked among the top four of the world's inner mansion cultivators.

Having forcefully defeated Xiang Bei, the top prodigy of Chu, and now standing below the stage watching the battle - Jiang Wang!

Zhao Rucheng looked at him.

He also looked at Zhao Rucheng.

On the stage and below, the two looked at each other.

This was a gaze that was two full years overdue.

Since the fall of Maple Forest City, they had never seen each other again!

They had both thought at the time that their separation before the Merit Hall had become a permanent farewell. (Volume 1, Chapter 123)

At that time, they had clearly just completed another mission together, allocated their merits, and returned home. But why, from then on, was there no "home"?

The two looked at each other like this.

Zhao Rucheng, who usually cried more easily, did not shed a single tear.

Jiang Wang, who was usually stronger, however, burst into tears, like rain pouring down.

"Jiang Wang."

Zhao Rucheng spoke from the stage, recovering his true voice, his voice no longer awkward.

The time spent hunting demons in the desolate border had completely worn away his immaturity.

Exposing his true face at this moment was an accident, but he quickly accepted it and chose to face it.

His expression was very serious, and very earnest.

So at this moment, he on the martial arts stage looked more like an elder brother, while Jiang Wang below the martial arts stage appeared more vulnerable and helpless.

He said, "From now on, you just be a good Qi person, a Qi official, strive for a good future, and live a happy life. Don't carry the burden of the past anymore. What Zhuang owes you, I will get for you. What Zhuang owes Eldest Brother, I will demand for him. I will take this championship, I will walk the path ahead. I will bear everything."

Zhuang?

What did Zhuang owe Jiang Wang? What did Zhuang owe him?

The spectators immediately thought of Zhuang's prodigy Lin Zhenren's withdrawal from the competition!

Why did Qi encounter Zhuang in the first round of the main competition? Why did Lin Zhenren fear his opponent to such an extent, suddenly suffering blood devil backlash and withdrawing?

Between these events, too many stories were hidden, too many secrets!

Jiang Wang looked at Zhao Rucheng, as if he would never see him again, and stared intently at him.

He did not speak.

He could not speak.

His extravagant hopes had actually come true, that faint conjecture had actually shone into reality.

His good brother, whom he thought he would never see again, was now standing in front of him.

Walking this path...

It had been too tiring and too bitter!

Although he had never complained, never been lazy. But there were times when he truly wished that someone could share the burden.

And who could share the burden?

In this world, who could empathize except those who had experienced the same scene?

He did not know why he was crying.

He was clearly only happy in his heart, overflowing with joy, almost jumping out of his chest, but he could not stop crying.

He cried with joy, but could not say a word.

Old alleys, long streets, former buildings, old matters are often in dreams.

Do not mock heroes for shedding tears, who has not been hurt!

In the spectator stands, Ye Qingyu almost immediately looked at Ye Lingxiao.

If something was to be done against Zhuang on this River Watching Platform. The State of Yun might be able to provide some evidence.

Ye Lingxiao did not turn his head, only transmitted his voice in reply: "This matter is not easy. Let's see again."

Leaving aside that these two young people were just prodigies of the younger generation.

Even if these two, on the stage and off, could represent Mu and Qi.

Zhuang was also a country with a True Master residing in it, possessing four thousand li of land, with strong soldiers and horses.

It was a nail driven by the State of Jing into the Western Region, and also the strongest force of the Dao lineage in the Western Region.

Whoever wanted to bully it, the State of Jing, as a Dao Sect country, would never stand by and watch.

Did you not see that even though Lin Zhenren of Zhuang was disgraced to such an extent, the State of Jing did not say it would forcefully kill him as a sacrifice?

Ultimately, it was because Zhuang itself already had sufficient weight.

And on the martial arts stage, after Zhao Rucheng finished speaking, he turned back and looked at Huang Sheli.

When he looked at Huang Sheli, his pair of beautiful and captivating peach blossom eyes were now filled only with indifference.

Within his body, the sound of a terrifying sword cry resounded.

And the smiling face of the Yellow-Faced Buddha, imprinted on his brow, shattered into pieces in an instant!

Old alleys, long streets, former buildings, old matters are often in dreams.

Do not mock heroes for shedding tears, who has not been hurt!

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