Chapter 279: Is It So?

It seemed as if only a moment had passed.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes again, pulled out the Sickle of God’s Wrath from the ground, and stepped forward.

As soon as he was less than 100 meters away, the sword of qi engaged in combat with the white knight already sensed his return. The phantom in gleam of the sword turned back and cast him a look, his expression strange.

Back?

The little asshole actually came back?

Did he get stung by his conscience?

Or is some goddamn idea brewing up in his treacherous mind?

The head of House Yuan withdrew his gaze, and the sword of qi changed, separating into two wisps. It was as if two swordsmen were attacking at the same time, cooperating with one another, one attacking and one defending, in harmony and without conflict

He had made up his mind to stabilize the situation first. If the little devil is really here to help, then all is well. If he still attempts to use any sinister tricks, then don’t blame me for being mean.

Although striking such an undead monster was somewhat constraining, the art of killing that was the actual forte of House Yuan wasn’t to be taken lightly.

But soon, he began to doubt his perception.

It was because Ye Qingxuan’s unhurried voice sounded.

“Senior, may I trouble you to keep a distance later?”

Ye Qingxuan suggested to the gleam of the sword from afar. “Both of us are of the Deva bloodline, it’ll be a pity if I accidentally injure you.”

The head of House Yuan was momentarily shocked and laughed.

He laughed out of anger.

Accidentally injure me?

Even the head of House Bai, who is generally recognized as the strongest among the previous generation, dare not talk to me like that when he is standing in front of me. Where is the confidence of this junior who is not even 30 years old coming from?

At the moment, such a considerate reminder seemed more like ridicule.

“Alright, then I’ll stop.” The old man in the gleam of sword snickered. “Go on, if you’re as good as you claim to be.”

Upon saying so, the sword of qi divided itself, in a moment, it split from two to four, from four to eight, and in the end, the metallic gleam sliding around was gone, only leaving countless dust-like specks of starlight floating around in nothingness.

They couldn’t be touched, nor could they be caught.

They had turned incorporeal.

— The Alkaid Sword Movement.

Like the stars hanging high above the skies, it adhered to a strict order and was invincible. Obeying the controller’s will, the incorporeal stars in the sky could materialize any time, and the stars would gather together and strike a thunderous blow.

The sword could strike a catastrophe, and naturally it could strike people too.

“That would be great, senior, please be on standby.”

As if he didn’t sense a chill vaguely entangling him, Ye Qingxuan waved and smiled, his tone unceremonious. In fact, he was one step short of asking the old man to cheer and wave his banner for him, and his attitude made the expression of the head of House Yuan even colder.

“Kid, don’t brag too much, or you might twist your tongue in the wind,” said the old man.

Bang!

What answered him was the sound of Firebird scraping against the air.

The crown of light hovering on top of Ye Qingxuan’s head corresponded with the sweeping Firebird according to his will. A massive amount of golden brilliance gathered, covering him. But it completed a qualitative change in midair, inducting from ‘fixed’ to ‘changing’, as if it had changed from stone to fire.

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Dragon’s breath!

After incorporating the power of nature interference, the Firebird had evolved into destructive dragon’s breath.

Horrifying dragon’s breath fell on flesh and blood, but it did not damage the body in the slightest bit. Countless strands of music theory were cast into it, letting the power of the dragon’s breath smelt them, just like metals cast into a furnace.

As the sword of qi dissipated, the White Knight cast an indifferent gaze towards where Ye Qingxuan was located. The three heads and six arms covered in cracks quickly recovered. The arrows of wind and swords of fire emerged again from the six arms, aiming at Ye Qingxuan from afar, and a murderous intent rose.

Ye Qingxuan’s footsteps did not stop.

He was moving forward.

Without any defenses, he entered into the forbidden area of death step by step.

Every step he took, a low sound of steel scraping against each other burst forth from the Firebird. In the flames of the Firebird, music theory tumbled angrily, colliding. The electricity seemed to condense into tangible matter in the flames, displaying the coldness of iron.

An incorporeal alchemy array descended from the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth, projecting itself on Ye Qingxuan’s body. As he welcomed the tempering of the Firebird’s fire and the irrigation of aether, it was as if he was being reborn in the strange alchemical process.

“As above, so below, so all things have their birth… Boss, presenting alchemy in the form of music theory and musical movements is your actual forte, right?” In a trance-like state, Ye Qingxuan seemed to realize it.

He felt that only then did he truly understand Hermes’ background, but immediately changed his mind and thought that it was just Hermes’ cover.

That guy had always been mysterious. Up till the moment he died, he never answered anyone’s question. As for whether the secret is true or false, who knows?

Ye Qingxuan no longer pondered over the deceased’s jokes in bad taste, instead he looked up at the White Knight preparing to go in for the kill in one strike, and smiled. “However, compared to difficult fellas like him, creatures like you are too easy to deal with.”

At the moment, the rumble of steel scraping against each other burst forth from the dragon’s breath.

The initially incorporeal projection of the alchemy array materialized. The aether crystal proliferated wildly within and covered the array. Under the power of nature interference, it emitted a cold brilliance.

The burning dragon’s breath dissipated, and in its place was a huge body of steel.

The body was constructed with Firebird and aether, the essence was formed with music theory and the projection of the alchemy array. It was propelled by the power of the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth, and in the blink of an eye, a miracle almost like that of creation was created.

The heavy power armor covered Ye Qingxuan, and as he moved forward, the sound of metal colliding was heard.

Under the cold helmet, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and looked at his five fingers wrapped in steel, but he still had a real sense of touch. The alchemy array connected to his spine had turned the heavy steel into part of his flesh.

He breath seemed to disappear, his heartbeat seemed to disappear, and his pulse as well.

Instead, they were replaced by silence, calmness and coldness, as if he was submerged in a cold pond.

He had been freed from the fragile human body.

He had turned into iron, and had no more weaknesses.

Even though he faced a monster that humans could hardly compare to, he did not waver for the slightest bit. Although death was close at hand, but in the heart that seemed like icy iron… an indescribable joy rose.

The opponent only put on a layer of iron, but the White Knight felt a threat rapidly climbing in intensity.

On the horse, the lance of thunder gleamed. The elements of the various kings were attached on it, bestowing the ability to destroy upon the gun.

At the moment, the two were thirty steps apart. Ye Qingxuan had already set foot upon the boundaries of a forbidden zone which promised death, and could no longer dodge as layers of murderous intent locked his body.

On the blade of the lance, countless strands of music theory were entangled, distorting the physical world. Wherever the blade passed, reality seemed to have been cut open, leaving a forbidding crack.

Beyond the crack was a strange world of the grotesque and bizarre.

As if he was holding a mighty sovereignty that dominated everything, the White Knight held the lance high, the glorious flares igniting the world.

The king of the earth at the moment, White Knight, the catastrophe, overlooked Ye Qingxuan from the horse, solemnly announcing a decree that must not be violated. “— Death to all rebels!”

“Is it so?” At the very moment, a cold light lit up from the eyes of the armored knight.

Lancelot, the knight of the round table, opened his eyes!