AWB Chapter 1719 - 1716: An Ant Trying to Move a Tree
Chapter 1719 - 1716: An Ant Trying to Move a Tree
For a long time, the dust gradually dissipated.
The mysterious figure held a spear, panting heavily, standing amidst the ruins, giving off a feeling of teetering on the brink of collapse.
His black robe was torn and tattered, like a ragged flag torn by a fierce wind, fluttering in the breeze.
His disheveled hair danced wildly, his face covered in dirt and blood, looking extremely wretched.
However, when gazing at Xu Wendong, his eyes were filled with gravity.
It was a fear of the strong, even though he was severely injured, his body on the verge of collapse, the defiance and reluctance in his eyes still burned fiercely.
On the other hand, Xu Wendong stood with one hand behind his back, spotless, and the slight curve of his lips revealed a sinister charm, sending chills down one’s spine.
The mysterious figure was grim-faced, his hands trembling as he struggled to suppress his rampant injuries, and he summoned the trump card from his storage ring.
It was a jade flute, entirely crystalline, seemingly carved from millennia-old cold jade.
The jade flute was intricately engraved with dense and complicated runes, emitting a faint glow as if narrating its ancient and mysterious origin.
The mysterious figure slowly placed the jade flute to his lips, took a deep breath, and began to play.
In an instant.
The sound of the flute was akin to heavenly melodies, echoing leisurely throughout this world.
The notes were like lively spirits, dancing gracefully, spreading in all directions.
Initially, the sound was gentle and melodious, like the breeze in spring, softly caressing the lake’s surface, stirring slight ripples, intoxicating one, bringing peace to the heart.
However, in just a moment, the tune drastically changed, becoming strange and intense.
The sharp notes were like sharp blades, piercing directly into everyone’s eardrums, the stabbing pain instantly spreading throughout the body.
Xu Wendong and the others only felt their heads buzz, as if an invisible giant hand clutched their consciousness, casting them into a blank void.
Everyone’s eyes became hollow and listless, like soulless shells, forced to stand there, awaiting slaughter.
Zhang Nian’s tight heartstrings completely snapped under the flute’s sound, their bodies felt as if all strength was drained, collapsing softly to the ground.
The magical treasure tightly held in their hands also fell along, its light dimming, as if losing its spirituality.
The loose cultivators of Qingyuan City fared even worse.
They showed expressions of pain, clutching their heads, rolling and struggling on the ground, trying to escape the soul-devouring flute sound, yet to no avail.
Only Xu Wendong, amidst the deadly flute’s assault, remained unshaken, his heart calm, without any ripple.
Yet his deep eyes now turned dim and lifeless.
His body swayed slightly, as if about to fall.
But in truth, deep in his mind, he maintained a clarity.
Although the mysterious figure’s flute had powerful soul-attacking effects, it was of little importance to him!
What he feared least was a soul attack.
After all.
At his peak, he was a god!
Even now, though his cultivation level had significantly declined, the strength of his soul was beyond ordinary people’s imagination.
Attempting to kill him with a soul attack was simply an impossible dream!
Xu Wendong remained quiet, even controlling his body to slightly tremble, as if struggling against the erosion of the sound waves.
His performance was a masterpiece!
The mysterious figure saw Xu Wendong seemingly on the brink of collapse, a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes, believing his magical treasure was about to triumph.
The intensity of his flute playing increased, the sound swelled like a raging tide, wave after wave, madly crashing against Xu Wendong’s defenses, attempting to completely crush his will.
He had already decided, he must kill Xu Wendong today, to avenge his previous disgrace, even if it cost him his last ounce of strength, he would not hesitate.
Otherwise, he could no longer survive in the cultivation world!
Thinking of this, the mysterious figure swiftly approached Xu Wendong, seeking to deliver a deadly strike.
But at this critical moment.
Suddenly, Xu Wendong’s eyes flashed with cold light, as if the light breaking through the clouds at dawn.
The power he had been amassing erupted instantly, his foot stomped the ground, approaching the mysterious figure like an arcane apparition.
Immediately following, he raised his right palm high, True Qi surged from his palm, seemingly gathering the power of the stars, with the momentum of moving mountains, he viciously struck towards the mysterious figure’s chest!
Seeing Xu Wendong approach like an apparition, the joy in the mysterious figure’s eyes froze instantaneously, transforming into boundless terror.
His eyes bulged wide, like copper bells, as if his eyeballs were about to burst from their sockets.
Staring intently at Xu Wendong’s right palm carrying tremendous power, it was as if he saw the Grim Reaper’s scythe swiftly slicing towards him.
His breath suddenly became rapid, his chest heaving violently.
In panic, he instinctively stabbed forward with the jade flute in hand, hoping to use it as a last lifeline to block Xu Wendong’s lethal strike.
However, Xu Wendong’s palm, filled with vigorous True Qi, was not so easily blocked!
With a resounding "bang", akin to a meteor crashing into the earth, shook the surrounding ruins, raising a cloud of dust.
Xu Wendong’s palm fiercely struck against the jade flute.
In an instant.
The jade flute emitted a sound of agony, and the intricate runes shattered like a fractured spider web, splintering, dispersing, the previously crystalline flute’s body instantly was riddled with cracks, as if about to shatter like glass.
The terrifying impact force poured through the jade flute, like a raging tide, directly into the mysterious figure’s body.
The mysterious figure felt his chest was struck by a heavy hammer, a mouthful of blood uncontrollably spurted out, like blossoming blood flowers, drawing a glaring arc in the air.
His body was flung back uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, crashing through several large stones along the way before heavily falling to the ground, raising an even larger cloud of dust.
The mysterious figure lay on the ground, gasping for breath, each inhale accompanied by deep chest pain, as if tearing his organs apart.
The dust and blood on his face mixed, blurring his eyes, yet he had no intention of wiping it away, his gaze filled with despair and regret.
He never expected that the deadly strike he had meticulously planned would not harm Xu Wendong at all, but instead bring himself into such a dire situation.
Xu Wendong’s figure flashed, seemingly teleporting, landing steadily back in place, his garments fluttering, like an immortal descended into the world, his face still carrying that sinister smile.
Yet, to the mysterious figure, that smile seemed like a demon’s mockery.
He looked down at the severely wounded mysterious figure, speaking slowly: "If I dare lure you out, how could I fear you?"
Zhang Nian also gradually crawled up from the ground at this moment, still with lingering fear, but seeing Xu Wendong’s valiance defeating the mysterious figure, his heart was filled with delight and pride.
The loose cultivators of Qingyuan City supported each other to stand, their gazes towards Xu Wendong full of admiration and awe, as if looking at a god saving the world.
"You...how did you do it?"
The mysterious figure’s voice trembled, angrily questioned: "My Sound Wave Technique, even a strong peer can be careless and fall for it, how can a Foundation Establishment Stage kid like you...how can you be unharmed?"
Xu Wendong’s lips curled into an intriguing smile: "My strength is beyond what such ants as you can imagine."