Chapter 229: The Ferocity of Divine Murder Intent
by xennovelA murderous intent, so concentrated it nearly suffocates!
It surged in from all directions like a tidal wave, reminiscent of that raging cosmic river that swells within and outside Daocheng!
Raging, rampant, and magnificent!
An overwhelming sense of claustrophobia pressed on one’s chest, making even a single breath a struggle.
Inside the carriage, silence reigned—so profound that even the faint sound of a snowflake landing on the roof could be heard clearly.
Gurgle, gurgle…
The stove boiled with heated water, its bubbling sound echoing as tiny bubbles burst at the spout, resonating within the carriage.
Su He Lian clutched the wedding invitation, frozen like a statue in place.
His eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of disbelief flickering within them.
“Murderous intent… so overwhelming…”
“Who dares to kill me?”
The incredulity in Su He Lian’s eyes quickly faded into a dark resolve as his brows furrowed, his entire being radiating a deadly sharpness.
“How dare you! To think you would try to assassinate me here in Daocheng?”
“I am the elder of the Su Family and the honored senior of the Qianyuan Divine Sect!”
Slowly, Su He Lian lowered the wedding invitation from his grasp.
“A Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner…”
“A Great Practitioner!”
Boom—!!!
In an instant, the invitation clattered onto the table inside the carriage like a boulder splashing into a lake, unleashing a cataclysmic roar.
The resounding thunder of rolling waves, as countless surges smashed the air like torrents colliding with the lake’s surface.
An immensely potent spiritual force rippled outward from the mud pellet at his brow’s center, stirring the very air into undulating waves like those on a mirror-like lake.
Wave after wave, the ripples spread out incessantly!
Su He Lian’s face turned ice-cold as his powerful spiritual perception diffused—a nearly tangible force of intent manifested!
“Show yourself!”
A piercing whistle split the air like the crack of a spring thunder, and outside the carriage, countless drifting snowflakes froze mid-air as if glued.
Then, an overwhelming, invisible force—like a raging, untameable river—rolled over them.
The air currents surrounding the carriage and the snow falling from the sky shattered into fragments under this palpable, formless power!
Su He Lian’s murderous intent raged like an unstoppable torrent!
Fierce beyond measure!
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
A feral wind howled, causing the carriage curtains to flutter wildly!
On the carriage’s crossbar, the carriage master Old Xiao, his grip firm on the reins, had his eyes suddenly alight with a terrifying brilliance as his potent life-force surged outward from his core!
Boom!
“You’ve got some nerve!”
The carriage master snarled coldly.
With a flash of his five fingers, he drew from beneath the carriage a shimmering black arcane iron spear!
Meanwhile, Su He Lian sat composedly within the carriage.
He furrowed his brows, his mind racing—just who was trying to kill him?
Who exactly… intended to slay him?!
“Old Xiao… kill whoever comes!”
“Hold the line for just five breaths!”
Su He Lian’s icy voice drifted from the carriage.
In the next moment, the sound of cracking knuckles echoed as he formed a peculiar divine seal, and a torrent of spiritual might—his divine essence—converged from the very heavens and earth in frenzied haste.
“Assassinate the Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner…”
“Let me see…”
“What are you capable of!”
The carriage master, spear in hand, his eyes flashing like lightning, burst forth with the complete aura of thirty divine guts.
“There.”
He said in a low voice.
Then, he slowly lifted his head.
But there, he saw…
The falling snow had, at that moment, entirely melted into icy rain.
Beads of rain cascaded from the inky black night.
In the carriage master’s eyes, what began as a tiny dot…
Enlarged suddenly during its descent, growing larger and larger!
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Li Che, wearing the Thunder Duke Mask, pressed a fingertip against his brow.
The Cosmic Chessboard instantly unfolded above the carriage, engulfing an area spanning a thousand zhang in every direction.
It sealed off a zone of deathly silence, a place forbidden to investigation.
Behind the Thunder Duke Mask, only the lithe figure of Ma Mian remained, springing forth in a single leap to the farthest boundary of the Cosmic Chessboard’s grid.
Under the mask, Li Che’s Painted Immortal clone showed no trace of emotion—only cold detachment.
The Xiangong Fire God Barrett landed in his hand as Ma Mian mounted it atop a blood-red barrel, pulsing with an intensely potent aura.
Aiming!
It was aimed at the carriage that had ground to a halt in the storm.
A terrifying murderous force steadily oozed from the barrel mounted by Ma Mian!
Li Che deeply valued and equally recognized this murderous intent.
When Su He Lian first scheme against his daughter, Li Che had already marked him down with a death warrant in his mind!
Although Su Chuyang had rejected Su He Lian, he had not given up his pursuit.
Su He Lian’s target was none other than the innate talent of XiXi!
The ability to siphon the talents and bloodlines of a genius girl…
The Su Family’s mastery of divine arts was abhorrent—utterly twisted!
An evil beyond what Li Che could fathom!
Li Che closed his eyes.
His mind buzzed with powerful, active thoughts as countless images flashed before him.
He saw the sight of XiXi being drained of her talent until she was feeble and withered…
Just the thought made his heart twist painfully.
“Unforgivable…”
“Which father could bear to witness such a fate?”
Every breath became a struggle just at the mere thought, leaving him gasping for air.
For Li Che, the Corpse God Sect was the most despicable force, and the Su Family… was set to become a close second!
It was almost as loathsome as the Corpse God Sect!
In Li Che’s eyes, a power masquerading as a prestigious clan while engaging in squalid deeds was even more repugnant than outright evil.
At least the Corpse God Sect did its misdeeds uprightly.
But this covert treachery, pretending to be virtuous while engaging in debauchery, was the epitome of despicableness.
“Su Family… one day, I’ll pay you a visit.”
“I want to see firsthand the evil of the Su Family.”
Li Che raised his hand, pressing the Thunder Duke Mask, his eyes glinting with cold fury.
Tonight, his sole target was Su He Lian—because Su He Lian had set his sights on Li Che’s daughter, a deed beyond forgiveness.
“But… Su He Lian is a Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner, barely past his breakthrough and with only the rudimentary stage of Divine Guts!”
“Can he really be killed?!”
Li Che’s eyes sparkled with an almost blinding radiance!
This was the first time Li Che faced a Divine Practitioner of Breath Retention Transformation—a being equivalent to a top-tier grandmaster like You Liqing!
Moreover, in terms of methods, these Divine Practitioners remained even more enigmatic!
But Su He Lian was no match for You Liqing—the gap was immense.
After all, You Liqing was not only a grandmaster of the top tier but had also reached the pinnacle of Golden Body Transcendence, merely a breath away from Breath Retention Transformation.
You Liqing could probably end Su He Lian in three moves!
Even Li Che, as a top-tier grandmaster, wasn’t completely confident of ending him.
Yet when facing a Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner, Li Che felt he could try.
Because the Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner had one glaring weakness…
His mortal body was too feeble!
Possessing only the level of Divine Guts was Su He Lian’s greatest vulnerability!
As long as one could withstand his divine technique…
Get in close…
Then, one could kill him!
Boom—!!!
“Kill!”
His fingers clenched into a fist.
In an instant…
Li Che, clad in the Thunder Duke Mask, felt the air around him swell with power as his robust physique erupted with a torrent of blood like raging rivers!
Countless arcs of lightning intertwined around him.
Boom, boom, boom—
A colossal surge of spiritual power burst forth from the carriage a thousand zhang away, rippling outward in fierce waves.
It sought to probe everything around!
Just as it neared Li Che,
Ma Mian’s eyes flashed as he forcefully inserted that slender, extreme collapse Fire God Dragon Tooth into the Xiangong Fire God Barrett!
With the power coalesced by his Painted Immortal clone, Ma Mian absorbed an overwhelming force in a heartbeat!
Boom—!!!
At the moment he pulled the trigger, Ma Mian’s clone exploded!
All his blood and divine essence surged into the barrel forged by the Fire God Furious Dragon Wood, its interior flaring red as flames roared.
The tremendous impact slammed into the extreme collapse Fire God Dragon Tooth bullet lodged in the Barrett.
Li Che had yet to master the integration of Great Avalanche with Black and White Collapse’s sniper bullet!
But…
It was enough!
Black and White Collapse!
A silent, unstoppable force—
It tore through the air, slicing through the snow; before sound could even register, the bullet had crossed a thousand zhang!
It surged like a scarlet, enraged jiao dragon, roaring as its black and white patterns spun wildly, two pieces colliding in a frenzied clash!
In its silent fury lurked an earth-shattering, explosive power!
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Scorching hot!
Boiling over!
It was as if a furnace had been unleashed, a searing heat capable of scorching mountains and boiling seas!
In less than half a breath, the surrounding temperature soared dramatically!
Snowflakes in the air melted into droplets!
Under a streak of ripping red light, those droplets evaporated instantly into steam under an overwhelming, scorching force!
Quick!
Too fast!
Atop the stationary carriage, Old Xiao, the carriage master, stood with thirty streams of divine guts coursing through him!
Though he hadn’t cultivated the Martial Saint Technique, his formidable method was far from ordinary!
He had been assigned by Su He Lian after his breakthrough into Breath Retention Transformation.
Every Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner receives a powerful martial escort because their only flaw is their feeble mortal body!
Once that weakness is overcome, their threat becomes enormous!
Old Xiao gripped the arcane iron spear, his eyes blazing as tense veins pulsed across his skin.
His gaze locked onto a bursting surge of red light!
Silently, without a sound!
It was because… its speed left no time for sound to catch up!
At first it appeared a thousand zhang away. But within a fraction of a breath after Old Xiao raised his spear, that furious red jiao dragon…
Had already closed to within a zhang’s distance!
“Hiss!”
With a defiant shout, the carriage master lashed out, his arcane iron spear slamming down!
His temples throbbed as if echoing the roar of thunder!
Yet…
That bullet, which had once raced in a straight line like an arrow, at the very moment it was about to clash with the spear’s tip…
Veered off course—like a dragon swishing its tail, stirring the air and changing direction!
Fiery red, lightning-fast, and thunderous in might!
Like a divine archer at the peak of his power drawing his bow and unleashing a death-dealing arrow!
Old Xiao roared, summoning his divine guts to block it.
But then…
His heart pounded violently—thump, thump, thump!
In an instant, as if an unbearable gravitational force slammed him down, the surrounding air solidified like a mountain!
His divine guts… couldn’t be summoned in time!
Without any divine essence or martial will…
What in the world is this?!
Splat—!!!
The arrow instantly pierced through the grandmaster’s brow, its terrifying force shattering bone as it twisted and tore through, dragging a mist of blood along…
It burst out from the back of his head!
A stream of black and white energy tore through, ruthlessly shredding the divine guts that clung to his skin!
This grandmaster, who had consolidated thirty divine guts…
Was sent flying as his head soared upward, his gaze fixed on the rain cascading from the sky!
In his final moments, his pupils constricted sharply!
There, high above the hundred-zhang Heavenly Dome, someone stood in midair, flanked by billowing black robes and a Thunder Dragon Mask—a dragon king commanding the rains!
Dragon King… Dragon King?!
Boom—!!!
The grandmaster’s head exploded in an instant!
Meanwhile, the red flame jiao dragon continued to surge forward like a blazing arc across the sky!
It smashed into the carriage with a deafening impact.
Then—!!!
A horrific, earth-shattering crash echoed!
A deafening sound, like an ancient bell in a thousand-year-old temple, reverberated as if time itself had frozen!
Soon, the entire earth trembled as bricks and stones shattered and exploded!
Boom, boom, boom!
It was as if colossal bolts of thunder had descended from the heavens, with shockwaves rippling out in perfect concentric circles!
Melted snowwater soared into massive ripples!
The ground cracked and collapsed as mud and stones were hurled about!
A massive, bowl-shaped wave of destructive heat enveloped the area.
Li Che, flying through the air and manipulating his magnetic field with the Thunder Duke Mask, furrowed his brows.
He saw a vortex emerging.
Then, an elderly man in a simple long gown floated amidst the wreckage of the carriage.
His hands formed a square seal, absorbing all the explosive power of the extreme collapse Fire God Dragon Tooth into a swirling mass of Black and White Collapse!
It was as if he had transferred it to another dimension!
Su He Lian’s hair and beard fluttered wildly as his robes whipped in the turbulent gusts.
The carriage master was dead, the carriage in ruins…
Yet he himself floated unscathed.
Su He Lian was suddenly surrounded by an overwhelming surge of divine essence as a divine essence golden pill, as big as a fist, levitated behind him.
Radiant divine brilliance emanated from the golden pill,
Its awe-inspiring aura nearly crushing all beneath it, freezing the dust and water on the ground as if in stone!
Su He Lian slowly released his sealing hand, the golden pill rotating as it dropped.
His hair fanned wildly, his eyes burning with murderous intent as he glared at Li Che, who wore the Thunder Dragon Mask.
“Sir… are you from the Underworld?”
Su He Lian’s deep voice resonated.
For that terrifying sniper shot must have come from the Underworld’s Ma Mian.
In Daocheng, the Underworld was already notorious—after all, its fierce figures had slain Su Huai Li before the eyes of the Western Camp Divine Guard Army’s general You Liqing.
How could such a feat go unnoticed?
But Su He Lian never expected…
That his attacker would be from the Underworld.
“The Underworld has the Ogre, Ma Mian, the Divine Monkey, and the Black and White Wuchang. Sir… a new face from the Underworld?”
Su He Lian narrowed his eyes.
At this moment, he remained calm.
Because…
He hadn’t sensed any oppressive divine rank from that Thunder Dragon—indicating its cultivation was inferior to his.
That eased his worries.
Besides, he had already activated his divine technique.
The most dangerous moment had passed—what could the Underworld possibly do to kill him?
Ma Mian’s sniper attack had been dodged…
What else could the Underworld muster against him?
He raised his hand, aligning his two fingers and holding them upright as his long gown billowed…
In the next moment, a gigantic golden radiance enveloped Su He Lian!
A Divine Golden Body!
Resilient and unyielding, a Divine Golden Body controlled through Breath Retention Transformation rivaled even the mightiest of innate grandmasters in both body and defense!
“I haven’t sensed your golden pill’s divine essence… you might not even be a true Divine Practitioner…”
“And yet, with such divine cultivation, you dare to challenge me?”
“Absolutely absurd!”
Su He Lian spoke coolly.
He suddenly raised his hand and slammed his fist down, unleashing a staggering wave of divine power that coalesced in the heavens—a hand meant to shatter the very firmament!
It thundered toward Li Che, who wore the Thunder Dragon Mask!
Whoosh—!!!
Yet, the massive blow fell,
Only to meet empty air as Li Che’s figure vanished into the heavens.
The blow struck nothing, pulverizing countless raindrops in the sky!
Hmm?!
Su He Lian’s eyes narrowed.
How could his divine rank not suppress this man?!
Divine cultivators face staggering rank differences that are nearly insurmountable.
A Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner is almost always completely dominated by a Golden Body Divine Practitioner—unless the latter’s cultivation is truly of the Three Pure Ones level!
But now, that absolute dominance…
Had failed!
Under the shroud of his ten-zhang Golden Body, Su He Lian furrowed his brow and flipped his hand—the enormous divine hand once again slamming toward the Thunder Dragon.
But the Thunder Dragon swiftly darted through the void.
It moved freely without a trace of divine fluctuation.
Su He Lian’s eyes twitched in frustration…
What kind of divine secret technique is this?!
No!
Under his own imposing divine rank as a Divine Practitioner, how could this man still execute a divine secret technique?!
Unless…
He wasn’t using a divine secret technique at all!
Li Che, with his Thunder Dragon Mask, glided smoothly through the void.
Though the aura of the Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner was palpable, Li Che manipulated his magnetic force to completely disregard that rank pressure.
Coupled with his Three Pure Ones Divine Vision, it was as if the pressure simply didn’t exist.
Under any other Golden Body cultivator—even an innate grandmaster—the oppressive rank would severely hamper their actions, leaving them vulnerable to the full force of a Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner’s divine attack!
They would end up taking the full brunt of the assault until they were utterly obliterated!
Yet Li Che…
Felt no such hindrance at all!
His magnetic force effortlessly warped the surrounding field, dispersing the oppressive divine rank entirely.
Li Che’s movements were unimpeded and graceful!
“In that case…”
“It’s time for you to go.”
What Li Che feared most was the oppressive aura of a Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner—and divine cultivators were difficult foes precisely because their rank pressure was so overwhelming…
Unless one was a pure martial fighter completely untouched by divine essence, who could then bypass that oppression…
Only then could they shatter countless methods with one forceful blow.
But pure martial cultivation was far too rare; without divine essence, even the best pure martial experts struggled to reach grandmaster levels.
In this era, the reason there were so many grandmasters and even Martial Saints was the revolution brought about by divine essence!
Li Che wasn’t merely a martial fighter—he cultivated divine essence and wells of it in abundance.
He mastered all forms of the Seven Emotions of Divinity!
Thus, he could not avoid the immense oppression of divine rank!
Yet now, with the Thunder Magnetic Conduit—a unique physique that altered his magnetic field and dispelled divine forces…
He had found a means to shield himself from divine rank pressure!
Su He Lian’s eyes narrowed as he clapped his hands together fiercely!
A torrent of divine essence burst forth from within him, saturating the area with divine particles!
Two enormous hands, formed entirely of divine power, slammed down with devastating force from dozens of zhang away!
But Li Che, moving like a free fish in midair, nimbly dodged the onslaught without the slightest difficulty!
Frustration flared in Su He Lian!
It was like trying to catch a fish in a pond with one’s bare hands—so close, yet it kept slipping away.
His patience burned away as his divine essence boiled over!
Suddenly—
The mud pellet at Su He Lian’s brow trembled violently.
The divine essence golden pill behind him suddenly pulsed!
A severe crisis gripped him!
There, the Underworld’s Thunder Dragon had, without warning, appeared beside his massive golden form!
With his five fingers spread wide!
Countless streams of white energy tore through him, the shockwave surging like a tempest!
Thirty streams of pure Divine Guts converged into his palm!
A roar erupted as his nine great sinews tensed and then relaxed, like a bowstring releasing the might of a full moon!
A flash of blood exploded in his palm!
His blood and divine guts intermingled!
Thick, magma-like blood was haphazardly pushed, like the eruption from a volcano!
Divine Seed Martial Arts!
Blood Croc Cleave!
An ultimate palm strike!
Su He Lian’s eyes narrowed as he felt the overwhelming power like a mountain collapsing onto his Divine Golden Body!
“One.”
A cold, indifferent voice—like the roar of wind and thunder!
It was as if the great bell in a mountain-top ancient temple, which had witnessed countless tempests, was struck with fierce intent!
Then—!!!
Like the crack of thunder behind clouds, it exploded!
Shattering the heavens!
The entire Long Street trembled, the once deep-set snow having long evaporated as cracks spread like blossoming lotuses!
In an instant, the fissures expanded—five, ten, fifty, a hundred zhang wide!
Buildings flanking the vast street were splintered in seconds; walls cracked, and black tiles fell in disarray!
Countless clouds of dust erupted, rising many zhang high!
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Temple Guardian Division.
High in the pavilions, Governor Yu Wen Wenlong, with a furrowed brow, handled official matters by candlelight.
In the past six months, five bizarre temples had mysteriously vanished…
Along with the one in Jingguang City and the one at the Yun Family’s Bending Dreams Gui Ling Rabbit Temple—seven in total.
“Seven bizarre temples… seven different divine essences!”
“Seven Emotions of Divinity!”
“It seems this is no coincidence but a deliberate act—an attempt to cultivate the Seven Emotions of Divinity?”
“By some organization or individual? It couldn’t be one person—anyone attempting to master all seven would surely be insane.”
“Under heaven, not even a Divine Tribulation cultivator could simultaneously master seven divine essences… it’s suicidal.”
“The more divine essence, the harsher the calamities… it’s a death wish.”
Yu Wen Wenlong shook his head, deeply troubled.
Who on earth was behind this?!
“Lie Shen Pavilion… or the Corpse God Sect?”
“And why target the Su Family specifically?”
Yu Wen Wenlong suddenly paused.
He turned to look at the candle beside him.
The flame flickered slightly, swaying imperceptibly despite the still air…
“Hmm?!”
In a blink, Yu Wen Wenlong vanished and reappeared atop the spire of an octagonal, double-eaved building.
His eyes burned fiercely as a formidable Breath Retention Transformation spiritual sweep emanated from him!
In the next moment, his foot touched down again.
He sprang into the sky, looking down upon the battlefield.
There, a crater had formed—a battlefield riddled with fractures like blossoming lotuses.
Yu Wen Wenlong’s gaze turned deep and somber.
“My spiritual perception… has been blocked?!”
“I can’t sense the spiritual power of a Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner…”
“What kind of method is this?!”
“What a formidable Underworld…”
“Just what sort of force is behind this?!”
Yu Wen Wenlong had no intention of interfering.
For as a Martial Saint, his keen sight had witnessed it all.
Those taking the brunt were Su Family members.
And Yu Wen Wenlong harbored no fondness for the Su Family.
“Huh? Dragon Head Mask… besides the Ogre, Ma Mian, Divine Monkey, and Black and White Wuchang, is there a new face from the Underworld?”
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Then—!!!
A terrifying palm struck the radiant Divine Golden Body!
Invisible shockwaves layered over each other!
They forced the robes on the Thunder Dragon to cling tightly to his body, and his raven hair hung downward!
Inside the Divine Golden Body, Su He Lian’s expression turned ashen!
What a fearsome blow!
Divine Guts?
Could this be the Master of Divine Guts?!
The entire technique of Divine Seed Martial Arts, perfected in its ultimate form!
Truly terrifying!
But…
Su He Lian’s eyes flared as a cold smile curled his lips.
For even such an overwhelming blow, exerting every iota of divine might to shatter his Golden Body, failed to break it.
Now was his chance to counterattack!
“Is this the end of your tricks?”
“Pathetic!”
Boom, boom, boom!
The divine palm, loaded with overwhelming power, struck Su He Lian’s Divine Golden Body, shaking it violently as it coalesced into a crushing fist of divine might and slammed into Li Che!
Li Che then sprang forward with a heavy step as his magnetic force propelled him once more…
Completely disregarding Su He Lian’s divine attack from a Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner.
The divine assault was too monstrous; Li Che would have been injured if he clashed head-on!
Yet Li Che, immune to rank pressure, evaded with ease!
Like invisible strings of the cosmos connected his head and feet, he moved freely, unbound!
He reappeared behind the Divine Golden Body.
A torrent of blood and life-force surged like a blazing river!
A final Divine Guts shockwave erupted as he struck once more, like a ferocious, bloodthirsty crocodile snapping its jaws!
“Two.”
Thud—!!!
An explosive force erupted again—shockwaves surged and curtains of debris burst upward.
The Thunder Dragon vanished once more, only to reappear and strike the Golden Body again!
“Three!”
With each strike, the Thunder Dragon growled in a low, deadly tone:
“Stop with the theatrics!”
“You deceitful wretch!”
“Scum!”
“If you’re so tough, face me head-on!”
Furious, Su He Lian could no longer contain his rage.
His divine essence surged wildly—had he not broken into Breath Retention Transformation, his vastly enhanced divine power might have shattered his Golden Body already!
This man’s strength was simply too formidable!
“Underworld—!!!”
“I have no grudge with you! Why attack me?!”
Su He Lian’s hair fanned out as he flung his hands wide, unleashing a tidal wave of divine essence aimed at repelling the Thunder Dragon!
Yet Li Che, like a ship cutting through surging waves, his eyes flashing with thunder, paid him no heed.
His form, like a bolt of lightning spanning a vast river, descended against the Divine Golden Body…
His arm whipped fiercely, striking down!
Smack—!!!
“Four!”
After the fourth strike, Li Che did not retreat!
Instead, he unleashed even more terrifying power, stomping forward with a heavy step!
Beneath the Thunder Dragon Mask, his eyes erupted with tangible bolts of lightning!
“Ink Completed Four Points!”
“Life and Death Ink Kill!”
In a low, ominous tone, it was as if a deity in the netherworld was erasing an insignificant name from the scroll of fate.
“Erased.”
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