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Chapter 1119 - 1123: The Fall of a Quasi-Saint
"How is this possible?"
"You’ve broken through to the Pre-saint Realm too?"
Above the Starfield, Literature Destiny stood with hands behind his back, gazing down at Cao Cao, after a moment’s careful scrutiny, he shouted in disbelief.
The Qin Dynasty has a Quasi-Saint too?
Does this mean that his plan has failed before even being implemented?
Soon after, an endless killing intent flashed in his eyes; only by killing Cao Cao could he conquer the Literary Realm, wage war on the Qin Dynasty, and fulfill his ambitions.
"Kill!"
Literature Destiny roared, countless strands of white Literary Qi emerged, blanketing the starry sky and forming an endless Literary Sea, majestically suppressing towards Cao Cao.
The starry sky twisted.
The ten directions of the Starfield became void.
In response, Cao Cao sneered disdainfully, drawing his battle sword and slashing forward.
A Sword Qi of billions of miles sliced through the sky.
Carrying the immense aura of a king, supreme dignity, making heaven and earth submit, making all paths prostrate, making the worlds lose their luster.
Bang!
With a thunderous sound, the boundless Literary Sea was directly split in two.
Literature Destiny staggered, waved his right hand, and the Dao principle of Hongmeng Literature emerged, condensing into a literary brush with which he wrote the character ’Sword’ on paper.
The ’Sword’ character appeared!
Throughout the stellar galaxy, countless Sword Qi appeared, converging to form a river of swords, sharp and exposed, tearing everything apart.
"Mountain!"
Literature Destiny whispered, continuing to wield the literary brush and wrote the character ’Mountain’.
Beneath the starry skies, boundless Literary Qi flowed freely, forming a colossal God Mountain, tens of light-years long, several light-years high, magnificent to the extreme.
As this mountain fell, akin to the sky collapsing, it moved to suppress Cao Cao.
Wherever it passed by, the starry sky shattered inch by inch.
After launching two attacks, Literature Destiny showed no sign of stopping, writing one large character after another.
"Blade!"
Once this character was out, countless Blade Qi hovered within the cosmic vault, falling like torrential rain.
"Wind!"
Once this character was out, twelve stellar hurricanes appeared in all directions, connecting heaven and earth, with frightening tearing force, turning the worlds they passed into voidness.
"Thunder!"
Once this character was out, countless clouds of darkness gathered, rumbling thunder, dazzling lightning, descending destruction thunders, ripping the starry sky, obliterating all.
At that moment, the surrounding region, millions of light-years in the galaxy, transformed into a land of death, destruction everywhere, even an immortal sovereign entering would perish instantly.
"Flowery but impractical!"
Cao Cao’s expression unchanged, he raised his battle sword high, slashing down forcefully.
Bang!
The pitch-black stellar universe abruptly turned blood-red.
A blood-red Sword Qi cut across the sky, embodying the essence of a formidable hero, sharpness to the utmost, dignity to the utmost, terror to the utmost.
In a brief moment, in the Sword Qi, one could perceive a figure of a world-changing hero, surviving life and death, growing from weakness to strength, annihilating countless formidable enemies.
Sword Qi descended!
What God Mountain, what thunderstorm, what whirlwind, everything turned into voidness.
"Oh no!"
Literature Destiny’s face shifted slightly, swiftly wielding his literary brush to unleash terrifying attacks towards the blood-red Sword Qi.
Yet without exception, these attacks turned to dust upon contact with the blood-red Sword Qi.
Bam!
The next moment, Literature Destiny was struck by the blood-red Sword Qi, forced to fly backward, blood spilling across three thousand miles of starry sky.
Cao Cao stepped forth, advancing towards Literature Destiny!
"Damn it!"
"Why is his power so strong?"
Literature Destiny struggled to stand, face ashen, with a deep visible wound in his chest, his heart could be seen beating.
As he looked at the relentless approach of Cao Cao, a trace of fear emerged.
Yet more intense was the frenzy!
He was a successor of the Literary Dao; how could he be defeated?
"Hongmeng Purple Qi, come forth!"
Literature Destiny gritted his teeth, with a thought, a purple Qi flew from his brows, suspended above his head, shedding endless Dao light, making his aura incomparably mysterious.
At that moment, he resembled the creator of the literary vein!
Cao Cao halted, his face full of suspicion.
What was this?
Enlarging?
"Heavenly Literary Vein, come forth!"
Literature Destiny raised both hands high, shouted angrily.
Meanwhile, within the Nine Provinces, resting in the sea of Fortune, the eyes of the heavenly literary vein flashed a hint of confusion, blinked its eyes, continued to lie in Fortune and rest.
Just now, it sensed a strong summon.
If it were before, it would definitely have gone.
But now, it was enjoying its stay in Qin Dynasty, why go back to be bound?
Of course, the main reason was the Qin Dynasty’s literary dao was flourishing immensely, benefiting it greatly whether Confucian Dao or Horizontal Dao.
In the cosmic battlefield, a profound silence reigned.
Literature Destiny waited for a while, discovering no sign of the heavenly literary vein descending, revealing a trace of confusion?
What was going on?
He was the successor of the Literary Dao.
In other words, he was the master of the heavenly literary vein, and his identity was endorsed by the will of the heavens.
Why hadn’t the heavenly literary vein appeared?
Could the posture be wrong?
"Heavenly Literary Vein, come forth!"
Literature Destiny pinched his fingers again and shouted angrily.
The heavenly literary vein lying in the sea of Fortune turned over, covered its ears with claws, and continued to sleep soundly.
Another bout of silence descended.
Literature Destiny swallowed, filled with unease, could it be possible he was abandoned by the heavenly literary vein?
"It’s over!"
Cao Cao waited for a while, feeling bored, celestial energy surged within, slashing once more.
Clang!
Blood-red Sword Qi divided the heavens.
Unleashing unparalleled sharpness, enough to annihilate the heavens and ten earths, carrying the intent of certain death, locked onto Literature Destiny.
"No!"
Seeing this, Literature Destiny’s pupils contracted, his body hair stood up, his blood stopped flowing, and he couldn’t help but scream.
Death!
He sensed an endless demise!
At this moment, he was no longer a lofty quasi-saint, more like a prisoner awaiting execution, and the executioner was naturally Cao Cao.
Bang!
The next moment, the starry sky exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Literature Destiny’s form was directly split in half.
Body, soul, will, saint position...
All existing elements were completely erased from existence, vanishing entirely from this world, never to be reborn.
Bang!
The realms trembled.
Whether it was the great world, the middle world, or the small world, all the skies turned blood-red, blood clouds rolled, descending a shower of blood rain, sprinkling the earth.
This blood rain contained a faint saintly power, creating numerous fortunes.
Born from the heavens, return to the heavens.
The blood rain breeds sorrow!
For unknown reasons, all creatures felt a inexplicable sadness, their chests heavy, as if pressed by a boulder.
"Heaven and earth mourn!"
"This is... a Quasi-Saint has fallen!"
An elderly man, knowledgeable and scholarly, caught a drop of blood rain, gasped in shock, and said tremblingly.
The martial artists who heard this were all moved.
They looked up at the blood-red sky, a thought flashed through their minds, that Quasi-Saints also can fall?