Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 890: One Saber

Everyone in the older generation knew that Huo En had used Qiu Yan to cut off the head of a ten-strong general when he entered the Nether Domain Star. This famous saber whose name clearly carried an oriental color had no way of verifying its origin. He only knew that this famous saber looked like a flameless broken blade, but it actually extended out from that snow-white broken blade, and it was another blade that was as thin as a cicada's wing.

The blade was transparent, and one had to use a certain angle to vaguely see the slender blade that looked like autumn water.

Now that Qiu Yan had appeared, the entire hall was filled with saber qi. Although there was only one Qiu Yan, everyone in the hall, especially those with extraordinary combat strength, could feel that the entire hall was filled with tremendous energy. This aura was not twisted into a single strand as strong as usual, but shattered into tiny pieces, as if thousands of sharp blades were whistling in the air. Even those who were as thick-skinned as Ederick couldn't help but shiver.

The fatty couldn't help but feel that An Qing had finally stood on the right side. Qiu Yan's saber qi was so strong that he was still watching from the sidelines. Fatty didn't dare to imagine what would happen to Valhinian, who was the first to bear the brunt. He asked Ruo Ruo to change positions with the assassin. Horn didn't need to draw his knife. His fat body had probably been cut into pieces by this wave of saber Qi, right?

Just as he was thinking this, Horn looked over, intentionally or unintentionally, and Ederick's fat body trembled even more.

Qiu Yan fell to the ground, his saber Qi rising instead of falling.

Cracks appeared on Valhinian's suit.

The assassin shouted for the first time. He raised his hands, and his aura was like a flood and raging waves, pushing it up one layer after another. Just as he was about to release his killing move, the corner of his eye swept across Horn's hand. Qiu Yan tilted upwards and waved her hand.

The hall darkened.

A resplendent streak of light flashed through the space, golden like a ray of sunlight in autumn. Qiuyang was not as warm as Xia Yanglie, but it permeated everything. In an instant, the autumn scenery in the hall sparkled like the afternoon sunshine of an autumn day.

The enormous aura that Valhinian had gathered was blank.

The assassin let out a muffled snort and quickly retreated. He smashed into the window and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Horn didn't chase after Qiu Yan, he just took her back. Only when the famous blade fell did a rumbling sound resound in the hall, and a crack appeared in the building. The building trembled and fell to the ground, exploding into hundreds of kilotons of rubble. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the downstairs were crying heaven and earth, but the upstairs were completely silent.

Qiu Yan's saber strike was extremely powerful. Everyone in the hall could roughly see Huo En's outstanding demeanor when he wielded Qiu Yan to kill enemies on Nether Domain Star from this saber strike.

Vegas has many roads, viaducts and tunnels. Not far from the golden sail was an underground tunnel. Above the tunnel was a main road of the city, which was usually packed with traffic. The tunnel naturally served as a pedestrian service. It was just that whoever entered the Vegas City was a wealthy and noble owner. There were flying cars to and fro, and there were even people riding small airships to and fro in Vegas, so these pedestrian walkways were useless.

In the tunnel, a large amount of purple light suddenly lit up at one end. Old Baker swept through the tunnel in a sorry state, drops of muddy blood dripping down his path. He suddenly heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw a streak of green lightning rushing towards him with a menacing aura. Old Baker barely moved sideways and was brushed past by Qing Lei's shoulder. He immediately ploughed out a blood slot. This Azure Thunder was extremely tyrannical, but after injuring the enemy, countless threads of lightning exploded out. As a result, the wound on Old Baker's shoulder immediately expanded, blood splattered like rain, and he almost fainted from the pain. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath, and as Horn had said, the butcher was old.

Seeing the lightning slow down, Old Baker was aroused. A pair of palms that were as thin as chicken claws lifted up, supporting the purple flames and pushing away the lightning, condensing into a ferocious purple python. Looking at the Fire Python, Lightning raised her hand and waved it down. The flame python was simply split into two. The split flame python was no longer able to maintain its shape. It scattered into purple flames and exploded again, illuminating the entire tunnel with a dense purple light.

Old Baker looked at his hands in disbelief.

"Do you feel that Origin Energy is becoming difficult to sustain?" Lightning looked at him mockingly and said, "I remember that you worked with Main and wanted to use dissociation fluid to assassinate Mr. Horn, right?"

Old Baker's pupils narrowed.

Lightning nodded, "That's right, I bought some from the people at Main Factory." Of course, they're all in your stomach now. I'm just afraid that you'll find out that you don't use much at a time. Over the years, Master Baker has rarely made a move. Even if he bumps into him, I will help you resolve it. "That's why Master, you should have discovered that you don't have much Origin Energy left, right?"

"You … you slut actually did such a thing!" Old Baker's voice trembled as he was reminded by lightning. He remembered a trip half a year ago. He was blocked by a powerful enemy on the road. At that time, his subordinates were almost dead. Old Baker originally intended to personally take action, but Thunder and Lightning fought back those enemies despite their serious injuries. At that time, he thought it was because of Lightning's loyalty, but now he thought it was because this brat didn't want him to discover that his Origin Energy had fallen in advance.

All for today. josei

Old Baker laughed, "You can endure it. Unfortunately, there are no thousand or eight hundred people who died at my hands. I don't even know who your father is. Bitch, you want to kill me? Then come on."

"There's no need for you to say that I would do the same." Lightning took a deep breath, took a step forward, and rushed towards Old Baker with a few green lightning snakes.

Old Baker smashed out two purple flames along the ground towards the thunder and lightning.

Lightning jumped up and dodged a pair of purple snakes that exploded from the ground.

A knife slashed through the air.

Old Baker raised his hand and danced out lumps of purple flames, bombarding the green lightning blade like a series of cannons, causing it to scatter.

Lightning landed, rolled, and bounced. One arrow after another, they rushed towards the old man. Lightning handed the lightning saber in his palm, and there was no sorrow or joy on his face.

Old Beckett shouted angrily, ignoring the saber and clenching his fists on Lightning's chest. The lightning did not fly out as he thought. Instead, it grabbed the old man's thin shoulder with one hand and forcefully smashed into the old man's embrace. The knife stabbed out of Old Baker's back, and the old man's blood gushed like a spring. Lightning also bleeded from seven holes, but she did not relax. She still wrapped her hand around the old man's head and waved it heavily. Thunder and lightning were relieved when they heard his neck cracking.

He staggered to let go of Old Baker. Ten years of blood feud, one day of revenge. However, it was not as carefree as he had imagined. There was only a hint of inexplicable melancholy. Lightning first laughed, then cried, and finally, there was no sound in the tunnel. He silently tugged at Old Baker's collar and dragged the ruthless young man known as the butcher out of the tunnel like a dead dog.

Horn sighed as Old Baker's corpse was thrown under Horn's feet. Looking at the man with a face full of blood and tears, he said, "You're free."

Lightning only nodded, wiped the blood off her face, and bowed solemnly to Horn. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and slowly left.

Is he free?

Who knows.