louisehourcade Chapter 217 My name is... Jiang Yuan
Chapter 217 My name is... Jiang Yuan
The torrential rain stopped because of the boy's spirit.
Saito Hiju looked at the boy in front of him, his pupils trembling uncontrollably.
The silver-haired boy spoke to himself.
"Do you know?"
"I haven't met such a pure person in a long time, even though he's a pervert... but I still like him quite a bit, not in the way you like someone."
"And yet you killed her."
"Killing you would be too easy."
"I'll let you suffer in hell for ten thousand years."
I heard him muttering to himself.
Zhaidang Bishou felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He could sense that what the boy said was true.
That would be an infinite hell, far more desperate than death!
"Die..."
Jiang Yuan spoke calmly, pressing his left hand, gloved in scarlet, towards Saito Bisu's head.
Saito Bisu fought back desperately, and countless ice spikes burst from his body, but they melted before they could even get close to Jiang Yuan.
The Dark Throne
The realm of darkness descended, enveloping Saito Hisu.
The power of ice element has been banned.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Countless dark giant swords flew out, pinning his limbs firmly to the ground.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The Netherworld Chains, carrying the chilling aura of the soul, pierced into his body and soul, almost freezing his mental realm.
In Saito Hisu's utterly desperate gaze.
Jiang Yuan pressed his left hand, which was covered by a blood sacrifice glove, against his head.
"Refine it."
Standing before Jiang Yuan, who has now ascended to the seventh level.
A quasi-king with dual awakened abilities in both ice and space was utterly powerless to resist!
The blood sacrifice gloves emitted a dazzling crimson light, and Saito Bisu's body began to melt.
Just now.
The [Angel's Original Text] in Saito Bisu's hand emitted a dense black light, and the Angel of Death crossed the barrier of the Heavenly Umbrella and appeared in front of the two.
Jiang Yuan glanced at him indifferently.
"I don't have time to waste on you right now."
The relic, the Sighing Spear, appeared in Jiang Yuan's right hand.
"Sacrifice a hundred years of lifespan."
As Jiang Yuan spoke, the brass-colored revolver instantly emitted an incredibly dazzling light.
"die……"
Having absorbed even more death energy, the Death Angel, now even more powerful, instantly appeared before Jiang Yuan, thrusting its spear down.
"Disappear."
Jiang Yuan calmly pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A silver-white magic bullet was fired, instantly piercing through the body of the Angel of Death.
Where the hole was pierced, a void appeared, and the body of the Death Angel was twisted and sucked into it.
They were forcibly teleported to a sea area thousands of miles away!
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"
Accompanied by a piercing, desperate scream.
Saito Bisu's body completely melted, turning into pure blood light that was absorbed by the Blood Sacrifice Gloves.
The soul is imprisoned within the glove, forever condemned to damnation.
"Smack."
[Angel Original] fell to the ground.
Jiang Yuan raised his hand and used his mental power to control it, taking it into his palm.
With the traces left by Shingu Hitomi erased, the Death Angel, like a leech clinging to a bone, also vanished.
Obtain this extremely rare Sequence 14 relic and resolve the troublesome Angel of Death.
Jiang Yuan's face still showed no joy.
He stood before Yumi Miyata's body, his eyes lowered, neither sad nor happy.
The aura that was enough to suppress a potential king vanished from him.
It was as if, at this moment, he had transformed from a high and mighty demon king and tyrant back into an ordinary young man.
"Splash!"
The torrential rain, which had stopped, fell with even greater force, pounding the earth and drowning out all the sorrow and cries in the city.
The black and red flames, ignoring the torrential rain, engulfed the girl's corpse.
"My name is... Jiang Yuan."
The boy's voice was also drowned out by the sound of the torrential rain.
No one knows.
No one responded.
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the other side.
The riverbank was swollen due to the torrential rain.
The stone bridge connecting the two banks has long since crumbled.
Musashi Hina lay on the ground, letting the torrential rain wash over her, her wet hair hanging down her cheeks.
"It's raining so hard..."
She stared blankly at the dark sky where lightning flashed and dark clouds gathered into swirling eddies.
A holy sword pierced her heart, pinning her to the ground, where blood flowed freely.
"So, even when someone is nearing death, they can still feel a longing for this detestable rain..."
After saying those words, Musashi Hina died completely.
Ryuuji Jingu stood with his head down in the pouring rain, his hair dripping wet, his expression obscured, yet he exuded a sense of loneliness and desolation.
After a while.
He pulled out the Star Sword that had killed Musashi Hina and turned to leave.
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Kitahara family.
The deep basement was now shrouded in ten layers of barriers.
"A murky, evil emblem; something unruly and defiant."
"Tides surge, denial, bloodlust, and the eternally slumbering evil spirits."
"The King of Hell in the Underworld, a fiendish puppet that constantly mutilates itself."
"The supreme hands, unable to reach the darkness, have gathered together..."
Accompanied by the hunched old man chanting incantations.
An altar slowly emerged, and amidst the surging crimson lightning, a ghostly, sheathed ancient sword slowly materialized from it.
A terrifying phantom head of a demon appeared behind the blade.
The hunched old man said worriedly, "Young Master Si, you must make up your mind, otherwise this demonic sword will devour your mind in an instant..."
"I'm prepared for this."
Kitaharaji walked towards the altar and grasped the demon sword.
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