1673: C1673 A Single Sword Strike to Suppress Heaven's Pride(part I)

C1673 A Single Sword Strike to Suppress Heaven's Pride(part I)

What should have happened had to happen, but what should have been done did not have to be done!

Chu Yang initially did not reply but he was still happy. He was not happy because he was happy, he was just happy because he wanted to be happy.

The Son of Ten Thousand Beasts was very unhappy, and because of the Mandate of Heaven's children, he was very unhappy. He quickly realized that the only reason he was unhappy was because he wanted to be unhappy!

"It's my business, not yours, so you're happy?"

The Son of Ten Thousand Beasts hated Chu Yang's smiling face.

"When I get willful and don't even fear myself, do you believe me?"

Chu Yang smiled. He couldn't do anything about it. He didn't have any advantages or disadvantages. He didn't have any rationality. He didn't have any stupidity. As long as he was happy. In the God Realm, it was like he had entered a game world.

The Son of Ten Thousand Beasts became mute. What a strong reason, he was actually at a loss for words.

The Mandate of Heaven's children disliked Chu Yang's smile even more than the beast race's sons. Their eyes couldn't help but turn cold as their killing intent surged.

Especially the Scion of Light.

"Willful?!" He sneered again and again, "Wait, I want to see what kind of willful method you have!"

What made Bright Vengeance explode was that Chu Yang didn't even bother to utter a word. He didn't even say "you defeated him, how dare you make a ruckus" — he was completely ignored!

Rumble rumble rumble!

The air, the earth, and the others around the Scion of Light were all affected. The violet-haired man by his side was also affected, and so was the violet-haired man.

"My life is truly miserable!" The Son of Ten Thousand Beasts muttered incessantly. He also wanted to be willful, but he couldn't get his hands on it. Thus, he shouted at the Scion of Light and the others, "Scram, scram to the side! Let me cry first! "

"Ignorant fools, everyone, let's do it!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a beam of sword light slashed down in his direction.

This ray of sword light was like the light from the heavens, very, very slow. It crawled over like a snail, but the Mandate of Heaven's child could not speak. His expression changed greatly.

"Destiny …"

As he struggled to utter these two words, something seemed to have been triggered, and something seemed to have blocked the slow sword light.

One thread, one thin thread. It was thinner than hair, thinner than silk, but it was incomparably tenacious.

A line of defense seemed to cut across the sky, creating a line of defense. No one could cross it. Anyone who crossed it would be destroyed. They would die with regret in their eyes.

The thread of destiny, the thread of destiny!

When everyone saw this line, they were completely shocked.

Everyone had their own destiny, and what held their destiny in their hands was the line of fate. The Mandate of Heaven's child carried the Mandate of Heaven, so he could touch upon the Line of Destiny.

There were very few people who could break free from fate, or perhaps no one could break free from it. But how could the slow snail like sword light cut through such a line of fate?

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

When the sword light and the Thread of Destiny met, it was like two divine weapons clashing. A sharp metallic sound exploded, and sparks flew everywhere, even forming a flame tongue.

"Clang clang clang!"

It was like he was cutting.

That beam of sword light was like a sawtooth cutting through the line of destiny!2

Although the Destiny Line was incomparably thin, everyone could clearly feel that it was being sawed. It was like a piece of wood, on the verge of being sawed apart.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Boom boom boom!

The thundering sound was like a thunderstorm, and the surrounding space completely erupted. After a buzzing sound, the Heaven's Mandate line was completely cut in half, and even the sky seemed to have been cut in half.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat as if the sky had already died.

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