Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Calm Yet Deadly…
FREEZE.

The entire world seemed to have halted to a stop as a deep-frozen aura covered the area behind Meng Qi. In the next instant, a gigantic phantom of a female snow deity formed behind her.

Immediately, the deity slowly moved both her hands, wrapping her fingers into each other and placing them in front of Meng Qi like a mother trying to protect her child. Finally, the silvery sea smashed against the hands of ice, causing a massive eruption of energy that drowned the entire area. A storm of air violently pierced into the sky.

Slowly, the dust calmed down, yet Meng Qi’s face changed wildly when she heard Zeras’s whisper resounding from the smoke screen…

“Star Breathing Art: Fourth Form. Recompense of the Stars…”

Stretching his sword towards her through the smoke screen, Zeras took a single step forward. The ground beneath him shuddered as if a colossal titan, and then…

STAB.

STAB.

STAB.

He stabbed the air in front of him a total of three times, and what followed…

PUCCHI.

PUUCCCHI.

PUCCCCHIII.

The sound of a sharp object piercing into the body rang out as Meng Qi stood rooted where she was, silence reigning over the entire arena, before…

BUUURSSST. A massive amount of red blood burst out of her forehead, her neck, and her middle chest area, as Meng Qi collapsed backward, landing in her own puddle of blood…

“MENG QIIIII!!!” A female disciple screamed out as she jumped down from the arena seats and rapidly ran towards her. Seeing the holes in her head that revealed her brain, and the heart in her chest which could be seen pumping out blood, her hands covered her mouth from the abyssal sight, yet her hands moved faster as she took Meng Qi in her arms before turning into a shooting beam of light…

Fair enough, Zeras made no move to stop them as he slowly inserted the sword into his katana sheath.

While it seemed as if he didn’t even exert much strength to defeat Meng Qi, Zeras knew she was very strong. Almost as strong as she was, but she was weak-hearted. He could see the ice power flowing within her veins and knew well how destructive they could be if they were to explode at full force, but his opponent had long been dissociated from battle.

She had a big and powerful inner strength, but in her hands, it could be comparable to giving the sharpest of blades to an infant. Such power was useless, no matter how powerful, and that was why he had always focused on improving his combat prowess as much as he could.

Besides, he had been able to take her off guard by bombarding her with an array of strange techniques, and then he had used the most powerful sword stroke that he possessed, the fourth form of the Sword Breathing technique—a long-range art that requires the use of sword intent to damage the opponent from afar after she had her vision blocked by the dust…

The sequence of planning was enough to destroy the female warrior who had never had a true life-and-death battle ever since she had been born.

Slowly turning to look at Grand Elder Celestine, he could strangely see that even though he had just grievously injured her disciple, she had not even a single change in her expression. Her previous mocking sneer had been wiped from her face, and she simply had a listless expression as she looked at him. Zeras’s emotionless face was broken, as a grin widened on his lips…

A grin so big and devilish that the grand elder’s expression massively changed…

“If you had sobered up because of your disciple’s injury, I would have looked down on you, and you wouldn’t even be on my list of people I bother to look at. But you have not a single change in expression at all, even though I can see your rage wanting to billow out of your chest. Nice, really nice, but it won’t be easy, if not impossible…” Zeras mused under his breath as Grand Elder Celestine’s eyes flashed.

‘He understands that I have finally planned to kill him with just a single gaze. Zeras is not normal, and maybe I have underestimated him.’

“I see the blood of the past disciples on this ground. I can sense their roars of pain, their screams, and their will for revenge…” Zeras suddenly called out as he bent to the ground, and his hands grazed past the blood once more. “The next disciple that fights me now will be paid as a sacrifice to the wants of these disciples. I will show absolutely no mercy and will aim for one thing: to bleed all of their blood and paint it on this battle stage…” Zeras mused, and immediately, a figure slowly rose up from the inner sect seat area.

“Your pride irks my soul!” His voice, calm yet deadly, reverberated through the entire arena as he slowly walked towards Zeras, a step at a time, instead of outright jumping down like the others.

He had long, dark hair, some of it spraying down his face while some was tied up behind him. Under the shade of his hair was a deep crimson point coming from the place where his eyes ought to be…

“You talk so loudly as if you’re some pure hero who has never committed a sin before, and you praise those who overestimate their strength as being warriors!? How stupid and nauseating!” the figure declared as he slowly walked downwards and came to stand opposite Zeras. “I will drain every last drop of your blood instead and use it to remind the so-called warriors that the only true warriors are those who know how to adapt and keep breathing instead of dying pathetically before a thousand eyes…”

“Is that! Is that!!!?” A disciple struggled to say before he suddenly collapsed in his seat and then fainted.

“A…A..Asura Hyakimaru!!!”