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Chapter 1963: The Last Dance!

Chapter 1963: Chapter 1963: The Last Dance!

As the words fell, Abyss Temple immediately felt an overwhelming pressure descend upon his shoulders.

For a moment, he was stunned, his expression slightly blank.

By the time he regained his composure, he shockingly found himself drenched in sweat.

This discovery made his body tremble.

Was he actually afraid?!

Once he noticed this emotion, his face twisted into a fierce snarl.

The next moment, the Path of Darkness, as profound as an abyss, surged continuously from within him.

Watching this scene, both the surrounding elders and the abyssal skeletons furrowed their brows.

At the same time, Wang Mang across from him revealed a mocking expression.

What weak darkness.

"He has fallen silent, now everything is under my control!" said Abyss Temple, his gaze deep, his facial expression suddenly serene, yet terrifying.

Behind those seemingly emotionless eyes hid an unnoticeable madness.

As he spoke, the Path of Darkness attacked Wang Mang entirely.

A trace of blood appeared from the Path of Darkness, making the overall scene eerily beautiful.

That wasn’t all; while controlling the power of the Great Dao, a blood sword suddenly appeared in the hands of Abyss Temple.

Despite the distance of several meters, he swung the blood sword towards Wang Mang through the air.

The blood-colored sword beams resembled a blood moon, emitting a crimson light that seemed to infect the netherworld.

Faced with these overwhelming attacks, Wang Mang remained as calm as ever.

His usually serene face now bore a trace of emotion, "How similar."

Black mixed with red, the combination of their powers’ forms was indeed a bizarre, chaotic representative color.

His own Great Devouring Dao was like this, no, now it should be called Devouring Dao Rhyme.

"Too weak."

"Let me show you what true darkness is."

"Watch closely, Temple."

Wang Mang’s voice was incredibly calm, yet it seemed as if a dark tide was surging.

The moment the words fell, the long-dormant power within Wang Mang erupted thunderously.

The pitch-black Devouring Dao Rhyme, like a nuclear explosion, instantly covered ten miles.

It seemed to vent the grievances Wang Mang had held back since his breakthrough, leaving nothing intact wherever the Devouring Dao Rhyme reached.

Waves of blood mist accompanied by faint wails emerged from the Devouring Dao Rhyme.

A creepy and ominous terror permeated, making every creature in the world feel uneasy.

Even the long-dormant World Will was shockingly awakened at this moment!

Rolling thunder erupted abruptly from the clear sky, emitting an apocalyptic aura.

Instantly, Wang Mang felt eight unrestrained gazes staring at him.

They were the patriarchs of several other factions.

Wang Mang’s lips curved slightly upwards, ignoring the scrying eyes, and spoke to himself,

"Disorder, weirdness, omen, chaos, assimilation, devouring—this is the true essence of darkness."

Wang Mang’s gaze casually rested on Abyss Temple, as if sharing his insights, yet also intimidating those who spied on him!

At this moment, Wang Mang seemed to embody darkness itself, bewitching and guiding his devoted followers.

At this point, Abyss Temple no longer had his initial momentum and began to tremble faintly.

From Wang Mang’s Devouring Dao Rhyme, he barely perceived a bit.

Yet, this slight understanding almost obliterated his Tou She Ancient God.

Had he not retracted his perception in time, his Tou She Ancient God might have been completely corrupted by now, swallowed into the darkness to become one of them.

"Have you also failed?" Abyss Temple murmured blankly, staring out.

His gaze towards Wang Mang was filled with awe.

Ever since he comprehended the Path of Darkness, he felt another voice would occasionally emerge in his mind.

Whenever he faced setbacks or his spirit was perturbed, the voice buzzed incessantly in his ears like a fly, impossible to dismiss.

At this moment, he could distinctly feel that the ’thing’ had vanished.

He looked up at Wang Mang then lowered his head again, murmured in a trance-like state:

"In my heart lived another me, always ready to break free and rebel on my behalf whenever he wished, yet I always cowardly comforted him."

"Now he’s dead, leaving behind a barren grave, while I continue to pathetically survive."

His somewhat blurry eyes gradually cleared, and his face lost its luster, leaving only desolation.

Seeing this, Wang Mang immediately frowned.

Could this guy be too sensitive?

He had only intended to toughen him up a bit while tempering his spirit.

It seemed like he might have struck too hard.

The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared beside Abyss Temple.

Wang Mang patted his shoulder and said softly, "Do you remember the first time I saw you, how enigmatic and spirited you were?"

"What, do you now start to doubt whether you are the protagonist of a novel?"

With these words, Abyss Temple’s face, as dry as a well, regained some color.

"Heh, so I once had the potential to compete with you as a favored son of heaven?"

Abyss Temple showed a self-mocking expression, his voice incredibly hoarse.

As he spoke, he began to chuckle bitterly.

The laughter stopped after a while.

Abyss Temple looked seriously at Wang Mang, his eyes full of complexity:

"You are destined to shine in this world, while I am just a wanderrer stuck in place."

"The current me is no longer the Abyss Temple that sought to compete with you, and you are no longer the inexperienced Wang Mang."

"That spirited young man has long died... in the shadow of your departure."

His voice grew fainter and fainter, and the energy within him began to wane.

Until the seals imprinted in his body completely dissipated, his whole being turned to ash and drifted into the distance.

Wang Mang stood there silently for a long time.

After a while, he breathed a sigh:

"Why must you do this?"

At that moment, an immense sword intent suddenly gathered between heaven and earth.

Countless Sword Dao phantoms roared, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Simultaneously, Wang Mang also felt targeted.

He first felt puzzled, then his face showed a surge of emotions.

"The edge of the Sword Dao, cuts through Dao and self."

"Too rigid breaks easily, yet without rigidity, how can one comprehend the true essence of the Sword Dao."

"Is this your final strike... Come!"

Wang Mang’s shout echoed between heaven and earth, sounding as if dragons and phoenixes were singing in unison!

In an instant, all the swords in the Abyssal World began to tremble, eventually breaking free from their owners’ grips, and flew towards the firmament!

Countless swords converged towards that mighty sword intent.

Soon, a heavenly sword emitting unparalleled sharpness descended from the sky.

The strands of aura it emitted invisibly tore the void apart!

At this moment, even a top-notch Level 7 divine sword had to temporarily yield before this Heavenly Sword!

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