Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2276 - 2274 Duel Between Two Types of Power of
Chapter 2276: Chapter 2274: Duel Between Two Types of Power of Heavenly Dao
Chapter 2276 -2274: Duel Between Two Types of Power of Heavenly Dao
“There’s another rumor, though it might not be very credible. It’s said that Punishing Evil might be destined for the Chosen One, potentially a backup Guardian for this galaxy. If the Guardian were to fall, he would become the next Guardian. But this seems highly unlikely; after all, a Guardian might only appear once in a trillion people. Such a possibility seems almost impossible.”
Elder Baker brought up another rumor.
*Ethan Smith’s chest tightened, his heart aching. The Guardian’s fall—it was referring to his father, wasn’t it?!*
Meanwhile, in this fragmented space, the masked woman stood with her eyes closed, allowing Punishing Evil to slowly approach within ten feet of her.
At that moment, the space around them completely shattered.
One was the Punishing Evil’s “Between Heaven and Earth,” the other, the masked woman’s “Nine Worlds’ Way.”
The clash of the two laws turned them into the center of a black hole space, a phenomenon so extreme that even Ethan’s Desolate God’s Eye couldn’t penetrate it.
“Become the sword itself! Heavenly Sword!”
Punishing Evil’s indifferent voice reverberated across the heavens, as if a giant ancient bell had tolled. Each word carried an overwhelming weight.
A colossal surge of the Power of Heavenly Dao surged into the sword. One force, two forces, three forces, four…
Four immense, near-complete Heavenly Dao forces coursed into the Heavenly Sword. Four laws merged into his body. At this moment, the land itself could no longer support the weight of this Heavenly Sword,
“This is horrifying! Countless cultivators spend their entire lives without comprehending even one complete law. Yet this person has grasped four great Heavenly Dao rules! No wonder he dared to claim he could kill the Girl of Nine Generations!”
Chang Ye murmured to himself silently.
“The Chosen One.”
Situ Haoyue, after a long moment of silence, finally spoke.
“To comprehend four consummate laws in a single lifetime—this kind of prodigy is unseen in ten thousand years!”
Elder Baker could not help but sigh in awe.
Meanwhile, the masked woman’s face remained expressionless as she gently thrust her palm forward.
Similarly, a massive Chain of Heavenly Dao Laws surged into her body. However, unlike Punishing Evil, her chains emanated an ancient and weathered aura, leaving one unable to discern how long ago these laws had been mastered.
One chain, two chains, three,
four, five…
Beneath eight enormous beams of light, the horrific surges of energy only gradually subsided.
The terrifying power of eight ancient laws suddenly fused together, and for a brief instant, it was as if an ancient beast had awakened.
The cyan-black light of these laws intertwined with the blazing white light of the Heavenly Sword, causing the entire void to quiver violently. The seemingly indestructible Mystic Realm began to develop fine cracks.
The terrifying shockwave caused even this space, which had endured countless lifetimes, to start collapsing under pressure.
“Quick, we need to stabilize this realm together! If the space collapses into oblivion, none of us will survive!”
Mei Li frowned and spoke sharply—it was the first time she had spoken.
No one present was a fool. Together, everyone worked to stabilize the realm.
At the moment, their combined strength formed a protective barrier. Yet even on the very fringes of the battlefield, they felt as if they were lone boats adrift in a vast storm, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
*It was unimaginable—just what kind of clash was occurring in the eye of the storm between these two warriors?*
The Chains of Laws and the Heavenly Sword shattered simultaneously into countless fragments.
Both figures were blasted backward, slamming harshly against the walls.
The terrifying impact caused the entire space to quake furiously.
The masked woman silently rose to her feet. Her mask fell to the ground. She slowly bent down to pick it up and placed it back over her face.
“So it *is* Clare Richardson!”
*Ethan Smith’s heart raced uncontrollably. The familiar face beneath the mask belonged to Clare Richardson, but her gaze didn’t linger on him for even a second. Had she completely awakened the memories of her past eight lives?*
Punishing Evil also stood up silently. His face was ashen, yet his aura was as endless as a tidal wave, showing not the slightest sign of weakening but instead growing even more overwhelming.
“Combining eight ancient ways is indeed terrifying. But under the current Heavenly Dao, ancient rules are inevitably suppressed. So, tell me—what tricks remain in your arsenal? Below the tribulation, I am invincible. Perhaps you can call upon the Tribulation Crossing Power and try to end me before the advent of the Heavenly Dao.”
Punishing Evil spoke with an indifference that chilled the air.
With a light flick of his two fingers, the Punishing Evil Treasure Sword returned to his hand.
As if casting a fishing line by a tranquil lakeside, his casual throw sent the Punishing Evil Treasure Sword hurtling through the void.
The masked woman stood with her hands on her hips. Suddenly, her delicate jade hands slammed powerfully onto the coffin before her.
The entire space trembled violently. Through the Desolate God’s Eye, Ethan saw an ocean of laws surging toward the coffin, like tidal waves. Each law represented the sacrifice of a cultivator’s life. In this singular opening of the Ghost Mansion, half of the cultivators across the galaxy had perished—a massacre drenched in blood.
*Even if this was the will of the Heavenly Dao, Ethan found it unbearably cruel. Human lives reduced to mere grass and straw.*
Now, the Punishing Evil Treasure Sword had closed in on the masked woman. Her mask suddenly shattered.
But she revealed a strange, mocking smile, almost simultaneously.
Chang Ye froze in place, his expression suddenly shifting. His palm opened as a vast, sky-encompassing green net descended from above, the runes upon it dancing like dragons over the appendix. Every single stroke of those runes bore earth-shaking power.
The attack was aimed at Punishing Evil. The sudden change left everyone utterly stunned.
Uncle Duncan reacted first, unleashing a torrent of soul whirlpools.
But in that very instant, Situ Haoyue also made his move. A force near the consummate level of the Power of Heavenly Dao came crashing down upon Punishing Evil.
Then Gu Ming joined in, releasing a skeletal magical artifact from his body.
The artifact exploded violently as it neared Punishing Evil.
It was a skeletal Spatial Treasure infused with decades of corpse qi gathered from ancient cultivators by Gu Ming. Its detonation carried the strength of an attack nearing the Peak form of True Saint Realm.
At that moment, Mei Li also struck suddenly. A sea of blood shielded against the explosion’s deadly impact.
*In mere moments, everyone had moved on sheer instinct. No one could fathom why everyone had acted so abruptly.*
“Have you all lost your minds?!”
Uncle Duncan bellowed in outrage.
“They seem to be under some sort of control!”
Mei Li’s stunningly beautiful face revealed a solemn expression. She had been rooting for Punishing Evil to prevail because the masked woman belonged to an entirely different era—a ruthless figure utterly indifferent to human life.
If Punishing Evil fell, none of them would leave this place alive.
“Hmph.”
Punishing Evil let out a cold snort, seemingly unfazed by the attacks converging upon him.
The Punishing Evil Sword unleashed a resplendent sword light, its speed increasing exponentially as it pierced into her Sea of Knowledge.
“Hee hee hee hee!”
The masked woman burst into laughter. The sound was crisp and joyful, like a young girl delighting in the fluttering chase of butterflies in a sunny field.
Black mist swirled violently in her palm. Ethan’s entire body trembled as he felt an overwhelming suppression. In an instant, his divine sense was torn away, plunging into the abyss of the Sea of Divine Soul.
