Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2451 - 2449: Godslayer Dusk

The space stretched across ten thousand miles where the Evil Eye resided suddenly turned dazzlingly bright.

The millions of living beings around gazed confusedly at the pale sky, not understanding why it was suddenly bright in the Ghost World.

Some of the Ghost Race members had never even seen the likes of daytime, standing there in a daze as if witnessing a divine miracle.

As time raced on, in a few breaths, the sky turned a dusky yellow.

The setting sun was blood-red, representing that twilight had arrived.

The Ghost Sword emitted the light of twilight’s sunlight, covering everything in its glow.

The leaves turned yellow, and the air carried a sense of melancholy.

Then, a destructive force surged from the Human Clan’s Heavenly Path Sea.

This force shot into the Evil Eye, merging with it once more, emitting an even more lethal aura.

Black Desolation Power, a force Ethan Smith was most familiar with, was his means of surviving Purgatory.

However, since returning to the Holy Region, he could never find its position within the Heavenly Path.

Now, this power transformed into a Demon Dragon burning with Black Fire, roaring madly.

As if venting its anger over the years, with no one comprehending its force.

Once the Black Dragon fully merged into the Evil Eye, the sunset deepened a thousandfold.

The third style, this one I call, Godslayer Twilight.

Ethan Smith gazed indifferently at King Smith.

At this moment, he even forgot who the person before him was; he only knew that unleashing this sword was very important to him.

The Sword Energy slashed out, and with it as the center, the Kingdom of Dusk descended.

A mournful song rose, and as this sword was released, the entire space seemed to play a sorrowful tune.

Before the Sword Energy arrived, the light of the sunset had already etched countless deep scars on King Smith’s body.

His Divine Soul was even enveloped in a sorrowful illusion, as if the end of days was imminent.

At this moment, King Smith’s expression finally changed, sensing a mortal threat.

He didn’t understand why Ethan Smith, who was initially like a candle in the wind, could suddenly unleash such a terrifying sword.

In a flash, he made a judgment.

Using the Power of the Original Character of the Yellow Springs, he was utterly incapable of resisting the force of the Ghost Sword.

He raised his hands high, and two massive bolts of thunder crashed down, revealing two magical artifacts in his hands.

The Book of Life and Death!

The Judge’s Pen!

These two magical artifacts themselves carried the aura of the Path of Heaven; in an instant, it seemed like two Plane spaces emerged.

The Book of Life and Death blocked the light of the sunset like a protective shield.

The world between Heaven and Earth was filled with lament, as countless images slowly emerged within that sorrowful kingdom.

There, were the supreme Immortal Emperors of the Human Clan, the emperors of the Ghost Race, the supreme cultivators of the demon race, and countless living beings practicing cultivation.

These figures fell one by one, and eventually, when the twilight disappeared, all had vanished into nothingness.

Only one sword remained, Godslayer Twilight.

It was the ultimate destruction, a calamity for all supreme cultivators.

This move seemed to be a Sword Technique, yet it also felt like a prophecy.

For an instant, it sent a tremor through King Smith’s heart and soul, an emotion of slight fear appearing in his otherwise emotionless Divine Soul.

With a roar, the Judge’s Pen in King Smith’s hand transformed into a colossal sword, fiercely stabbing toward the Twilight Realm.

His body erupted with a terrifying force, even in that instant, squeezing out the strength of every cell, channeling it into the Judge’s Pen.

The Judge’s Pen! The Judge’s pen that dictated life and death, in an instant, radiated terrifying divine glow.

A vast breath of life and death surged out immediately.

A beam of light appeared at the center of the Twilight Realm, piercing through it and striking Ethan Smith’s Divine Soul.

Afterward, it didn’t stop, its breath continued breaking through the Ghost World.

In an extremely distant cosmic Plane, it finally gradually calmed down.

The Judge’s Sword and the Godslayer Twilight almost disappeared simultaneously, the Ghost World returned to a fearsome silence.

King Smith’s body trembled, eventually unable to bear it, kneeling on the ground.

If not for the Judge’s Pen supporting his chest, he might have directly smashed into the ground.

Ethan Smith’s body trembled even more, like a leaf in the autumn wind.

The disparity in strength between him and King Smith was too great, combined with the Judge’s Pen, an artifact containing the power of the Path of Heaven.

This strike had already penetrated his Divine Soul, severely injuring much of his soul’s origin.

He looked towards a person in the distance, not knowing why.

Even though he had forgotten many things at this moment, he just wanted to go over there and take a look at him.

Every step Ethan Smith took was incredibly difficult, these were the steps taken with the last of his soul energy.

Finally, he arrived.

This person’s face appeared before him, yet he couldn’t recall it at all.

Although only a sliver of soul energy remained, he still felt a strange kinship with this person.

"Ken Middleton, brother?"

He felt himself inexplicably call out this unfamiliar name, then everything went dark in front of Ethan Smith.

He tried to grab Ken Middleton’s arm but used all his remaining strength in the final moment.

His palm brushed an inch away from the child’s arm, and then Ethan Smith, losing consciousness, fell to the ground.

In those fleeting moments, countless images flashed rapidly in Ethan Smith’s Sea of Knowledge.

These were the most significant moments of his life, at the moment of his final dissolution, these fragments filled his mind like a replay.

"I’m sorry, Emily, I can’t go back."

Ultimately, the image froze on the face of a young girl.

Ethan Smith’s Divine Soul dissipated into countless light particles, slowly drifting away like fireflies, smaller and smaller.

Ken Middleton reached out his hands, watching the light particles pass through his palms, slowly vanishing into the Void.

"What a pity, if he could live on, he could have been a significant variable. For the Ghost World, this ending is favorable."

Every day, countless living beings flowed into Satan’s realm, too many to count.

For King Ksitigarbha to acknowledge Ethan Smith’s significance with such a statement was already significant.

Over the long span of countless ghostly years, only three had caught his eye.

The third-style Sword Technique had indeed astonished him, yet he faced the first Yama King, King Smith.

His body trembled, then transformed into countless Black Soul Snakes, before disappearing into the void in front of Ken Middleton.

He had initially wanted to place a bet with Ken Middleton, but now that the stake had vanished, the bet no longer existed.

Suddenly, the Soul Snakes halted abruptly, returning to the front of Ken Middleton.

Ksitigarbha King seemed somewhat incredulous, for at that moment a vast Ghost Energy appeared above Ken Middleton’s head.

In the river of that Ghost Energy, countless Origin Characters flickered within it.

The moment this river appeared, all living beings in the Ghost World felt a terrifying intimidation.

Even King Smith lowered his head, unable to gaze upon the ghost river.

This river was the body of the Ghost Clan’s Heavenly Path, far more terrifying than the Origin Character’s power of order.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

The Bodhisattva King of Ksitigarbha seemed incredulous.

At this moment, within Ken Middleton’s Divine Soul, appeared an incalculable number.

It was all the Merit Points he had accumulated since arriving in the Ghost World.