Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1264 - 126: Battling Old Friends, Severing Ties and Feelings (Part 3)

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Chapter 1264: Chapter 126: Battling Old Friends, Severing Ties and Feelings (Part 3)

Yan Qi laughed heartily, saying that claiming to be number one was not satisfactory, it was a waste of time for nothing! Situ Yi also laughed, saying that being number one was a joyful event, and it was time to host a banquet! So the two scoundrels watching the fun joined in, emptying the painter’s pocket money to buy wine. Yan Qi slapped the table and cursed, saying they were not willing to spend money and that’s why they pushed the title to him, knowing it would be better to be first as a joke!

Everyone laughed, jeered, smiled, softly laughed, those smiles dispersed in the wine glasses, drifting away with the drunken idle talk, forever sealed in a summer night ten years ago. But now there was no wine or laughter, only the cold and harsh battlefield, where a man in white robe and tall hat gazed at the divine general, uttering a cold, wintry curse.

"It’s not like back then!"

Situ Yi formed seals with both hands in rapid succession, and in the city of intertwined threads, the towering gray pillar started to tremble violently. He took out the claw made of virtual light, using sound to pen a new plot: "[The mortal world is chaotic like a play, past affairs are all empty. Humans, gods, ghosts, beasts are all pawns, within the palms of the gods!]"

The gray and white giant pillar suddenly cracked open, a bronze-colored giant hand reached out, blocking the sharp sword of Emperor Zhenwu. It was surprisingly a woman’s hand, with five slender and long fingers, resembling pearl-like spherical joints connecting the knuckles, carrying an indescribable eeriness and coldness. Demon Heavenly Venerate struggled to lift his arm, but for a moment couldn’t break free from the grip of the mechanical hand. Yan Qi swiftly crafted a talisman, slapping a hastily made Spirit Talisman onto Emperor Zhenwu: "Reside in the Celestial Palace, govern fortune and calamity, dispel evil, preserve Dao Qi. Nine Heavens Yinyuan Divine Thunder Talisman!"

The longsword of Zhenwu was coated with a layer of black lightning, which extended along the mechanical hand, erupting into thunder flashes inside the giant pillar. Utilizing the momentary flash of light, Yan Qi saw the inside of the giant pillar. It was a woman’s face, a woman he had seen before...

It was Jane Grey Morton’s face!

"You?!"

Rarely astonished, Yan Qi’s exclamation made Situ Yi laugh wildly. Ultimately, he was one step behind, the thunder talisman failed to deliver a decisive blow, and Situ Yi’s new skill had already taken shape ahead. The claw of virtual light was thrown up by him, three beams of golden light and three beams of gray light shot out like arrows, striking Yan Qi’s waist and transforming into an encompassing prison. This was a magic once used by Shiyu Genmi, utilizing the six paths of karmic prison! 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"The Duality, Trikaya, and the Seven Perceptions are upon you, you can no longer use any other." Situ Yi caught the claw of virtual light, "Whatever new tricks you have, feel free to use them!"

Yan Qi looked down at the prison, as if fatigued, he blinked. Suddenly his expression relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. That enormous divine general exploded from within, the two seals maintaining it were released by Yan Qi himself. The light prison restricting movement scattered as if not obeying commands, merging into the ink-colored prison beside the man.

Four Directions Seal Carefree Prison.

Situ Yi wasn’t wrong, he couldn’t sustain multiple seals simultaneously, so he completely abandoned the fight against the bizarre machine, using his spare strength in one final charge. Yan Qi charged forward, wielding his pen like a sword, pointing the tip of his pen at the high and mighty man in white, at the head of the Faceless God!

"No new tricks, but old ones are enough!" Yan Qi shouted angrily.

In the final moment, Yan Qi tore off the jade on his chest, the power of the Unity Jade fully ignited as it shattered, transforming his appearance. No longer resembling the young man of years past, he became that unruly middle-aged man, that middle-aged painter who appeared whenever chaos descended, the ink pearl on his pen tip floating out, forming a perfect circle. Ink black as the North Star in the night, suspended precisely above Yan Qi’s head.

"Taiyi Seal Tianji Palace!"

The crowd couldn’t see what happened at that moment, nor could they discern what secret technique Yan Qi had used. They only saw the man in white’s expression turn cold, the man in black roaring angrily. They saw the central amber tower of the city of threads vanish as if it never existed, along with the anomalies triggered by Creation Realm Skills which also disappeared into thin air...

They saw a drop of black blood, falling on the parched ground.

It was Yan Qi’s blood, and no one knew when he appeared outside the city of threads, a smirk of triumph on his lips. Situ Yi, expressionless, pierced through his heart, hoisting the painter up.

His left hand was empty, where the claw of virtual light should have been.

"Ha!" Yan Qi laughed mockingly, "You cowardly scum, you even dodge this! You’ve reached the pinnacle of the Creation Realm, such a hasty attack couldn’t harm you!"

Situ Yi looked at the black blood in his hand, suddenly he too laughed.

"Sky Extreme Yan Qi, number one in the world, apart from the catastrophe of the firmament years ago, was there ever a hasty move? Exchanging a dragon claw for a lifetime of peace, even if the King of Destiny came in person, he’d praise it as a good trade!"

Situ Yi clenched his right hand, completely destroying the incarnation of an old friend, ink like blood flowed down his arm, staining half his sleeve black. He lifted his sleeve, lost in thought, no one could discern his expression at that moment.

Situ Yi swiped his sleeve across his face, and the pitch-black fabric turned pure white again, he turned around, flinging his sleeve, looking across the city at the crowd prepared for battle, gazing into Gongsun Ce’s eyes, laughing shrilly as when they first met.

"Grudges settled, the grand play begins. Legendary Directing · Divine Theater!"