The sharp claws collided with the burning axe blade.
A huge force burst out, and the entire building shook. Both sides couldn't help but take a step back.
The impact from the axe blade and the turbulence of the source substance made Huai Shi's vision go black. The Axe of Wrath, which had not undergone transformation, could not withstand the Praiser's mutated claws.
In other words, there were drops of black, viscous liquid dripping down from the pitch-black stave on the mutated claws. The eternal pain was like venom, spreading along with it.
But now, the claws that had been burned by Wrath were quickly covered with a layer of white frost.
Frozen!
"This is …"
The Praiser was stunned for a moment and looked at Huai Shi.
Under the young man's feet, layers of frost appeared and slowly spread in the performance formed by the cold wind and blizzard.
With the understanding of Yun Zhongjun's interference with the four seasons, the symphony performance had directly triggered the celestial phenomenon of Frozen City.
This was the next level of Supreme after experiencing the advancement and the guidance of Shang Quan …
"No, even if 'peers are looking forward to death', it shouldn't be like this, right?" Huai Shi asked helplessly, "Weren't we talking quite happily just now? Why did you turn hostile so suddenly? "
"Oh? Didn't you already agree? I have a request for material. "
The Praiser licked the frost on his fingertips and savored the residual taste of the Axe of Wrath. He gradually became intoxicated. "Why don't you fulfill my wish? I will definitely remember your generous sponsorship!"
In the reflection of those scarlet eyes, the young man in front of him surged with a bright light. That was countless sweet and wonderful inspirations flowing from the fresh soul!
It was so appetizing!
Drooling …
"Please give me your charity, Your Excellency Huai Shi."
He spread his arms, laughed, and pounced forward. "Save me from my predicament!"
The sacred hymn emerged from the pitch-black staff wrapped around his body. Accompanied by his movements, countless high-pitched hisses and tragic roars converged into a melody, playing the hymn of hell.
He broke into Huai Shi's melody so forcefully!
It was as if he could hear the symphony praising the cold winter. He cut into the melody and interrupted Huai Shi's rhythm, attacking step by step.
Under the Praiser's gray robe, countless piano keys appeared on his distorted body. They were controlled by invisible fingers and played the hymn of hell again.
Wherever the pitch-black movement passed, countless faces appeared, wailing and singing miserably in the melody.
The calamity of hell from the Land of Bliss condensed and took shape. Dozens of pitch-black claws emerged from under the gray robe like living creatures. They moved and retracted, changing constantly.
The concrete walls and the solid ice that had been frozen for a long time were torn apart like thin paper. The building in front of him seemed to have become a toy in the hands of a child.
But immediately after, the flames on the axe and the longsword smashed them one by one and cut them apart!
Heaven and earth!
From the fragmented melody, the grand chime sounded again.
The Frost Wind roared and the symphony sounded again!
In an instant, he crossed a long distance. The contemptuous face flashed in front of him. The spear whistled, and after tearing the pitch-black claws, it left a hole in his chest.
Then, he closed his fingers and punched forward.
Triple Thunderbolt, Collapse of the Sky!
In the loud roar, the Praiser flew backward. The arms in front of his face burst into a mass of blood and quickly grew again.
Then, the spreading stave was incinerated by the Sword of Virtue.
"What the hell!"
The Praiser lost his voice.
He couldn't understand.
At this moment, under the restrictions of the environment, the strength of both sides could almost be said to be insignificant. What really determined the outcome was the attainments of the calamity musicians, the control of melody and music theory of both sides!
But why …
Was he the one who was suppressed?!
For hundreds of years, he had played and composed without sleep. After becoming a calamity musician, he had climbed and honed endlessly. He had even sacrificed everything to get to where he was today.
In the end, his hymn of hell was suppressed by a junior who was less than a fraction of his age?
He widened his eyes in disbelief.
Boom!
The scattered smoke and dust was torn apart, and the axe blade wrapped in frost and flames slashed down again. The chill and power from the entire Frozen City was attached to it, and it easily broke through the Praiser's defense, leaving a deep cut on his neck.
Blood spurted out.
He was almost beheaded in one blow …
What made him even more uneasy was the sudden change in the melody and rhythm.
"Impossible … This is not classical music!"
The Praiser roared and asked angrily, "What is this!"
"Rock and roll, haven't you heard of it?"
Huai Shi spread his hands and replied indifferently, "Who said that the cello can only be played in classical music? Times have changed, my friend, you have to rock and roll! "
"Crooked!"
The Praiser roared, "Do you think you can beat me with such shallow things!"
"This is just rock and roll. If you listen to heavy metal, won't your whole family explode with anger?" Huai Shi shook his head, "Come on, my friend, don't make excuses –"
The Spear of Compassion rushed forward and pierced through bit by bit.
Under the influence of the flowing water, the hymn from hell was completely torn apart. The vicious poison spread in the wounds, and strange flowers grew from the hymn's body one after another.
Under Huai Shi's throw, the spear pierced through the Praiser's body, pulled him backward, and nailed him to the collapsed wall.
"If I were you, I would reflect on it."
Huai Shi raised his hand indifferently, wiped the blood off his face, and asked mockingly, "You can't beat others, is it because … Well, your professional level is not very good?"
"…" The Praiser stiffened.
"With this level of skill, why are you a disaster musician?"
He spread his hands and sincerely suggested, "Why don't you consider changing your profession, saving the Blessed Land, and becoming an idol?"
At that moment, the Praiser's pupils almost shrank to the size of a needle tip.
The pale face turned red, green, and black in unprecedented humiliation, and even twitched ferociously. It was hard to imagine that a person's facial features could be twisted into such an indescribable appearance.
In the end, the pair of widened eyes actually exploded under the torment of the invisible flames of anger.
Blood that was as thick as mud spurted out from it.
What followed was a scream that caused the entire frozen city to tremble. Countless icicles shattered and fell. The walls and the ground trembled, and cracks appeared.
The Praiser's body swelled rapidly and was torn apart from the inside out.
It was like an old robe being shed.
A pair of hands stretched out from the cracked chest, followed by a naked body. A pair of glorious wings spread out from his back, and a solemn halo appeared above his head.
It was as if an angel had descended to the mortal world.
Under the power of Gaia's blood, he finally recovered his former state in the Blessed Land.
In fact, it went one step further … Countless movements of the Abyss wrapped around his body. Hatred, greed, desire, and all kinds of different meanings flowed out from them.
He completely gave up the duel between the disaster musicians and the attainments of music that he was proud of. He wanted to use his strongest power to blast the damn guy in front of him into pieces!
In the oncoming hurricane, Huai Shi was already stunned.
What the hell!
Didn't we agree to compete on the same stage? Everyone was playing well, so why did you change your mind and flip the table?
He was anxious, he was anxious!
But the problem was … he seemed to be anxious too!
"Ah, ah, I feel it —"
The Praiser raised his face, and his six eyes stared at the opponent in front of him. "A steady stream of inspiration is in your blood … Thanks to you, Mr. Huai Shi, I finally understood!"
"Then shouldn't you thank me properly?" Huai Shi took small steps back without leaving a trace and politely waved his hand. "Forget about kowtowing and acknowledging me as your teacher. When there's a chance later, let's set up two tables and have some fun together."
"I will."
The Praiser raised his finger and grinned.
"— after composing a new melody with your bones and blood!"
Boom!
The sound waves that were given substance suddenly burst out and formed dark claws without warning, grabbing at Huai Shi's face.
In an instant, Huai Shi's raised axe blade was sent flying, and together with him, they smashed into the building that was riddled with holes.
In the roar, Huai Shi smashed through several walls in a row and fell into the presidential suite that was already covered in dust.
Two skeletons hugging each other fell from the sofa that was smashed by Huai Shi, fell to the ground, and weathered into ashes.
"Ah, sorry to disturb you."
Huai Shi got up in a sorry state. Before he could help collect the remains, he felt a low wind pressure above his head.
The strange giant claw condensed again in the Praising Hymn. After tearing through layers of floors, it slammed down on Huai Shi, not caring about the small wounds left by the spear, and smashed him into the floor.
In the continuous collapse, Huai Shi penetrated through layers of floors and fell into the banquet hall.
In a moment of trance, he seemed to have fallen into an illusion once again.
In the warm wind and incense, in the rearranged banquet hall, the people in ragged clothes shared the last of the food and wine.
Everyone held hands in a simple performance, regardless of status. They danced happily, smiled, and sang in unison. There was no pain or sorrow.
That was the scene before the destruction.
But soon, the illusion disappeared again.
Only the broken banquet hall was left. Dust fluttered and froze into frost.
A pair of leather shoes stopped at Huai Shi's feet.
"Have you thought it through, Mr. Huai Shi?"
The store manager's illusion looked at the customer's sorry state and smiled awkwardly but politely. "It seems that time waits for no one here."
"Yes, I've thought it through!"
Huai Shi nodded frantically, but before he could finish, the giant claw condensed in the void picked him up again, clenched him tightly, and smashed him into the floor, falling into the messy hall.
He raised a hand and rolled with all his might, avoiding the attack that was enough to completely crush him into meat paste.
He panted in a sorry state.
In the flying dust, the store manager's illusion reappeared and pointed at the elevator behind Huai Shi.
Huai Shi turned around without thinking, ran with all his strength, smashed the broken iron door in front of him, and fell into the deep elevator shaft.
"Where are you going, Huai Shi!" The Praising Hymn smashed through layers of walls and laughed shrilly. "The illusion can't save you!"
The huge sharp claws appeared again, completely tearing the building in front of him apart. Everything was torn apart inch by inch and crushed into dust, leaving no opportunity for him to take advantage of.
Together with those illusions!
The store manager shrugged indifferently and watched Huai Shi's disappearing back. He allowed his last remnant to be torn apart by the sharp claws and disappear.
Only the rusted collar pin fell from the dissipating illusion. Amidst the fine sounds of collisions, the last glow appeared.
It was the emblem from the Astronomy Society before the long, long destruction …
When the world was destroyed, the earth fell apart, and everything was shrouded in endless cold, only the last mission was transmitted in the eternal illusion.
To send this remnant of the past to the hands of the future successor.
At this moment, in the dark fall, the bright glow appeared in front of Huai Shi again, bringing the gift from a long time ago.
"Huai Shi —"
The departed soul asked softly,
"What do you want?"
Huai Shi reached out and held the beam of light tightly.
At that moment, the last obstacle was torn apart by countless giant claws, and the ferocious face of the Praising Hymn appeared from behind the crack.
Seeing the magnificent color of Gaia's blood, he froze for a moment, unable to hide his fear. But when the light dissipated, Huai Shi only had a broken book in his hand.
Other than that, there was no change.
"What is that?"
The Praising Hymn sneered. "Your savior? A broken book?! "
He waved his hand, and the music of the abyss played again. Dozens of giant claws appeared out of thin air and attacked without hesitation.
At that moment, an illusory voice sounded in his ears.
It was a soft chant from Huai Shi.
It was hoarse and low.
"Look, my friend Sancho Panza, there are more than 30 extraordinarily large giants over there!"
As a result, the title of the book quietly appeared on the cover of the faded and mottled book in his hand.
— Don Quixote.
At that moment, the ancient record of events quietly collapsed. Countless light spots flew out from it and condensed into the outline of a card. Like an angry dragon, the lightning shot up to the sky from the face of the card, whipping the heavens and the earth, sweeping away all the demons and monsters.
The thunder spread and completely defeated the hymns and praises of hell.
In the end, a skinny figure walked out of the void.
"Every time I open my eyes, I can see new trash …"
Under the entanglement of the lightning, the middle-aged man with long white hair looked back and asked coldly, "Kid, don't you have any respect for your seniors?"
"Oh, look at what you're saying …"
Huai Shi shrugged and blinked shyly, "Isn't it a good tradition of our Celestial genealogy to call people over?"
Dead silence.
A long dead silence.
Not only the Praising Hymn, but at that moment, all the participants who saw the endless lightning, the players outside the battlefield, and the bystanders in the Hell Palace and the governing board fell into a sudden daze.
In the dead silence, only the corners of Russell's mouth curled up into a happy smile.
Do you finally understand, Huai Shi?
With Gaia's blood as the source, using the records in the Book of Destiny to reproduce and recreate, using the rules created by both sides in this bet, and thus crossing the limits of time and life and death …
This is the Golden Finger that only belongs to you in this game!
Seventy years ago, the utopia card set that resounded throughout hell —
[Thunder of the Four Seas, Ying Fangzhou]!
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