Xiao Chen's sword light streaked across the sky like a shooting star, the power of his Star Soul erupted in an instant, with the sword energy surging forward, threatening to tear apart the void. This strike was not only meant to defeat Mo Wuyang but also to break through the shackles of fate, to escape from the inescapable destiny.
Mo Wuyang's face immediately turned grim. Although the giant hand of the Black Gold Star Soul met the sword's edge, Xiao Chen's blow exceeded his expectations in strength. When the palm of the Black Gold Star Soul collided with the sword, it was as if a star had shattered. A deafening explosion rang out, shaking the very heavens and earth.
Mo Wuyang let out a low growl and quickly formed seals with both hands, attempting to channel the power of the Star Soul to block Xiao Chen's attack. However, Xiao Chen's sword light had already pierced through the defenses of the Star Soul body, without hesitation, heading straight for Mo Wuyang's chest.
"Die!"
In an instant, Xiao Chen's Nine Nether Star Soul fused with the sword energy. The sword light turned into a force of destruction, charging towards Mo Wuyang. Mo Wuyang's eyes widened, not expecting Xiao Chen to unleash such overwhelming power at this moment.
With a swift motion, Mo Wuyang raised his right hand, summoning the Star Soul's power in a tidal wave to try and block the sword energy. Yet, Xiao Chen's sword force did not stop; instead, it grew even fiercer.
The Breaking Heaven Sword finally broke through Mo Wuyang's defenses.
"Pfft!"
Mo Wuyang's chest was pierced by the sword energy, and blood erupted like a fountain, instantly staining his golden robe red. His body was sent flying backward, but he barely managed to hold himself up, pressing a hand to his chest. His face was as pale as a ghost, and his eyes were filled with uncontainable shock and rage.
"You… you actually…!" Mo Wuyang choked out, clearly unable to accept the reality. "Impossible! You can't…"
Xiao Chen's gaze was cold. His sword energy had already extinguished, but his expression remained icy, like the dead of winter. "You underestimated me, Mo Wuyang. Your so-called 'fate' is just a tool used to bind others. If you think you can make me walk according to your will, my sword will not comply."
Mo Wuyang's face grew paler. In his eyes, despair and rage flickered, but he no longer resisted. The Star Soul's power had already begun to destabilize, and his injuries made it impossible for him to continue fighting. He painfully lowered his head and looked at the crumbling Black Gold Star Soul in the distance. His heart was filled with unwillingness and hatred.
"I… I don't believe it…" he muttered to himself. "I don't believe you can break the plan of the Long Night Palace…"
"Plan?" Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow. "I would love to hear what you mean by 'plan.'"
Mo Wuyang gritted his teeth, and an undeniable bitterness and madness surged in his eyes. "The true purpose of the Long Night Palace is not to control the Star Soul, but to resurrect the 'Long Night God'!"
"Long Night God?" A glimmer of confusion flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. He had never heard this name before. The Long Night Palace was always regarded as a dark force, but what kind of being was the "Long Night God"?
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Mo Wuyang's mouth. "You really think the Star Soul is just a tool for increasing strength? No, it's a legacy, an existence sealed for ages. The Long Night God… He is an ancient god left behind from a bygone era, possessing boundless power. If we can resurrect the Long Night God, the fate of the entire world will be in our hands!"
Xiao Chen was shaken by these words. His father had once mentioned ancient gods, but he had never learned much about them. Now, hearing Mo Wuyang speak of the Long Night God, it seemed this entity was far more terrifying than he had imagined. And behind the Long Night Palace, there was such a horrifying ambition.
"Do you people really think you can change fate by resurrecting an ancient god?" Xiao Chen scoffed, his tone tinged with disdain. "Resurrecting the Long Night God is nothing but a selfish dream of yours."
Mo Wuyang's face twisted, his eyes filled with anger and madness. "You don't understand! You'll never understand! The power of the Long Night God can destroy everything, even fate itself! You're just a pawn controlled by fate. It's impossible for you to escape!"
"I am willing to defy fate," Xiao Chen's eyes gleamed with cold light. "Because I have never resigned myself to it. Since you want to control fate, I will sever this chain of destiny!"
Xiao Chen's voice rang out like thunder, and his Star Soul Sword once again surged with radiant silver light. His sword energy shot directly at Mo Wuyang's chest, unstoppable, overwhelming.
However, just as the sword energy was about to strike Mo Wuyang, a silver light suddenly cut through the sky, colliding with Xiao Chen's sword with an explosive force.
"Boom——!"
A deafening sound shook the heavens and earth. Xiao Chen's sword came to a halt midair, and his sword energy dispersed. He was instantly knocked back by a powerful force. Looking down, he saw a silver shadow slowly appearing in the air.
"You cannot kill him," the figure said coldly.
Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with astonishment. The figure slowly revealed itself, and to his shock, it was a familiar face—Yan Yao!
Yan Yao was dressed in white, holding a long sword. Her expression was cold, like a piece of unbending ice. She stood in the air, her gaze stern, directly blocking Mo Wuyang.
"Yan Yao?" Xiao Chen's heart trembled. He never expected her to appear here. Moreover, she was blocking his strike to save Mo Wuyang.
"Why are you helping him?" Xiao Chen's voice was cold, filled with confusion and anger. "You know he is from the Long Night Palace. Why would you intervene to save him?"
Yan Yao didn't answer. Instead, she cast a cold glance at Mo Wuyang before speaking slowly. "Because… this war is not something you can decide."
Her voice was as cold as frost, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Xiao Chen was stunned. He never thought Yan Yao would have such an attitude. What had she learned? Why was she standing with Mo Wuyang?
"You don't understand," Yan Yao said slowly. "The resurrection of the Long Night God is not only to change fate. It concerns the survival of the entire world. And you… you are not strong enough to oppose us."
"Strong enough?" A cold light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. "I don't need you to tell me how to grow stronger. Even if I must fight the whole world, I will continue to walk my path."
Yan Yao silently looked at him and slowly shook her head. "You only know revenge, but you don't know the truth. If you wish to break the shackles of fate, you must learn more truths."
Xiao Chen gripped his sword hilt, his gaze firm. "All I know is that I will keep pursuing the truth about my parents, until the moment of their vengeance."
Yan Yao said nothing further. She quietly turned and, along with Mo Wuyang, vanished into the void.
Xiao Chen stared at her retreating figure, his heart filled with complex emotions. If she had chosen to align with Mo Wuyang, what was her true purpose?
Everything, it seemed, was just beginning.