Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 646: "I AM NOT YET DONE!"

Chiron stood motionless, his blood-soaked body trembling but not from fear. His dark eyes were fixed on the monstrosity of Gluttony descending from the heavens, its grotesque maw widening to swallow him whole.

Despite the suffocating aura of impending doom, Chiron’s lips twisted into a grin—an expression so defiant it bordered on madness.

Behind him, the Uncrowned Clown cocked his head, twirling his massive broad sword like a child with a toy. His painted face twisted into a mocking smile as he gestured toward the sky. "Well, well, Chiron, you’ve really outdone yourself this time! But let’s face it..." he said, voice dripping with mirth as he started backing away. "There’s no way in hell you’re surviving this one—not looking like that."

He laughed, a high-pitched, eerie sound that echoed through the battlefield, but even the Clown couldn’t hide the flicker of unease in his movements. He cracked another joke as he stepped farther back, spinning his sword idly. "Guess I’ll leave you to the hungry, hungry heavens! No hard feelings, yeah?"

But Chiron didn’t respond to the Clown’s taunts. His focus was elsewhere. His eyes shifted, locking onto a distant group: the Seer, the gold rankers, and other high-ranking cultivators who had gathered to watch his end.

A sadistic smirk played on his lips, his teeth gleaming in the flickering green light of the Tribulation. His gaze sharpened, his entire demeanor radiating a dangerous calm.

"Wait..." Chiron whispered to himself. "Just a little longer. Let it come closer. Patience, Chiron. Patience."

The onlookers misread his stillness. To them, it was the resignation of a doomed man. The Seer, watching from her vantage point, allowed herself a smirk. She turned to one of the gold rankers beside her and spoke.

"He’s come far, I’ll give him that," she said, her voice cool and dismissive. "The only evil child to ever push this close to heaven’s door. But even he must meet his end. The heavens don’t make exceptions."

Satisfied with her judgment, she turned away, dismissing Chiron from her mind.@@@@

And then it came—the roar.

It erupted from Chiron’s throat, so ferocious and raw that it split the air like thunder. The intensity of it was deafening, a sound that carried his defiance against the very heavens. His voice cracked, becoming hoarse, but his words cut through the battlefield like a blade.

The very mountain the cultivators stood on was consumed in moments, its once-imposing presence reduced to nothingness within the maw of the heavens’ wrath.

Cultivators scrambled desperately, their screams piercing the air. Those fortunate enough to possess defensive treasures activated them, their golden shields, ethereal barriers, and ancient artifacts shimmering against the onslaught. Yet, even the most powerful defenses buckled under the sheer weight of Gluttony’s consuming force.

"Hold your ground!" one gold ranker bellowed, his voice trembling as his treasure flickered under the strain.

But for those without such luxuries, there was no salvation. The corrosive waves surged forward, swallowing them whole. Their agonized cries were cut short as their bodies dissolved into nothingness, leaving only silence in their wake.

The Seer stood at the heart of the chaos, her expression calm yet severe as she watched the devastation unfold. Around her, golden rankers fought to survive, their desperate actions futile against the overwhelming might of the Tribulation.

And then, when all seemed lost, a golden light erupted from the center of the battlefield. It cut through the darkness like a beacon, illuminating the carnage with an otherworldly radiance.

A single thread of golden energy shot forth, tearing through Gluttony’s massive form with such force that the heavens themselves seemed to wail.

The thread coiled and expanded, wrapping around the monstrosity, constricting it as if it were a serpent tightening around its prey. The Gluttony Tribulation roared in defiance, its grotesque body writhing as it began to unravel.

With a deafening explosion, the Tribulation shattered into fragments of light and shadow. Acidic energy dissipated into the air, and the suffocating aura of heaven’s wrath faded, leaving only silence behind.

The Seer stood tall, her golden thread retracting into her hands as she surveyed the aftermath. Her power had once again proven unmatched, her mastery of fate bending even the heavens to her will. Around her, the surviving cultivators gasped in relief, their battered forms collapsing as the threat seemed to vanish.

But just as the dust began to settle, a voice tore through the stillness—a voice filled with defiance, rage, and a chilling determination.

"I AM NOT YET DONE!"

The shout echoed across the battlefield, reverberating with raw power. All eyes turned toward the source of the voice, their faces filled with disbelief and dread.