Chapter 29 Part 1
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Chapter 29: That Is a Real Natural Saint! (1)
A thing more frightening than madness is despair.
That is what Tao Hui is feeling now.
But is this feeling of imminent death the so-called despair?
Tao Hui pondered his situation.
He knew he could not run, so he simply didn’t try. Instead, he let the Dirt Free Sword fall on his shoulder and slice off the Dharma Body’s head, cutting through the covering flames.
There was an updraft.
That head…
Flew high into the sky!
It soared above all the buildings in the royal city, breaking through the dark curtain woven by Tao Hui, and finally appeared under the bright starry sky.
The sky was “bright” again.
The moon was radiant, and the stars twinkled.
Tao Hui looked down. His eyes grew confused, his thoughts nearly ceasing. He stared blankly at Bai Lian, who had thrown the Dirt Free Sword into the air.
Kala——
A soft splashing sound spread as a massive ice wall materialized, blocking all escape routes for his Dharma Body.
“?”
The emperor and Ling Yue were stunned.
What was Bai Lian planning?
The next moment, they understood.
Bai Lian’s fist clenched tightly.
Although the Dirt Free Sword was more efficient, beating him with her fists was far more satisfying!
Bai Lian swung her right fist—a punch loaded with all her strength and all her Special Effects.
The emperor stopped dispelling the evil idea’s mark, and Ling Yue froze in place.
They watched as a massive wave of water surged from Bai Lian’s arm, quenching the black flames on the Dharma Body before sweeping through the royal city like a hurricane.
Through the light blue curtain of water, the royal city resembled an underwater dragon palace.
A scroll emerged in front of Bai Lian as her fist collided with Tao Hui’s Dharma Body.
It unfurled automatically, revealing a brand-new painting of the stars and moon—a world imbued with raw emotion.
What does it feel like to drop a world on someone’s head?
The emperor was dumbfounded.
Was this the power of a reincarnated Star Lord?
Was this Bai Lian’s Great Tao of Stars?
Soon, he realized he had underestimated Bai Lian.
Bang!
When Bai Lian’s fist pierced Tao Hui’s Dharma Body, faint white lines appeared around her.
“!”
The emperor’s soul trembled.
The fluctuation was faint, yet unmistakable—a Tao Halo, one so powerful that even an Immortal Emperor would bow to it!
At that moment, the emperor understood.
He had been wrong. Bai Lian wasn’t the reincarnation of a Star Lord.
A Star Lord could never achieve this.
Bai Lian was undoubtedly the reincarnation of one of the strongest Immortal Emperors!
What is a real Natural Saint?
That is a real Natural Saint!
The emperor’s breathing quickened.
This secret must remain hidden, or Bai Lian would face endless troubles in the future.
Only he, Ling Yue, and Tao Hui had witnessed this scene.
Ling Yue didn’t understand its significance, so if Tao Hui died, outsiders would only assume Bai Lian was the reincarnation of a Star Lord.
The emperor redoubled his efforts to eliminate the evil idea’s mark controlling his body.
Meanwhile, Ling Yue and Tao Hui continued watching Bai Lian’s “performance.”
Each of Bai Lian’s punches gave birth to a new painting of the moon and stars.
Ling Yue stared blankly, entranced by the unfolding world.
For her, a once desolate world of yellow sand was now replaced by rippling waves and a laurel tree in the distance.
Her fear melted away.
She stepped into Bai Lian’s world.
Ling Yue leapt into the sea, the tide swallowing her whole. She choked several times—salty, sweet, intoxicating.
Under the laurel tree, she gazed at the radiant moon and twinkling stars.
“The world is so vast,” she thought.
She wanted to see it all!
Bai Lian, oblivious to the spring she had brought to Ling Yue’s barren desert, continued beating Tao Hui mercilessly.
She didn’t intend to kill him quickly.
Carefully, slowly, and deliberately, she landed each heavy punch, forcing him to endure every ounce of pain and despair.
When Tao Hui neared death, she healed him with Ten Thousand Flowers, only to resume her relentless assault.
Red flowers floated across the sky, an eerie juxtaposition to the destruction below.
“Incredible.”
Wen Su, the closest observer, looked up in awe.
Above him, galaxies spread side by side, their stars shining brilliantly.
Each Milky Way marked Tao Hui’s approach to death.
The people of Nanwang City cheered.
Children ran and jumped with joy.
“My emperor! My emperor!”
Even Zhao Haiya joined in, shaking his head lightly.
“This is Bai Lian,” he thought.
A true Natural Saint, capable of eradicating evil while bringing joy and hope to others.
“I’ve learned well,” Zhao Haiya mused.
Not long ago, he felt his Yin Fire Disaster approaching, but now, confidence surged within him.
He no longer cared for power or titles.
Instead, he wished to spread Bai Lian’s wisdom and spirit, bringing her teachings to the world.
……
Bai Lian decided it was time to end this.
She stopped using Ten Thousand Flowers, and with a final series of heavy punches, crushed Tao Hui’s body into oblivion.
The black flames extinguished, and the updraft dissipated.
Tao Hui’s head fell from the sky.
Bai Lian waited.
As the head landed before her, she delivered one last, devastating blow.
Bang!
The head exploded like a watermelon, scattering fragments into the sky.
The light blue fireworks illuminated the night.
❀
Bai Lian twisted her sore arm, sweat dripping from her body.
Her attacks had been too swift, leaving her flushed and warm.
With Tao Hui’s Dharma Body obliterated, it was time to locate his true body.
She spread her Divine Sense.
Suddenly, Tao Hui appeared, making a desperate attempt to kill Ling Yue.
Half a meter.
One foot.
One inch.
Qiang!
A sword fell.
Tao Hui’s body was severed, Bai Lian standing between him and Ling Yue.
He realized—this chasm, this trench, this mountain that was Bai Lian—was insurmountable.
Tao Hui recalled every moment of their battle.
And then, he fell.