nashuaworldcup Chapter 501 Faith Collapses! The Dust Settles!
Chapter 501 Faith Collapses! The Dust Settles!
Just a raise of the hand, a moment.
The originally surging crowd, with its roaring cries of killing, was instantly calmed as if by an invisible giant hand.
Dozens of people who were at the front collapsed to the ground, losing their ability to fight.
The villagers who wanted to rush forward were stunned by the miraculous scene before their eyes.
His steps stopped abruptly, and the anger on his face was replaced by great fear.
Those few powerful men of high aptitude were also frightened and retreated one after another.
Looking at the lonely figure in front of me, with his clothes fluttering in the wind,
His eyes were filled with disbelief and deep fear.
The whole scene fell into dead silence.
Only the golden aftermath of the lightning slowly receded like a tide and retracted into Su Chen's body.
But the deep and majestic aura he exuded was
But it still enveloped the entire place, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
Su Chen slowly lowered his right hand and calmly glanced at the villagers who had collapsed on the ground.
And those few people with pale faces and frightened eyes.
"Now, who else wants to stop it?"
The air was deathly silent.
Previously, there was a scene of clamor and shouts of killing.
At this moment, all that was left was the heavy and painful breathing of the villagers who had collapsed on the ground.
And the few people with superior aptitude who were barely standing were forcibly suppressing their breathing, which was a mixture of fear and unwillingness.
Although the golden lightning's residual power has dissipated,
But the terrifying pressure that was like a divine punishment still weighed heavily on the hearts of every villager in Biyou Village.
They looked at the man who was standing alone in front of them. He was not very tall but exuded a suffocating aura.
anger?
It had long since vanished in the face of that incomprehensible power.
Not willing?
In the face of the absolute power gap, it seems so ridiculous and pale.
All that remains is the fear that runs deep into the bones and the helplessness that follows the collapse of faith.
Jin Yong's hand holding the sword was shaking violently, and the base of his palm was even cracked and bleeding due to excessive force, but he felt no pain.
His eyes were fixed on Su Chen, full of bloodshot, but he could no longer muster the slightest fighting spirit.
The feeling just now was not a simple Qi-force suppression.
It is a higher level of crushing, like the power of heaven.
The supernatural power that he was so proud of was completely destroyed before he could even get close to the majestic golden lightning.
This isn't a battle of one dimension at all.
The faces of the other members with superior aptitude were equally as pale as paper, and their eyes were empty.
They are the backbone of Biyou Village and Ma Xianhong's most trusted followers.
But in front of this person, the strength they were so proud of seemed as fragile as a baby.
Resist? What to resist?
Trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm or a moth flying into a flame both seem to be overestimating oneself.
Clarinet looked at the almost one-sided suppression in front of him, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.
But there was also a hint of solemnity and surprise in the look in his eyes as he looked at Su Chen's back.
He knew that Su Chen was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.
Wang Zhenqiu put his hands back into his trouser pockets and blew a low whistle, breaking the suffocating silence:
"Okay, now I'm completely honest.
Su Chen, you are much more efficient than our demolition team."
The smile on Xiao Zizai's face was still gentle, but the blood color that had just ignited in the depths of his eyes quietly faded away, leaving behind a trace of barely perceptible regret.
He gently adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose:
"Yeah, it does save me a lot of energy. But it's a little... not satisfying enough."
Feng Baobao stood beside Su Chen with an expressionless face, and her hand holding the hatchet loosened a little.
Su Chen ignored his companions behind him. He calmly glanced at the villagers who had collapsed to the ground with unfocused eyes.
Finally, it fell on those few people with superior aptitude who looked ashen.
His question still echoed in the air:
"Now, who else wants to stop it?"
No one answered.
The only answer he got was dead silence and the unconcealable despair in the villagers' eyes.
Jin Yong's lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, he just dropped his arm dejectedly, and the tip of the sword fell limply to the ground, making a slight clinking sound.
This action seemed to drain away the last bit of strength from his body.
A sign of despair.
Seeing this, the other superior people also lowered their heads and gave up their last resistance.
They knew that Biyou Village was finished.
Their leader, their hope, will eventually be taken away.
And they don't even have the qualifications to stop it.
Seeing this scene, the last bit of hope in the hearts of the remaining villagers was completely shattered.
Some people couldn't help sobbing quietly, and their cries were filled with confusion and fear of the future.
Su Chen withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at these people who had lost their fighting spirit.
He turned around and walked towards Feng Baobao.
Feng Baobao naturally handed the dull and lifeless sac to Su Chen.
Su Chen took the sac, weighed it, and then put it away.
This simple action, in the eyes of all the villagers in Biyou Village, was like the final verdict.
"Let's go."
Su Chen said to several other temporary workers.
Hei Guan nodded, took a deep look at the distraught villagers, and said nothing more.
Wang Zhenqiu shrugged and followed Su Chen.
Xiao Zizai still had that warm smile on his face and walked at a leisurely pace.
Feng Baobao followed Su Chen closely.
Five figures walked towards the outside of Biyou Village under the gazes of dozens of complicated people.
No one dared to step forward to stop it.
The villagers spontaneously stepped aside to make way for the
They watched with empty eyes as these "invaders" took away their former beliefs and all their hopes.
Behind him was the ruins of the completely collapsed self-cultivation furnace.
The smell of burning and blood permeates the air.
And a group of people who have lost their direction and don’t know where their future is going.
Their Biyou Village also came to an end with Ma Xianhong's fall and being taken away.
Just as Su Chen was about to step out of the passage made by the crowd, he paused.
He did not turn his head, but just turned his face to the side.
His eyes swept indifferently over the villagers who were either collapsed or standing still.
"About you,"
Su Chen's voice sounded calmly, clearly spreading throughout the deadly empty space.
"The company will give an explanation."
His words made the villagers, who were originally immersed in despair, tremble slightly.
Some people looked up blankly, with a faint fluctuation in their empty eyes.
It seems that he does not understand what this "explanation" means.
Jin Yong suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Su Chen's silhouette.
His lips trembled, as if he wanted to ask something, but no sound came out.
Su Chen ignored their reactions and continued speaking in a calm tone:
"For those who have become aliens through the self-cultivation furnace, the power you have gained does not come from your own body."
He paused, as if stating a simple fact.
"The power that does not belong to you will eventually be returned."
These words were like ice water, pouring down on the hearts of every acquired extraordinary person.
"what?"
"Return? What do you mean?"
"Our power... is going to disappear?"