"Hand of Light."
The youth explained to Chen Fan himself: "With these hands, I once held up the light..."
And then?
Chen Fan's movements did not stop.
Blood continued to scatter, and the two envoys of light were on the verge of being killed by him.
The youth seemed not to notice, presenting his hands: "The hand that holds up the light, once it falls, it will sink into the endless abyss..."
As he spoke, he inverted his hands.
"Boom."
Between heaven and earth, the light suddenly receded.
This was an extreme transformation of opposites.
Above Chen Fan's head, a pair of hands appeared.
Hands as black as ink, like the hands of a demon.
"You... are not worthy to die by the Hand of Light. Since that is the case, I shall send you into the endless abyss. The abyss... is your final destination," the youth muttered to himself. Da Feng Novel Network
The Hand of Light sends people to heaven, while the Hand of the Demon sends people to the abyss.
Rumble!
The ink-black hands descended like an ancient imperial city.
The sky collapsed.
Within the palms, the crisscrossing palm lines transformed into an endless abyss, seeking to swallow Chen Fan.
"Zheng Zheng Zheng."
At this moment, the Kusanagi-tsurugi trembled.
A fierce fighting spirit flowed into Chen Fan's body.
The descent of the Abyss Hand had enraged the Kusanagi-tsurugi.
"Indeed..."
Chen Fan smiled, "Whether it's heaven or the abyss, I go where I please."
"If I wish to go, I will go myself. How dare you attempt to send me where I do not wish to be?"
These were Chen Fan's words, and also the heart of the Kusanagi-tsurugi.
"Kill."
The sword lotus appeared.
The sword pagoda materialized.
The sword dragon soared into the sky...
An endless sword intent, piercing through heaven and earth, fiercely collided with the demonic hands.
Chen Fan once said, "If I become Buddha, there shall be no demons in the world. If I become a demon, what can Buddha do to me?"
I wish to fight the heavens, and these heavens... shall be torn asunder by me.
"Slaaash."
The demonic hands were torn open by the Kusanagi-tsurugi, creating a gaping hole.
Sunlight streamed down, warming him.
The remaining sword energy, like sharks smelling blood, surged into the torn opening, ripping the demonic hands to shreds.
The sky brightened.
Opposite him, the youth stood in astonishment, looking down at his hands with disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
He could not believe it.
He had flipped his hands, only to have them torn apart.
He refused to believe it.
"You... are seeking death..."
A wound appeared on his left hand.
The demonic hands being torn apart had repercussions on him.
His once flawless palm was no longer perfect due to the scar.
In the youth's eyes, his hands had become so ugly.
He began to descend into madness.
"Ah..."
The youth cried out in pain.
How could such ugly hands appear on me?
I am the Son of Light, destined to be without blemish, I am perfect.
Yes, these hands must be severed.
"Bang."
His hands exploded, shattering into pieces.
Ugly things, I do not want them.
The scar was finally gone, and the youth's madness subsided somewhat.
However... his hands were gone.
Without hands, his body seemed incomplete.
Then, he went mad again.
"Ah... why, why, why is imperfection appearing on me in this world?" He could not believe it, wanting to destroy everything before him.
"Chiii."
At the center of his brow, a third eye suddenly opened.
"The sun?"
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
The youth's third eye was a blazing sun.
Had someone plucked the sun and placed it within the youth's eye?
"Perish."
At this moment, the youth, driven mad by his own ugliness and imperfection, unleashed his power.
Blood flowed from his third eye.
Then, the sun exploded.
The endless light became a source of destruction.
"Retreat."
At this moment, Chen Fan's expression changed drastically. With a roar, he appeared beside Old Demon, pulling him away as they fled.
He would be fine, at most injured, but Old Demon would die.
This radiant power had surpassed Old Demon's limit of endurance.
Old Demon's body was merely grazed, and half of it vanished.
"Whoosh."
They reappeared ten thousand meters away.
The headquarters of the Bright Society seemed to explode like a sun, a storm of destruction sweeping across the land.
Gulp.
Old Demon swallowed convulsively, a look of fear on his face. "What... what happened..."
"A fool self-destructed," Chen Fan grumbled.
This child was crazier than him.
It was terrifying.
As the storm of destruction expanded to its limit, it began to contract.
Until it slowly dissipated.
"Past," Chen Fan commanded.
"Is... is there nothing left?"
Old Demon said, following along.
In his opinion, such a massive storm of destruction could not possibly leave anything behind.
Indeed!
As far as the eye could see, everything had vanished.
The earth was unharmed, not even a single pit remained, but everything on the surface was gone.
It seemed as if everyone had perished in the storm of destruction.
Chen Fan did not believe it. He closed his eyes and extended his divine sense.
He wanted to see if everyone had truly died.
His divine sense spread, searching inch by inch.
After scanning the entire hundred-mu territory, he still found nothing.
"Did everyone truly die?" Chen Fan refused to believe it.
Others dying was one thing.
But what about the president who had never appeared?
Or was he not here at all?
"Hmm?"
At this moment, a subtle fluctuation caught Chen Fan's attention.
Whoosh.
His body broke through the air.
Old Demon followed closely behind.