Chapter 749: A Toddler Fires a Nuke

"All together now!"

Qian Renxue called out, but she saw a figure flash beside her; Bibi Dong had already taken the lead and flown toward the sky.

Her entire body's hundred-level Divine Power was burning; she was like a moth that knew it would surely die yet still insisted on throwing itself into the fire!

"You! Idiot!"

Qian Renxue hurriedly transformed into Angel Holy Light and ascended, following closely behind Bibi Dong.

"This time... it's probably truly overestimating my own strength..."

Before even nearing the four-colored divine light, Bibi Dong felt as if she were about to be torn apart.

She knew that it was impossible for her to stop it.

Looking back downward, her expression was tender.

"Xue'er..."

"Qin Jian..."

"I love you both..."

The low, murmuring voice drifted into Qian Renxue's ears, causing her eyes to turn red instantly.

"Hey! Who asked you to block in front of me! ——"

But even at this moment, she was still so stubborn.

It was just that Bibi Dong no longer cared at all.

"Boom! ——"

A violent fluctuation arrived suddenly.

Bibi Dong had expected to be torn apart in an instant, but it did not happen.

A faint sense of warmth wrapped around her, protecting her as well.

"What is this?"

Bibi Dong looked on in surprise to see herself and Qian Renxue beside her stopped high in the sky, with faint light flames burning on their bodies.

"Look over there!"

Qian Renxue suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed to the sky.

Bibi Dong looked up and saw that where the four-colored divine light descended, a giant purple-flamed sword was propped up there, holding its ground against it.

"Hum, hum, hum..."

The sword body had purple flames burning on it identical to those on their bodies; every time it flickered, its radiance would contract, as if it were exerting all its strength to resist that divine light.

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue said in pleasant surprise at the same time: "Who is it?"

"It's me."

The next moment, two powerful arms wrapped around them, instantly carrying the two of them downward.

The familiar aura meant they did not struggle.

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue turned their heads in a daze at the same time: "Qin Jian?"

In this world, he was the only one who could hold them both without dying.

"Mm..."

Qin Jian nodded lightly, quickly carrying them down to the ground, his expression solemn as he looked at the mid-air.

The purple-flamed Light Sword there began to retreat slowly, and its power was also dropping rapidly.

"What is going on? Didn't you cut yourself off? Why do you still have such powerful strength?"

Qian Renxue looked up at that divine sword, feeling her heart race: "Why do I feel that sword is even more powerful than your previous strength?"

Bibi Dong's gaze was also locked onto the sky: "The aura of this sword, does it seem to be no less than those God Kings from outside the Plane?"

"Mm, it is my First Martial Soul, and it has become a divine sword."

Qin Jian said nonchalantly: "The so-called 'becoming a god by cutting off emotions' was nothing but a scam; instead, it was when I completely gave up that my martial soul was unsealed and truly became a Guardian Divine Sword."

"Guardian Divine Sword..."

Bibi Dong repeated it in a murmur: "This is the Sword Intent you have always displayed."

"That's right, a heart of protection is my true Sword Intent."

Qin Jian smiled: "The current me, having broken through nine shackles, can finally be considered to have found myself again."

"Then what about yourself?"

Qian Renxue asked with sudden anticipation: "Your sword has already reached the God King level, are you even stronger yourself?"

Once these words were spoken, the others also looked over with concern.

After all, it concerned the lives of all of them, as well as their future with him.

Qin Jian met the nine pairs of expectant eyes, but could only shake his head: "My Second Martial Soul is my true body martial soul, it is the real God Trial martial soul, but I haven't raised it to the extreme yet, so I haven't been able to become a god myself."

In the past, when he used Na'er's power, it was like a child playing with a handgun.

Now he himself is level 10, yet he has a God King-level sword; this is called... a toddler firing a nuke!

"Your sword, it seems it can't hold on anymore."

Everyone was looking up, and they all saw that sword constantly retreating.

"Unless I can infuse it with enough power, it will surely die without a doubt!"

Qin Jian looked up, his expression serious: "Four God Kings joining forces, even with the weakening of the Plane, is not so easy to deal with."

"But your power," Bibi Dong looked a bit troubled: "is only level 10, it wouldn't even be enough for the divine sword to take a single sip, right?"

"It's not a question of a sip, it's that it would be gone with one lick..." Qin Jian shrugged.

"You two actually still have the mood to joke." Qian Renxue said, speechless.

At this time, Poseixi, Ning Rongrong, and the others also gathered around, looking at the sky with varying expressions.

"Qin Jian, what should we do now?"

"Jianjian, are we really going to die together?"

"Brother Jian, actually, this is fine too..."

"......"

With the nine of them each saying a word, the scene became as noisy as a vegetable market.

Qin Jian smiled helplessly.

This could also be considered a happy trouble...

"True happiness hasn't even begun yet; we can't die here..."

He shook his head in self-mockery.

"The only way, let's try it. My feelings for them have long been maxed out; perhaps I can complete the true God Trial very quickly..."

Qin Jian suddenly grabbed Ning Rongrong's hand.

"Eh? Brother Jian?"

Ning Rongrong was somewhat stunned.

But Qin Jian only looked at her, and slowly, light and shadows seemed to flash within his eyes.

It was like a reel of memory, unfolding scenes of the past one by one before his eyes.

The times of their childhood sweetheart days came flooding back; that willful and spoiled little girl had finally grown up slowly, becoming the understanding and lovely person she was now.

Many years later, are you still holding the hand of your first love?

Do you have any regrets? Any remorse?

Or is there only contentment?

Qin Jian smiled happily, and gradually, a Soul Ring suddenly manifested on his body.

"Hum!"

It was a Soul Ring burning with fierce golden flames, and it did not appear on Qin Jian himself, but instead appeared at Ning Rongrong's feet.

At the same time, purple petals unfolded, spreading from Qin Jian's body to Ning Rongrong's feet.

Qin Jian let go of the hand he was holding, and Ning Rongrong rose slowly along with the petals beneath her feet, her whole person appearing as if she were a bright pearl upon a purple flower.

"This is..."

The others all looked over, and then they discovered that the soul power fluctuations on Qin Jian's body had reached Level 20!

"This is my true God Trial; it tests the most sincere love and faith."

Qin Jian smiled: "Perhaps I should thank these gods. If it weren't for them creating heartless separations, if it weren't for them causing so many twists and turns, I would not have reached such a realm of emotion with you all so quickly."

"So, you actually feel fortunate?" Qian Renxue crossed her arms.

Qin Jian shook his head: "Many things are like this, aren't they? Love and hate intertwined, good and evil hard to distinguish; there is no absolute good or bad. I just look for the good parts in bad encounters, so that when we look back, we can be a little happier."

As he spoke, he took the hand of Shui Bing'er, who was beside him.

Her hand was still as cold as jade, just like her eyes, forever clear to the bottom, reflecting the shadow of him alone.

"Jianjian..."

The intimate address belonging only to her made Qin Jian's heart soften, and he slowly embraced her...

(End of chapter)