Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 1304: 1302 Shatter

Chapter 1304: Chapter 1302 Shatter

So the saying “Character determines destiny” indeed holds truth.

Amid the suspicious circumstances earlier, Fu Qian’s words were clearly listened to attentively.

This naturally included Amila and her companion, who were deeply shaken by their own experiences and couldn’t resist checking the roadside for traces.

Though they found nothing, upon hearing the term “retracing steps,” their reactions differed greatly.

Amila, evidently believing more in the inherent goodness of human nature, instinctively leapt toward the roadside almost reflexively upon realizing what Fu Qian had said, given their previous ordeal.

In contrast, Reginald appeared much more composed.

His gaze grew piercingly sharp as he kept watch over the path ahead and even fixed his eyes on Fu Qian, seemingly guarding against any sudden actions.

The shattered Lead Flame Serpent from earlier began to rise again upon his body.

Ultimately, amidst a dull thud, the two of them repeated their earlier fate and were both knocked away once more.

…

Of course, compared to last time, the repercussions were noticeably different.

Amila merely grazed the side of her body, not even falling completely; with a roll, she managed to keep her balance.

On the other hand, Lord Reginald bore the brunt of the impact, and as he was thrown into the air again, a small cluster of flames burst forth from him.

It was only then that Fu Qian stepped forward to take a closer look.

Th𝕀𝗌 𝕔h𝘢p𝕥єr 𝘪𝕤 pο𝗌τɛ∂ b𝑦 𝖪ɪ𝓉𝘦ȠՕν𝕖𝑙

“Is this your way of proving something? I must admit, I no longer doubt your heightened perception of them.”

“But essentially, what you’re doing is still the same as before—this doesn’t prove much more.”

Simon followed closely behind, offering an impassive critique, exuding an air of detachment.

“That’s because I have yet to begin proving anything.”

Fu Qian nodded gently. In the next moment, he turned around and extended his hand.

Like a corroded wax figure, half of his palm was stripped of flesh.

…

It turned out that he’d walked forward earlier and reached out to catch the escaping Lead Flame.

Realizing the cause of his injuries instantly, Simon was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Indeed, it’s a potent method for Purifying Evil.”

Fu Qian seemed indifferent about this, examining his hand while freely offering praise.

“Unfortunately, the effect appears underwhelming against the pawns you mentioned. Is this a form of differentiation?”

Fu Qian had learned many secrets about the suburban fog from his tutor, Natalie.

These included the elusive “Stars Association Pawns,” capable of disregarding the sect’s decrees.

This disregard brought two possibilities to mind.

One, the decrees lose their power in the fog and become mere formalities.

Two, the decrees function normally but have no effect on the pawns.

Evidently, the latter was true, as evidenced by Fu Qian’s personal experience—even an incomplete Lead Flame was still highly destructive.

Of course, the effect on his hand was primarily intentional.

Simon, who had slashed at the heavy truck with his sword earlier, must have discerned the deeper significance of this act.

“I’m aware that theoretically this still proves little. After all, no matter how you look at it now, I am inhabiting a human body.”

At this moment, Amila and the resilient Reginald had both risen again, gathering to observe Fu Qian’s hand with complex expressions.

Fu Qian did not shy away, openly displaying it and explaining in earnest.

“But if this truly aligns with your judgment, I am curious: what, in your view, constitutes an effective method of self-validation?”

“Would you prefer I intercepted earlier and punched through that entity?”

“I admit that’s not entirely meaningless, but if you could demonstrate the moonlight guiding you, the effect might be far better—”

True to his orthodox principles, Simon—even as a killing machine—seemed rational. Now the focal point of attention once again, he finally offered his critique.

The impact was immediate. Before he could finish speaking, a chilling frost spread throughout the surroundings.

At the epicenter of the frost, Fu Qian’s entire body was enveloped in radiant brilliance, appearing crystalline and otherworldly.

“Do not act recklessly!”

Amila, naturally familiar with this scene, screamed in alarm.

Previously, during a nightmare where a Bloodsucking Parasite attacked her face, Fu Qian had erupted in a similar display.

Given his evident penchant for amusement, she worried he’d act without consideration for consequences.

Fortunately, Sir Simon remained restrained. Despite the changes, he merely maintained a vigilant posture, his gaze still fixated on Fu Qian’s mangled hand…

Realizing something, Amila followed suit. To her shock, she saw blood and flesh rapidly extending and crawling along the white bones.

Within the blink of an eye, much of it had already healed.

“Is this the way?”

Simultaneously, Fu Qian’s voice resonated like that of a Saint.

“The gift of the Dark Moon far exceeds your imagination.”

…

In fact, what Fu Qian had done was simple—under the Frostburn filter, he first utilized the Decree Residue, while also releasing the suppressed regenerative force.

Yet the effects were striking.

Even Simon, with his scant humanity, was visibly shaken.

The impact was even physical.

The next moment, Simon abruptly retreated several steps, creating distance. At the same time, his coat rippled like waves, shedding the accumulating frost quickly.

It was clear he disliked being under the influence of the Decree Residue.

Following his movements, Amila and Reginald mimicked him, also retreating.

This time, however, they had learned their lesson and refrained from standing on the road. Instead, they maintained a loosely equilateral triangle formation.

“Indeed, a very unique power—”

As Fu Qian’s hand fully healed, Simon finally offered a small acknowledgment.

“But still insufficient, correct? I understand; breaking down biases is never simple.”

Fu Qian interrupted him directly, his tone tinged with compassion.

“This is precisely the tragedy of strayed lambs—to merely listen to the Shepherd’s voice is already so difficult—”

In the next moment, he turned and stepped onto the narrow path from which Amila and the others had kept their distance.

“It’s fine. Helping you to hear has always been part of the Herder’s duty, no matter how loud the voice must be!”

As he finished speaking, bathed in moonlight, Fu Qian now stood in the middle of the path, lifting the ornate Rapier in his hand.

Under the Decree Residue’s influence, the blade was already encrusted with Ice Crystal.

Intertwined with the cold brilliance radiating from Fu Qian himself, its splendor finally surpassed Simon’s Broad Sword.

Without a trace of hesitation, Fu Qian wielded the ostentatious blade, replicating the motion Simon had made earlier, and slashed fiercely forward.

Boom!

Amidst the burst of frost, the sound of impact rang out—it was clear the strike hit its target.

The incomprehensible pawn, indeed hidden on this narrow path, continued its relentless charge, sweeping through everything in its way.

However, compared to before, the sound was different.

With Fu Qian’s Rapier, along with the Ice Crystal on it, shattering into countless fragments.

Yet his otherworldly form remained immovable.