Starforce Warriors-Chapter 638: One Strike To Break Fate

This was a strike of absolute solemnity. There was no technique. Only raw emotion. The saber light tore through the sky like a cascading ribbon that could cleave the heavens.

The flash of the blade appeared and vanished in a blink. Yet, it left a scar in the sky that refused to fade. The once unbroken clouds now resembled a sheet of paper that was severed cleanly in two.

The Divine Envoy was horrified as his laughter caught in his throat. Every pore on his body screamed in sheer alarm like his entire being was on the verge of being torn apart.

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But he felt something as the saber light passed through. Dazed, he lowered his head. A faint line of blood had appeared across his waist and abdomen. Tiny beads of crimson, as fine as pinpricks, welled up on his skin.

"I..."

He barely managed to utter a word before the blood suddenly burst forth. A thin, misty crimson arc sprayed wildly into the air, like an uncontrolled fountain.

His hand slapped down on his wound. At the same time, he retrieved a long-cherished brown war horn from his robes. With every ounce of strength left in his body, he brought it to his lips and blew with desperate force.

"Aooong—!" A deep, resounding horn blast echoed across heaven and earth.

The sound seemed to transcend time and space. It was like the howl of a Kui Ox from the primordial wilderness, emanating from the depths of ancient history—vast, desolate, and eternal.

"Base Planet 89876 has birthed a Primal God heart." The Divine Envoy sent out a message through the brown war horn.

In the next instant—

Boom!

The horn exploded. It disintegrated into a fine powder that drifted away, as if it had borne a burden beyond its limits. But that single blast had seemingly drained every last drop of energy from the Divine Envoy. His posture crumbled in an instant.

A decayed, lifeless gray aura coiled around him, visible to the naked eye, like a dying man in the final throes of poison-ridden agony. Yet, deep within his chest, the Primal God heart, the embryonic source of his divinity, continued to beat.

Thump. Thump.

That heartbeat yanked him back from the brink of death.

"You... I swear, you will die today," muttered the Divine Envoy as he glared at Li Xiaofei with pure venom, his face twisted in hatred.

Li Xiaofei slowly raised his blade once again. A flicker of fear flashed in the envoy’s eyes. But then, he burst into wild laughter.

"Do you know why your slash didn’t kill me? It’s because I bear the divine blessing of the great God General Angrus from Eden. You are terrifying—far beyond what any native of this base planet should be capable of. If it had been an ordinary divine blessing, perhaps I would already be dead.

"But unfortunately for you... Your greatest mistake was failing to kill me in a single strike, giving me the chance to sound the Yala Mountain Demon Ox Horn and summon the great God General Angrus. Do you feel it?"

His laughter grew more manic, his body convulsing as he roared,

"You must have noticed it, haven't you? The shifting taste of the laws in the air? Hahaha! The Yala Mountain Demon Ox Horn briefly disrupts the planetary laws—allowing the great Lord Angrus to descend with his divine power!"

"Come forth—true divine might!"

As the Divine Envoy’s words rang out, the sky churned with turbulent winds and shifting clouds. The very fabric of space seemed to distort and soften, like transparent glass melting under searing flames. And then came a sight so shocking it rendered all who witnessed it speechless—

A golden-furred hand that was so colossal that it blotted out the entire sky emerged slowly from the vortex in the warped void.

Light vanished in an instant. An endless darkness crashed down upon the world. As the hand pressed downward, it felt like an unfeeling, crushing force sought to flatten everything beneath it, like a giant palm squeezing a fragile sphere.

A suffocating sense of death enveloped everyone. The air was compressed to an unbearable extreme. Countless star beasts shrieked in agony before their bodies were crushed into pulp by the sheer force of the descending hand.

The protective barrier above Xiajing City trembled and cracked, spiderweb-like fissures spreading at an alarming rate. The walls of the city shook violently, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Li Xiaofei felt his lungs straining, as if his entire being had been thrown into an air compressor. It felt like the pressure could shatter him into oblivion in the next second.

So this... is a god?

Eden’s God General, Angrus?

Yet, for some reason, there was no fear in Li Xiaofei’s heart. Not even the slightest hint of terror. Only a silent, unwavering rage. He said nothing. He simply lifted his head and stared at that colossal hand

A giant hand. A giant hand. A damn giant hand. Did these so-called gods truly believe they can manipulate the world as they please?

Did they really think they have the right, the unquestionable authority, to treat those who struggled and fought for their lives as nothing more than grains of sand in their palms, as insects in the grass to be crushed at will?

Ahhhh! No. I refuse. I absolutely refuse!

Li Xiaofei’s black hair whipped wildly in the turbulent air.

Sword, come!

Buzz.

The rusty sword instantly appeared in his palm. That enigmatic blade, once lodged in Liu Shaji’s backside, seemed almost sentient at this moment. The instant it landed in his grasp, it felt as though it had become one with him.

A single thought was all that was needed for the rust covering its surface to flake away and swirl into the air like countless crimson motes of light. It was like a constellation of burning stars orbiting the now-pristine jade-like blade.

Countless sword techniques surged through Li Xiaofei’s mind.

The Nine Swords of Dugu. Mount Hua Sword Style. Pure Yang Swordplay. Six Meridian Divine Sword. The Tai Xuan Sutra sword techniques... Thousands. Tens of thousands. An endless, boundless ocean of sword techniques.

And in the end, every technique and fragment of understanding merged into one singular thought in Li Xiaofei’s mind.

Thrust!

As he thrust his sword into the air, there was only one belief in his heart.

I refuse!

Li Xiaofei’s sword light shot skyward. It pierced through the void. It pierced through the firmament and it pierced through that damned divine hand. The blade of light punctured the palm and straight through the back of the hand,

And then, it erupted. A violent explosion of radiant energy shattered the golden, fur-covered hand that had once blotted out the sky. Like clouds parting to reveal the sun, the darkness was banished, returning light to the heavens and the earth.

"Native, I will remember you. I will take the divinity of the Primal God myself. I will kill you." A voice, filled with boundless fury, echoed across the heavens as the golden hand vanished.

Each word and syllable carried weight as if they were branding itself upon Li Xiaofei’s very being. It was a warning, a threat, and a promise from a God General beyond the stars.

"Fuck you," cursed Li Xiaofei as he flipped off the void.

He took a deep breath. He replayed that last strike in his mind, savoring it and etching every sensation into his body and soul.

After Naihe Bridge, he had finally created another move that truly belonged to him. A sword strike of defiance. Defiance against the so-called gods. Defiance against the sickening notion that gods should rule over mortals.

"Then, this sword shall be called—Fate Breaker." He spoke the words softly, as if making a vow to himself.

Then, he slowly turned to look at the Divine Envoy. The envoy stood frozen in midair, his face drained of color. His expression, once arrogant and filled with hatred, was now blank.

Lost. Yes. Utterly lost. Something he simply could not comprehend had just happened. That sword strike hadn’t just severed the God General’s hand. It had severed his entire understanding of the world.

Only those who truly understood the power of God General Angrus could grasp the full weight of Li Xiaofei’s strike. The Divine Envoy’s eyes met Li Xiaofei’s eyes and found no rage or triumph. There was only the cold indifference of death.

But the Divine Envoy found this natural. He had no right to even stir the slightest emotion in a being capable of piercing the hand of God General Angrus.

Li Xiaofei said nothing more. He simply thrust his sword forward. A simple, unremarkable thrust.

Across a thousand meters, the blade pierced straight through the envoy’s forehead. Li Xiaofei gestured, and—

Boom!

The envoy’s chest burst open. A streak of blood arced through the air and landed in Li Xiaofei’s palm. The still-beating heart was most precious heart in the entire world.

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