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Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1342: End of the Chessmaster
Chapter 1342: End of the Chessmaster
"You’re from Mystic Void Continent?" His voice trembled slightly. "That’s not fair. If I had been born there, I wouldn’t have been any weaker than you!"
"Fair?" Amalia repeated the word, as if savoring its irony. "Tell me—when you slaughtered defenseless people, did you ever think about fairness? No. Because to you, ’fairness’ is something you tailor for your own benefit."
Hsu Ziyan fell silent, then suddenly turned to the Grand Elder. "So this is the threat you warned me about? I truly did leave behind a major problem... I never regret anything, but this time—I regret not having Storm Claw Overlord kill them all!"
The Grand Elder sighed and shook his head. "Even now, you refuse to see the truth. I warned you before... One day, you would bring about your own downfall."
"My downfall?" Hsu Ziyan suddenly threw his head back and laughed. "What a joke! Even if she’s at the Nascent Soul stage—so what? So am I!"
With that, he lunged at Amalia.
She didn’t move.
But Hsu Ziyan’s attack was a feint.
He wasn’t foolish enough to fight head-on without a guarantee of victory.
Planet Neo-Shengis had no spiritual energy—if he wasted too much, he’d have no way to recover.
Amalia let him pass right by her.
At the entrance, Kenny Lin drew his sword.
As Hsu Ziyan rushed forward, Kenny Lin smirked and swung his blade.
A devastating slash tore through the air.
The sheer force of the sword energy eclipsed the sky, blotting out the sun.
He could feel that death descended upon him in an instant.
Desperate, Hsu Ziyan unleashed every artifact he had.
But the moment they touched the blade’s energy, they were cleaved in half—one by one, shattered like brittle glass.
The sword’s power barely diminished.
"NO!" Hsu Ziyan screamed.
The sword energy struck.
His body was sent flying—crashing down at Amalia’s feet.
He barely lifted himself, blood spilling from his mouth, staining the ground beneath him.
Everyone was utterly confused. Just moments ago, Hsu Ziyan’s sudden surge in power had left them in despair, yet in the next instant, he was being crushed like an insignificant insect before their very eyes.
The world was changing too fast for them to keep up.
Amalia drew a blade gleaming with cold light and plunged it into Hsu Ziyan’s chest.
"I refuse! I refuse to accept this!" Hsu Ziyan roared.
He had schemed for a thousand years—only to be undone by a single, minor mistake!
"I was meant to ascend! I was meant to reach Mystic Void Continent!"
"Your subordinates are all dead. With your mere early-stage Nascent Soul stage cultivation, you won’t even make it past the spatial rift. In the end, you’ll only meet complete annihilation."
Hsu Ziyan glared at her with hatred.
But Amalia suddenly lost interest. Turning to Kenny Lin, she said, "Forget it. Just kill them."
"Not even a bit of torture to vent your anger?" Kenny Lin raised an eyebrow.
"No need," Amalia replied. "They were nothing more than minor obstacles on my path toward cultivation. I won’t waste my energy on them—we have far more important matters to attend to."
Santiago, who had been left in a state worse than death, wept bitterly. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
He would have preferred to die quickly rather than endure such torment.
Only now did he truly understand the agony of having every bone in his body shattered—an excruciating suffering beyond imagination.
Hsu Ziyan, however, did not want to die.
For nearly a thousand years, he had played the role of a chessmaster, manipulating everyone in the Andromeda Universe like pieces on a board.
Yet now, he was nothing more than an insignificant stepping stone beneath his opponent’s feet.
The realization was not only a severe blow to his pride—it was an outright humiliation.
Suddenly, a wave of wild, desperate energy erupted from Hsu Ziyan’s body.
Everyone could feel it—they were going to die.
But at that very moment, Amalia struck him on the crown of his head with a single palm.
Instantly, the power fueling his self-destruction was suppressed and dissipated.
The suffocating aura of death vanished, as if it had never existed at all—just an illusion, a trick of the mind.
Hsu Ziyan’s internal organs exploded.
The blood poured from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
His body collapsed, lifeless.
Silence fell.
The once-arrogant Hsu Ziyan, who had manipulated humans, aliens, and even the Andromeda Universe itself—was now dead.
Just like that.
Amalia stared at his corpse for a moment, then abruptly struck it again.
A dim, flickering light shot out from the body, attempting to flee toward the exit.
But before it could escape, a single hand reached out and effortlessly caught it.
With a light squeeze, a bloodcurdling scream echoed from the glowing soul fragment—before it was completely obliterated, vanishing from existence.
Santiago, sensing his foster father’s presence disappear entirely, no longer felt fear.
He only wanted to die and end his suffering.
But just then, a voice—cold and merciless—sounded above him.
"Rafael, I leave this servant to you. Don’t let him die too easily."
"Yes, Mr. Kenny! I guarantee he won’t disappoint you." Rafael accepted the task with excitement.
He had despised Santiago for a long time.
Someone so cowardly and treacherous, who had the audacity to betray Ms. Amalia’s family—he deserved no mercy.
Santiago was quickly dragged away.
As for the remaining members of the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth, they weren’t even given the chance to beg for mercy.
Amalia swiftly disposed of them.
The aliens were tense, fearing that they would be next.
At the very moment Hsu Ziyan was rendered powerless, Aeryn’Thar had considered fleeing.
But with someone still guarding the entrance, he found himself trapped—unable to advance or retreat.
To his surprise, Amalia paid him no attention at all.
After dealing with the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth members, she approached the box on the table.
Without hesitation, she reached out—her hand passing effortlessly through the transparent barrier to retrieve the item inside.