Chapter 314 āWhite Riverās Blade (p5)
Yes, it must be the power of the gods to be able to suppress someone of White Riverās level. Otherwise, how else can they explain this mystery?
After a long while of this suppressed mood, Du Wei honestly thought the Shaman King would be done for then, especially when the manās skin had turned translucent like its disappearing from existence. However, it was then that the person actually laughedā¦.
Thatās right, White River was laughing!
āHahaā¦ Hahaā¦ā Thereās no falseness in that glee like heās achieved his greatest dream, thatās the sort of happiness Du Wei got from the tone.
āHahaā¦. HAHAā¦ HAHAHAā¦.ā The laughter only grew louder the more he corroded away, āThank you, Pope. I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything, you have my gratitude!ā
As a result of that misplaced and odd phrase, a sense of unease was quickly brewing within Igorās heart. From what used to be firm and stead, the seniorās hand now trembled and swayed.
āThatās right, I thank you,ā heaving out a long sigh, āIām thanking you because Iāve finally found what Iāve been looking for.ā
All of a sudden, the Shaman Kingās body jerked and propelled himself high up into the air. In light of that surreal might of the godly power pressing down, White River now moves like heās free again!
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āBecause of you, because of you Popeā¦.ā The manās voice lowers into a murmur, āIāve finally found a reason to draw my blade!ā
As his words came to an end, White Riverās hand have already landed on the handle strapped to his waist. Next moment, a faint glowing light dazzles the world as he draws it. Though itās not blinding nor extreme, but the effects were difficult to describe due to its spreading characteristic.
Thatās right, itās spreadingā¦.
Du Wei have to say heās never seen something this strange before. Light doesnāt just spread like an infection, itā¦ it simply doesnāt! Furthermore, the Shaman Kingās ailing body have reshaped itself once that light came into contact, reconstructing and breathing life back into him.
The Pope naturally didnāt want his foe to regenerate when heās done so much, but his faltering self could do no more as he had no energy left in his veins. Besides, the slash that came flying down from above as a result of White Riverās next attack was critical. First came the seeping blood around the corner of Igorās mouth, then it was the sleeve bursting apart before blood came dripping down from the arms like threads of silk!
Itās quite apparent the Grand Prophecy Spell has been broken with that swing, but that definitely came at a huge cost to the user as well, evident by how hard the Shaman King came crashing down to the ground from the air. Staggering upon contact, White River now needs to use his blade to act as a cane in order to stand upright.
āGrand Prophecy Spell,ā still weak his voice, āPope, you nearly killed me there with that legendary ability. To think you would have something of that magnitude up your sleeve. Tell me, did your goddess give you that power? Pity though, with your current grasp of things, you are not able to fully wield it just yet. Otherwise, I probably wouldnāt have been able to overcome your control.ā
Letting his words to fully sink in, White River originally wanted to say more there. However, his attention was grabbed by the rolling stick that bumped against his feet ā It was the Popeās golden rod and it has shattered in half after being dropped from that blow.
With a glance, the man frowned and showed a strange expression over what he saw.
āHaha, Haha, Hahaha.ā On ground as well after losing his reason to stand, Igorās sudden laughter sounded almost hysterical when he saw the foe picking up his rod: āYes Shaman King, that is indeed the Grand Prophecy Spell like you suspected. Just that, the power wasnāt given to me by the goddess, but from that thing!ā The old fella then points to the broken rod in White Riverās hand.