This Is Your Confidence in Joining Forces? Perhaps You Have Some Misunderstanding About Strength
This Is Your Confidence in Joining Forces? Perhaps You Have Some Misunderstanding About Strength
Five-colored blood condensed in his palm, transforming into a five-colored war spear, incomparably sharp. It tore through the sky and pressed down, intending to slaughter Ying Shuang.
“Damn it!”
“Even after all this, you still don’t believe me?”
Ying Shuang’s expression was ugly to the extreme.
Five-colored blood mist began to rise from his body—something akin to the blood of a god. After all, like Prince Shen, he too was a direct son of a Sky Emperor.
The might of this bloodline went without saying, causing the void itself to tremble, carrying a terrifying power that seemed to burn.
Pu!
The next instant, the two clashed together, like two asteroids colliding.
But Ying Shuang’s body shook violently, and he coughed up blood directly. His arms spasmed, nearly bursting apart.
The unmatched force transmitted through that spear strike just now had nearly split his internal organs open.
So Ying Shuang was decisive—he retreated at extreme speed, like a great peng spreading its wings, swift and imposing, employing his utmost speed, unwilling to prolong the fight.
“Where do you think you’re running?”
“Where are the Demonic Arts you cultivate? Why haven’t you used them even now? Are you looking down on me?”
Prince Shen snorted coldly and gave chase on his Four-Spirit Battle Chariot. But soon his expression changed, and he said with some shock and anger, “Gu Changge, how did you get here?”
“The Successor of Demonic Arts is my prey. Don’t tell me you’re trying to swoop in and take advantage?”
Ying Shuang, who was fleeing, also had his expression change drastically, even turning pale with fright, as if he had seen a ghost—chilled from head to toe.
He never expected ripples to appear in the void before him.
Then Gu Changge walked out from within, a smile on his face, his gaze calm and profound, his bearing divine as jade, robes fluttering, transcendent and otherworldly.
“Why have you stopped running?”
Gu Changge looked at Ying Shuang, whose face was white with terror and despair, and couldn’t help but smile faintly.
As for Prince Shen, who was chasing behind on his Four-Spirit Battle Chariot, Gu Changge simply ignored him.
“Gu Changge, I have no grievance or enmity with you. Why do you frame me again and again?”
Ying Shuang was chilled from head to toe, his limbs cold, his soul trembling. He forced himself to calm down, but his voice still quivered.
Never had there been a moment of such terror and despair as today.
Wasn’t Gu Changge contending against the Golden Ancient Bell?
How could he suddenly appear here?
“No enmity? No, there is enmity.”
Gu Changge still smiled nonchalantly. “Don’t forget your identity. The two of us are mortal enemies.”
Ying Shuang’s face was deathly pale with despair as he practically gritted out, “Why...”
Back then, he had merely been jealous of Gu Changge’s status and wanted to take everything from him. But he had almost never spoken of such things to anyone—how did Gu Changge know?
“Gu Changge, what is the meaning of this?”
“Ying Shuang is my prey!”
In the distance, Prince Shen snorted coldly and closed in on his Four-Spirit Battle Chariot. He still hadn’t figured out the current situation. Though he felt Gu Changge’s appearance was too abrupt, he didn’t think too deeply about it.
In his view, Gu Changge had simply seen that Ying Shuang was heavily injured by him and wanted to come out and pick up the scraps.
How could there be such a good deal in this world?
“What do I mean? Can’t you see it even now?”
Gu Changge glanced at him breezily and smiled. “But since Ying Shuang is your prey, I’ll hand him over to you.”
“Rest assured, I won’t interfere.”
With that, his figure drifted away, white robes billowing as he retreated to the side.
Prince Shen frowned. His instincts told him something was off about this. Could it be, as Ying Shuang said, that he had been framed?
But the next moment, seeing divine rainbows appear beneath Ying Shuang’s feet as he prepared to flee, Prince Shen’s expression changed. With no time to think further, he gave chase directly.
Hu!
The wind of a fist swept over, and Ying Shuang was sent flying like a fallen leaf, blood spraying wildly from his mouth. Who knew how many bones broke as he crashed to the ground, unable to get up for a while.
“Truly trash. I never thought you couldn’t even take one punch from me.”
“If you’re still pretending at this point, then don’t blame me for being ruthless...”
Prince Shen snorted coldly and closed in quickly, once again condensing a five-colored war spear in his hand, intending to pin Ying Shuang to the ground.
But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed drastically, as if struck by lightning, filled with disbelief.
Pu!
Blood splattered, blooming like a dazzling blood-red flower across his body.
A long, slender, fair hand pierced through from behind him, tearing him open.
The horrific wound was like ripped cloth, nearly transparent from front to back.
Gu Changge’s figure appeared behind him, his expression carrying a faint, indistinct smile.
“Gu Changge...”
“You...”
Prince Shen grunted and turned his head back, his face abruptly paling, utterly unable to believe it.
At the critical moment, Gu Changge had suddenly struck at him. Shouldn’t he have been going after Ying Shuang?
However, his reaction was quick too. He spat out a crystalline, jade-like grain of Holy Sand from his mouth.
In the blink of an eye, it grew to the size of a mountain, like a shield, smashing toward Gu Changge behind him.
“You think that will work?”
Gu Changge smiled dismissively.
Terrifying sword radiance burst forth from between his fingers, as if cast from Immortal Gold, tearing Prince Shen apart.
Five-colored divine blood, carrying a crystalline luster, rolled down through the air.
As for that mountain-sized Holy Sand, he slapped it down with his other hand—with a hong, it exploded into dust that filled the sky, scattering down.
“Gu Changge, why would you do this...”
Prince Shen vomited blood continuously, his face incomparably pale and frightened, his body nearly bursting apart.
His bones and organs had all been torn apart by Sword Qi, and within them lingered sword radiance that could not be dispelled, ceaselessly devouring his vitality, making his wounds impossible to heal.
His scalp went numb, his back was filled with cold, and his very soul nearly froze and cracked.
“Could it be that everything Ying Shuang said was true...”
He suddenly realized—he was no fool.
He simply hadn’t figured it out before, hadn’t considered that much. But now, connecting Ying Shuang’s terrified expression with Gu Changge’s actions...
He finally understood.
Ying Shuang hadn’t been lying!
So all of this—everything—had actually been orchestrated by Gu Changge alone from behind the scenes!
Gu Changge was the true Successor of Demonic Arts!
This nearly made Prince Shen’s skull explode with bone-piercing cold. Before this, he had never once considered such a thing.
Which meant that from the very beginning, Gu Changge had been scheming against everyone—even the various orthodoxies and powers had been toyed with in the palm of his hand.
Just how terrifying was that?
The mere thought of it sent chills down one’s spine.
“I told you long ago, but you just wouldn’t believe me.”
Ying Shuang spat out a mouthful of blood and climbed up from the ground. Seeing this scene, a trace of schadenfreude flashed through his eyes, but it quickly turned gloomy again.
“Right now, only by joining forces do the two of us have a chance to escape from his hands.”
“Otherwise, we’ll both die here today.”
“Gu Changge, wa—”
Ying Shuang was about to say more when his expression suddenly changed drastically and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
At some point, Gu Changge had suddenly appeared before him and stomped down directly.
With a kacha, bones shattered. Under that terrifying force, his entire body nearly exploded.
This speed was too fast—it was as if he had vanished into thin air.
“Join forces?”
“Do you two have some misunderstanding about your own strength?”
Gu Changge smiled nonchalantly as terrifying demonic qi abruptly emerged in his hand.
The next moment, the Eight Barren Demon Halberd fell into his grasp, emitting a trembling hum that split the heavens. He swung it down casually.
The terrifying blade light seemed to fall from another universe, crossing over and arriving in the blink of an eye.
Its edge was peerless, piercing through all things, directly impaling Prince Shen once more as his expression changed drastically and he tried to resist.
The void exploded at that instant, terrifying cracks spreading a hundred li in a flash.
The many Yin Spirits that sensed this terrifying aura, even having lost their minds, dared not approach, fleeing in trembling terror.
“This is your confidence in joining forces?”
“Truly unable to withstand a single blow.”
Gu Changge laughed casually.
Black Grand Runes circulated in the void, auspicious light and mist rising, transforming into a Grand Flask that descended toward Prince Shen below.
Hong!!
But the next moment, Prince Shen’s expression changed drastically. Within his Knowledge Sea, a peerless aura emerged.
A Nirvana Grade Sword manifested, golden and brilliant as if cast from divine gold, dazzling and resplendent. A small Primordial Spirit figure held this sword and slashed out.
Terrifying phantoms emerged along its path.
The universe split open, stars collapsed, and even worlds returned to ruin beneath this one sword.
But Gu Changge merely pressed two fingers forward with a calm expression, and a wisp of sword radiance burst forth, ringing sharply.
All ornamentation washed away, all returning to mortal dust.
The two swords collided, and the terrifying aftershock nearly destroyed heaven and earth. Prince Shen grunted, a crack splitting his brow, his small Primordial Spirit figure nearly collapsing.
“I don’t believe it!”
He couldn’t help but roar. Within his soul, a lamplight flickered.
A purple-gold divine lamp emerged, and the moment it appeared, it exuded the aura of the Sacred Emperor Realm, capable of burning down the very sky.
As the direct son of Sky Emperor Shen, he likewise possessed a life-saving treasure, one that could only be activated when his life hung by a thread.
Weng!!
However, Gu Changge had anticipated this. The Grand Flask emerged behind him, black light cascading down, boundless gray mist surging to the heavens, directly enveloping and descending.
Though it was merely condensed into form...
Even a Sacred Emperor Realm divine lamp was quickly swallowed into it.
“So you really are the true Successor of Demonic Arts... You hid it so deeply.”
Prince Shen’s face was white, his entire body trembling. Even his Four-Spirit Battle Chariot had been shaken into dust by the Grand Runes.
“You’re all just too stupid, that’s all.”
Gu Changge smiled dismissively, and terrifying black light instantly engulfed him.
Immediately after, the sounds of unwillingness and furious roars coming from within made Ying Shuang’s hair stand on end, his soul trembling, terrified to the extreme.
“Gu Changge, you can’t kill me.”
“If you kill me, your identity will definitely be exposed.”
His voice quivered, wanting to kneel and beg for mercy.
In the end, he was nothing more than a lowly servant boy. At this moment, he was nearly scared out of his wits.
“That’s not necessarily true.”
Gu Changge laughed casually, then struck out with a palm. With a pu, he slapped him to death directly, body and soul annihilated.
To the very last moment, Ying Shuang had still been planning to beg for mercy, filled with despair and terror.
Of course, before that, Gu Changge had already seized the Fortuity Points of this so-called Body Possession-type Fortuitous One.
Just to be safe, Gu Changge also preserved the wisp of soul within his spirit that was connected to the Soul Lamp.
At the same time, the System’s notification sounded.
<*Ding!* Fortuitous One slain. Zero Fortuity Rule drop triggered. Dropping Heavenly Gift Treasure Chest. Calculating...>
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PS: My sincere apologies for these past few days. The missed chapters will be made up later.