The dust slowly disperses.
The view becos clear.
Finally, Richard erges from the ruins, dragging sothing in his hand.
Lo and behold, it is a person, an old man, even older than the elderly Gao Ge of the past, by an imasurable number of years.
Seeing the old man, anyone would involuntarily think—reaching the extre of aging must look like this.
His hair has completely fallen out, with no eyebrows, beard, or any body hair remaining. His body is hunched, his bones frail like twigs, his skin loose beyond imagination, like an old wax-yellow bag draped over bones.
His entire face almost has no muscle left, barely more than a skull with a layer of skin. His eye sockets are deeply recessed, and his eyeballs a murky gray, like glass balls with impurities, making one wonder if he can see anything.
Richard, dragging the old man, stops after leaving the ruins, slightly tilting his head to gaze at the giant Gao Ge in the sky, and lightly chuckles, "You said many things just now. I was busy with important business and didn’t respond one by one, but it’s not too late to respond now."
"You asked what I did. By now, I think you should know."
"You said your palace was your burial, so you can die in peace. I think your palace is your burial, hoping you can truly die in peace."
"You said if I chose my path, I should calmly accept everything. Naturally, I can do that, but I wonder if you can?"
Having said that, Richard shifts slightly, changing the hand holding the old man.
A hint of amusent crosses his face as he blinks, looking at the giant Gao Ge in the sky and continuing, "You also said you want to test my strength. Actually, I’m doing the sa; I want to test the astounding ans of the last mber of the Truth Society and see what remnants of the Ancient Wizard Civilization are like."
"You said after trying, you think I’m weaker than you thought. I feel the sa—after trying, you seem rather ordinary. Attack-wise, it’s barely decent, but rely increasing energy with no brilliant techniques.
Even showing a lost space magic or ti magic could have opened my eyes, but you... didn’t... It seems from the Ancient Wizard Civilization’s heritage, you inherited less than what I gained from Balta...
Thinking about it, it makes sense. According to you, the best of the Ancient Wizard Civilization went to explore the unknown white light and never returned. The next best remained on a larger plane, continuing to strive for breakthroughs until they disappeared in the unknown white light.
Only people like you who can’t be called excellent, conservative, survive and claim to have the entire Ancient Wizard Civilization’s foundation, but don’t. You’re not a representative of the Ancient Wizard Civilization, just an ordinary or even foolish existence within it. Because the better ones died, you had a chance to stand out, clinging to life until now, becoming what’s called a God.
Seeing through this, I decided not to test you further, wasting ti, but to resolve you early and use the ti on more important matters—after all, my ti is precious."
The ten giant Gao Ge in the sky listened, expressions attempting anger but didn’t dare, side-eyeing Richard silently without rash actions.
The old man in Richard’s hand, however, moved slowly towards his clothes, as if wanting to do sothing. But it couldn’t escape Richard’s perception; he reached into the old man’s clothes and crushed a shell-like pendant.
The old man imdiately stopped moving, seemingly dead, while Richard turned his attention back to the ten giant Gao Ge in the sky.
"Right, I rember you said you’re immortal, invincible, assimilated with the plane, and no matter how many tis you’re killed, you’d revive, growing stronger each ti and even forming more clones. If true, dealing with you would indeed be troubleso; just a pity, it’s rely your claim, a lie.
Considering logically—if you could truly do that, why worry about lifespan nearing its end? If you could do that, why didn’t other Truth Society mbers do it, leaving you, the last mber, to do it?
In fact, from our eting, the one appearing was rely a ’puppet’ controlled by the ’real you,’ the enlargent being a ’puppet,’ and the clone also a ’puppet.’ Being ’puppet,’ once destroyed, a new one can be quickly made.
Speaking of which, calling it ’puppet’ isn’t accurate. The correct term should be ’Luluxiu Technique,’ right? Derived from the ’Ultimate Puppetry Skill’ and improved by an outstanding wizard of the Ancient Wizard Civilization nad ’Luluxiu,’ rather excellent, reasonable as your life-saving trump card.
However, it has a flaw—each ’Luluxiu Puppet’ constantly consus energy, growing more vigorous the more it moves. Therefore, you initially avoided direct battle with , inclining towards quick resolution if unavoidable. Constantly resurrecting and creating more ’Luluxiu Puppets’ was rely to intimidate and make despair.
If your plan succeeded, your true body hidden hundreds of ters beneath your palace in a secret chamber would be safe. If I’m not mistaken, your true body has undergone many soul transfers to extend lifespan, nearing collapse and unable to transfer again, thus lying like a living dead underground, waiting for your body to expire.
Unfortunately, I ruined your plan, directly pulling your true body out, forcing this unfortunate situation. I admit you prepared a lot for today, worked hard, but... the ga is now over, so... face reality, Mr. Gao Ge."
In concluding, Richard lowers his head, looks at the playing dead old man in his hand, exhales, "Mr. Gao Ge, I’ve said almost all I wanted, it’s your turn now. I hope you can cooperate; that way, maybe we still have sothing to talk about."
"Alright..." Gao Ge, extrely aged, moves slightly, emitting indistinct sounds from his throat, while in the sky, ten giant Gao Ge instantly crumble.
The murky eyeballs turn slightly, Gao Ge looks at Richard and asks, "You want to negotiate, then... truly, let’s talk... but before that, I want to clarify sothing—were you struck into the ruins by my attack, coincidentally discovering in the secret chamber and realizing the truth? If so, then I’d say it’s rely fate’s jest, proving a supre ’God’ doesn’t want to win."
Richard laughs, "Mr. Gao Ge, haven’t you understood? It’s not a fate issue, purely a matter of capability—you really aren’t exceptional, so regardless of preparedness, it’s rely self-consolation. Before the battle, I knew you were hidden in the secret chamber below the palace; otherwise, there was no need to control the battle range near here throughout. So even if you hadn’t struck into the ruins, I could pull you out anyti I wanted."
"How... how is that possible?" Gao Ge is stunned.
"Why not?" Richard retorts.
"Then... when did you discover it?" Gao Ge racks his brain but can’t comprehend, asking aloud.
Richard answers, "Rember, before in the palace, when negotiations broke down and you used the ’Destiny Worm’? After using the ’Destiny Worm,’ I cooperated by sitting in place, quietly awaiting its effect for nearly ten seconds. It’s not short; I almost fell asleep.
You wouldn’t think, during that ti, I’d honestly wait doing nothing, would you? In fact, during that ti, I used a little trick hard to explain you and scouted around, discovering your true form underground."
"Is... that so..." Gao Ge’s voice grows somber, "I sowhat understand your capability issue... Before the battle, the result is determined. I thought I had control over everything; the truth is precisely the opposite... truly laughable..."
After speaking, Gao Ge remains silent for a while.
After so ti, Gao Ge speaks up again, looking at Richard seriously, "In that case, let’s truly talk openly. You can propose any condition, anything within my ans, I can help with—except for one thing, that is the coordinates of the space jump point.
As long as you don’t request the space jump point coordinates, don’t attempt other planes, don’t increase the risk of ’Divine Punishnt’ descending again, everything else, I can agree to."
Hearing this, Richard’s expression montarily shifts, looking at Gao Ge as if seeing an obstinate old fossil. He too falls silent.
After several seconds of silence, Richard asks Gao Ge earnestly, "Then what else is there to talk about?"
"Of cou... course, to discuss anything besides that."
"Is it necessary?"
"How not..." Gao Ge can’t help saying, but stops mid-sentence, body stiffening.
"Crack!"
Richard’s hand directly breaks Gao Ge’s neck.
Afterward, Richard exhales a long sigh.
"Sigh—"
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