975: Chapter 961: That’s It?
975: Chapter 961: That’s It?
Want to live?
Do you deserve it?
Lu Ping’an’s undisguised youthful voice, filled with contempt and disregard.
If you are a villain who truly follows your own beliefs, then don’t be a coward now.
Do you desire peace and tranquility?
When you were blood sacrificing your own kind, did you ask them?
The murderer shall always be put to death; devoid of such resolve, how dare you wield a blade and wander the Jianghu?
Since you treat others as your bread, a selfish being, then don’t act so naively, okay?
Enjoying a peaceful life in the Exotic Realm, living well?
Do you deserve it?
How many keys (to fate) do you deserve?
Such blatant double standards, not even having the heart to hate, just amuse Lu Ping’an…
“Let’s hit the road.”
Lu Ping’an couldn’t even be bothered to lift his head as he took a step forward, ready to send Dao Zhong on his way.
“You, you…
you have no right to judge .
I can surrender myself to the authorities, let the law judge !”
Lu Ping’an stepped forward, and this “Chi Shengzi” actually took an involuntary step back.
A Law Peak, even regarded as a Rule-level existence, actually feared a re novice in the Decree-level?
That pale complexion was one thing, but those shifty eyes full of unease and fear…perhaps, the continuous setbacks had shattered his spirit?
In his eyes, the ever-hidden “Mr.
An Nan” was an irresistible natural disaster?
That hysterical screech, abandoning the gentlemanly deanor on the ground, he, without the self-respect and awareness of a villain, seed inferior to a street thug in Lu Ping’an’s eyes.
“Ha ha.”
At that mont, Lu Ping’an was genuinely amused by the villain’s deathbed performance.
Is this the heinous villain wanted across the seventeen states?
This shabby, huddled disgrace is indeed laughable.
“…The qualification to judge?
I do indeed have it.”
Not to ntion, Lu Ping’an actually had the right to judge Dao Zhong.
He casually took out a golden police badge from the Special Service Team, the Lantern Bearer’s badge that represented honor which also signified his identity.
“Zion District Special Service Team Three Lu Ping’an, a plain policeman from the ancient city of Changping State…”
Lu Ping’an shrugged his shoulders, playfully twirling the small police badge.
“You wouldn’t expect to leave this case to Xia Chuan’s colleagues, would you?
After all, you’ve slaughtered them all.
According to the principle of police force allocation, as a policeman from another city under the jurisdiction of Changping State, I have the right to handle this case.”
Lu Ping’an’s speech, half official duty and half heart-striking, really ant nothing anymore, as Dao Zhong kept his gaze fixed on that badge…
He foresaw being pursued by hostile churches, hunted down by the military, and even thought that bounty hunters might co after him, but he truly did not expect…
A police officer?
An ordinary special agent?
A plain policeman symbolizing public order, to have him cornered to this extent…
This dazzling little golden badge, once completely dismissed by “Lord of the Blood Feast” Dao Zhong, now thoroughly shook him.
He was thinking, reminiscing, hesitating if fate truly had a way of retribution…
“…you, what are you afraid of…”
Lu Ping’an, who should’ve been the weaker one, just calmly and slowly advanced.
But at this mont, his one step, precisely moved within a five-ter radius…
This was already the edge of the battle area!
“Die!”
In that instant, all of Dao Zhong’s hesitation and unease completely vanished.
His previous “weakness” looked like just a pretense…if it weren’t for Lu Ping’an having already “sensed” fear and despair, he might actually have believed all of it was a disguise.
This attack, was Dao Zhong’s all-in, his last resort.
The blood sea that he forcefully catalyzed was already upon him, this ti pushing his limits, the malodorous breeze transford with the villain’s curse into an erosion assaulting life, and Lu Ping’an was still just smiling.
“Smack!”
Blood sea t blood sea, although just a small circle, identically sourced powers still collided and exchanged.
“How can this be?”
At that mont, Dao Zhong, gasping heavily, was truly dumbfounded.
The entire room had been corroded by the blood sea, only the patch under Lu Ping’an’s feet remained protected by light-colored bloodstains.
A traitor?
No, if it were only that, he wouldn’t be so shaken…
“Qian Fu?
Impossible, it can’t be…”
When the “blood sea” dispersed again, there appeared a familiar face, only the translucent body couldn’t help but bring to mind a once familiar subordinate…
“…It can’t be, once a person dies, everything ends.”
“Yes, the pitiful Qian Fu is dead, dead from your abandonnt, dead from your betrayal…”
Lu Ping’an recounted the misfortunes of the hapless man in a lanting tone, how he was deceived, used as a human shield and abandoned, and how he cursed in his dying breath, wishing to drag his betrayer to hell with him….
But then, Lu Ping’an shook his head, no longer bothering to continue.
It wasn’t that such psychological tactics were useless, but the adversary’s eyes were darting about, his feet trembling incessantly, emitting a large amount of “fear pheromones”……
At this mont, Lu Ping’an’s gaze toward his opponent had lost all patience.
Perhaps, Chi Shengzi of the past was a great villain, a Rule Seed with responsibilities, but the current him, after weathering storms and savoring the sweetness of peace, had beco indulgent in peace and yearned for it to last forever.
When even his final dream had utterly shattered, he couldn’t even qualify as a villain anymore.
“Just, a pitiful worm who dare not face his actions, seeking a place to retire….”
Sensing his fear and visibly observing his aging, Lu Ping’an couldn’t even muster the energy to be angry.
The occupational traits of the Life system often start with combating the natural aspects of life, and the primary targets of this resistance are “Death,” “Aging,” and “Disease.”
Many of the Life system’s strongn exude an eerie sense of youth…
but conversely, once they are Out of Control, the “natural aspects of life” they’ve combated will co for them.
In front of Lu Ping’an, this pitiful worm was aging at a visibly accelerated rate.
Is he feeling guilty?
Is he ashad of his sins?
No, no, he’s rely afraid.
Afraid of the treatnt he would receive, afraid that these days of “sweet peaceful living” were just a dream, afraid that the “sins” of his hotown had co knocking at his door.
Reflection?
How could such people reflect?
They have long lost any sense of morality and bottom lines, feeling pain only when a knife is held to their own throats.
In the eyes of this “little old man,” the Lu Ping’an approaching him seed to grow more and more imposing.
But the most lethal were the spirits of his once comrades.
Was it enslavent?
Was it a curse?
Rationality tried to keep him calm, but it seed he couldn’t manage.
Having lost most of his own, Dao Zhong’s loyalties, he kept retreating, but there was no more ground to retreat to…
“You, don’t co any closer!”
When his desperate roar turned into a mist of blood, this ti, it was the sa origin of foggy gas that coiled around him.
“Yo, Liu Ku, you’re here?”
Liu Ku?
Wasn’t Liu Ku dead?
He didn’t die?
Was it a faked death?
Or…..
With his head bowed, Dao Zhong’s face looked uglier than if he were crying, and he saw a similarly pallid and translucent face……
“Not Liu Ku?!”
Of course not Liu Ku.
Liu Ku’s two Gold Coins had already been spent; how could he beco a “specter” for Lu Ping’an?
But when Dao Zhong’s entire attention was drawn to the “ghost,” Lu Ping’an took a light step…
and the fully developed Shrink Land technique allowed him to step onto Dao Zhong’s shadow.
With a soft arm-stretch, encircling “Withering” and “Dried-up” arms, he directly drained Dao Zhong’s “fresh blood.”
And for Lu Ping’an, this was only a ans to an end, to get his hands on him.
“I’ve, caught you…..”
The face full of fear was right before his eyes, the once executioner turned into a crying, wailing old man.
“Zzzt.”
The sound of tearing, accompanied by the division of life.
Lu Ping’an hadn’t needed to use several of his prepared tactics, effortlessly tearing apart Dao Zhong’s already frail life.
Gold Coins, or sothing similar, had rotted his soul, and like a drowning dog trying to survive by cutting off its own tail, faced with the inevitable “retribution,” he couldn’t even resist with reason.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, the foggy gas turned back into fresh blood, and the blood reford into flesh.
Being of the Life system himself, the youth, in touch with “Life Force,” manipulated it in the simplest and most direct way.
“Crrrick.”
With each snap, fragnts fell to the ground.
As the youth calmly walked away, his feet remained spotless, though he had donned red “gloves” on his hands.
He sighed, feeling a mix of regret and disappointnt.
He had actually been hoping for a fierce battle, preparing many spectacular “tricks,” but…
“To think that after betraying faith, betraying his own people, betraying the Church, betraying his own kind, betraying his own….
Is this it?!”
The young man couldn’t help but laugh from exasperation.
He shook his head, casting his gaze not far ahead.
“Hopefully, the next one will put up more of a fight.”
anwhile, as Lu Ping’an left, what he toyed with in his hand was no longer a badge, but coins…
three Gold Coins.
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