Chapter 1234: Chapter 113: Night of the teor Shower (5)_3
“If the king dares, co and kill !”
“Yan Qi, do you believe in those words yourself?” Situ Yi laughed angrily, “With just you? A painter not even thirty years old, trying to kill an ancient entity that’s existed for untold millions of years?! You might not fear death, but I do. There are still six billion people on this Earth who want to live!”
At this mont, Yan Qi cald down. He closed his eyes and said coldly, “Let’s vote. Follow my words or Situ Yi’s.”
Qin Ming stood aside with crossed arms, appearing indifferent, like a spectator watching the drama. After hearing this, he said gently, “Situ, think it over, Yan Qi’s solution is brilliant. Not only can we fight the king, but a few years later we can also challenge the Dragon Species…”
“Shut up, damn it!” Yan Qi cursed, “Fools have no voting rights. Liu Zhongwu, you speak.”
Situ Yi flicked his long sleeves, “Zhongwu, look at the situation clearly! Think of all the people in the world!”
Their gazes simultaneously focused on Liu Zhongwu, whose face alternated between green and white. He hesitated for several seconds, then spoke his thoughts.
“We can’t kill millions of children.” Liu Zhongwu clenched his fists tightly, “Listen to Yan Qi.”
Situ Yi stepped back repeatedly, like a betrayed victim, yet his pale face showed no sadness, only deep despairing fear.
“Alright, alright.” Situ Yi’s eyes were red, “If you want to die, then die, but I’m looking for a way to escape. After this, we will all go our separate ways!”
The four on stage were frozen at this mont, all sorrow, fear, unease, and guilt etched on their faces. A black line pierced the clear sky, dividing the whole world in half.
It was a stroke of pitch-black ink, and the brush was held in the artist’s hand. The illusion collapsed, the stage crumbled, paper figures scattered on the ground, and the artist in black clothes and hair stepped out from behind the torn curtain, stepping on those paper figures.
The underground space brightened, illuminating the face of the single audience mber. Situ Yi wore a mysterious smile as he sang a perspective once held by soone.
“The strong and the geniuses never fear the future; they possess the determination and will to overco all difficulties and obstacles. Yet even the strongest harbor fear in their hearts, afraid of their past, of their weakness, of those battles they can never win again, and those mistakes they can never undo.”
“It’s surprising you rember my words from back then.” Yan Qi said coldly.
“Of course I rember; it’s a good line! I’m no unrivaled genius, filled with panic for the future, finding no escape. But do you, this genius, ever feel fear? If you do, it ans there’s still unrest in your heart, worrying that you might have done wrong in the past?”
Situ Yi stood up, examining his young old friend, his gaze resting on the small and exquisite Jade hanging around Yan Qi’s neck.
“Borrowing the power of the Order King and using the Hidden Law Master’s Unity Jade, such reckless actions are truly your style!” Situ Yi laughed, “And now, which Yan Qi are you? 10 years ago? 7 years ago? Or 4 years ago?”
“None of your damn business.”
“Back in the day, we conversed rrily, but now you’re so cold, it’s heartbreaking! Let’s see if the Faceless God today can surpass the Sky Extre of the past!”
Situ Yi slowly raised his hand, guiding countless threads, while Yan Qi silently wielded his brush, using ink to transform the vast world. Their powers clashed in the eerie underground, simultaneously declaring their Creation Realm Skill.
“Spiritual Image·Creation Realm, Three-Life Seal·Dust Light Record.”
“Spiritual Image·Creation Realm, Chaos Director’s Play Mortal Theater.”
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