It’s that human...
At that mont, both White Drawing and the Emperor who had broken out from the Paint World could only see each other.
Around them, neither the formidable Four Holy Army nor the High Priest who had also attained King-level power mattered in their eyes.
The Emperor knew that this was a terrifying monster capable of overturning the Myriad Clans. If he did not kill it today, he would not be able to sleep peacefully.
After all, no one wants to one day be replaced without notice, while those around remain oblivious, with others taking their place, wielding their power, and lying with their won...
White Drawing was also staring intensely at the Emperor.
From the mont White Drawing trapped him in the Paint World, it had a feeling that he would certainly break out.
Ancient genetic mories told it that in any world, a person so unreasonably favored by destiny is definitely the Child of Destiny of that world.
Each world in this starry sky is a huge living entity, which possesses strong premonition against external threats. Such large life forms cannot defend themselves alone but cultivate powerful beings through their unique thods to oppose external enemies.
Worlds are contradictory; they fear nurturing life too powerful that it might abandon them in pursuit of the heavens, yet they also fear that life within their domain is too weak to handle external threats.
Many young worlds have perished due to failing to maintain this balance, consud by Demon Statues, turning them into dead stars.
This world too is young and conflicted, but it has evidently recognized the danger. It has committed absolute destiny to this human, instilling a sense of threat.
This fellow... must die!
White Drawing was staring fixedly at him, understanding that if this person was not yet fully matured, as soon as he dies, the world would need infinite ti to find another one to cultivate, and White Drawing would not allow it that ti, aning, if this human dies, the world would have no defense.
Both parties’ intentions to kill were firm, reaching a crescendo in an instant. The tangible murderous intent made the surrounding Four Holy Army subconsciously back away.
Such resolute murderous intent, yet neither was in a hurry to make a move, instead observing each other face to face.
Because both sensed that the victory or defeat... would be determined by a single move!
The Emperor was very aware of his physical condition; his threats to King of Qin were not empty words nor held any reserves. He really had only one bullet left. His eldest sister’s Yin Yang power, although sealing his King-level power preventing him from suffocating, also placed a massive strain on his internal organs. Under those circumstances, if it were not for the Four Holy Army provoking them, they would have chosen to withdraw temporarily.
After all, obtaining the Vermilion Bird was already a huge victory, and holding the Mother and Child Ghost Temples, they didn’t need to fight for a montary win.
Now here, if it were not for this monster possessing a decisive intent to kill him, he truly wouldn’t risk this final confrontation.
White Drawing thought the sa; it clearly understood the condition of this human, who was on the verge of collapse, yet it couldn’t comprehend why such a person could still exhibit such overwhelming montum and a threatening presence that it couldn’t ignore.
It owned the Paint World and virtually had infinite stamina; it could just temporarily leave here, and without confronting directly, it could break through to King-level in rely a quarter-hour. Then, returning, apart from the woman from Black Tortoise Palace who mastered Yin Yang, no one would be its opponent.
But it clearly knew it couldn’t escape.
The man locked it in place the instant he ca out of the Paint World; if it retreated even a little, it would die!
"Human..." White Drawing spoke, "If you leave today, I will spare your life and not trouble you."
Everyone was startled; they hadn’t expected this monster, after a prolonged confrontation, to speak such soft words.
The Emperor looked at White Drawing. This proposal was actually very tempting. Retreating now would be an excellent result for his force, since even if he won now, it would an a collapse from exhaustion, and whether his elder sister could lead the entire army to safely retreat was a major concern.
And if he could preserve that last bit of energy, even Kagura, that dangerous woman, would not easily act against his side.
But very tempting... it is a lure...
The Emperor took a deep breath, his chest completely covered by golden flas, almost fully rging with the Golden Crow Fla. When he opened his eyes again, his montum and the flas had almost completely fused together.
At this mont, although his body was under severe strain, his montum and condition were the best they have ever been in his life.
"You’re unwilling?" White Drawing said with an icy gaze.
The Emperor didn’t speak. The rising montum had already said it all.
At this mont, he had reached the peak of his power. Agreeing to the other party now, even just a ntal relaxation, would cause the hard-earned montum to collapse.
Would he trust a monster to keep its promise?
He would not entrust his destiny to the King of Qin, a stranger, in the past, and he most certainly wouldn’t entrust it to a monster now.
Whether the other party’s proposal was true or false, today... only one of them would survive!
"If you desire so... then I shall fulfill your wish..." White Drawing no longer harbored any roundabout thoughts, and imdiately countless Spiritual Power erged out of nowhere. The space around seed to lt, countless mountain-like black inks surged into its body, and everything around turned into an ancient painting style under the invasion of this ink!
"Retreat!"
The High Priest didn’t hesitate to command the Four Holy Army to retreat, he didn’t want to be involved in the battle between these two monsters, knowing clearly how the Martial Legacy Priest had died.
"Here it cos..."
Chen Qing stared intensely at the situation, sensing the ultimate battle begin at the mont when both reached their peak montum.
The first to make a move was still the Emperor.
This man’s power was expansive and straightforward; despite the scheming and cunning prevalent in his nature, his strength was magnificent and straightforward. He never took a roundabout approach. Facing any strange phenona, it seed he always overca with a direct punch, with a philosophy of overpowering all tactics with sheer force.
Indeed, a worthy protagonist of the Human Race selected by the world, truly remarkable, but...
"That is...." Ziyue turned pale as she saw the Emperor’s powerful montum, for she witnessed an even more incredible scene.
Next to White Drawing, the black ink spread out, suddenly turning everything around into black and white, all Elental Power seed to be traced back to a more primitive force at that mont, turning into a circle...
This power... she had seen it before!
Originating from a point, forming Yin and Yang, then creating the Four Symbols leading to the creation of the Eight Trigrams, generating myriad things!
"The Two Instrunts!!"
Ziyue couldn’t help but exclaim: "How could it do this?"
"Well...." Chen Qing bitterly smiled, actually having guessed this before the fight, though he felt it was the worst possibility, he didn’t expect it to actually happen.
"Its ability is to copy... whatever it sees and can draw in the Paint World, it can use. It turns out its talent is good enough, it saw the Two Instrunts once and drew it."
Ziyue: "...."
What the hell... How many abilities did you endow this monster with that I don’t know about?
"What about the Emperor?"
"He lost..." Chen Qing said without hesitation: "Pure force... can’t break the Two Instrunts!"
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