Then let them show their loyalty!

Chapter 904 Zhao Ji: A Mere High-Level God King (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Sensing the concentrated sword intent, the arrogant and deep-thinking Berserker God King, carrying the giant axe, instantly composed himself.

For the first time, a hint of fear appeared in his tiger-like eyes, which were accustomed to killing.

Although he was arrogant and tyrannical, he was not entirely a brute. Therefore, from the moment Zhao Ji appeared out of nowhere in the world passage, he had been sensing Zhao Ji's strength.

An Order God King whose strength is at the peak of Level 4.

He poses little threat.

It was precisely because he had confirmed this that the Berserker God King dared to be so arrogant, claiming he could hold off ten thousand men.

As a result, after Zhao Ji drew her sword, he sensed something was wrong.

The opponent's strength has clearly not changed much; they are still at the peak of level four.

However, he could sense that the seemingly ordinary sword in the other person's hand was emanating a terrifying aura that made his heart tremble.

His near-advanced God King realm made his intuition incredibly sharp.

He sensed a deadly intent emanating from the sword and from Zhao Ji herself.
Although Berserker was the strongest and highest-ranking among all the God-Kings present, none of the God-Kings who were invited by Ghost Face to participate in this operation were ordinary people.

Therefore, when Zhao Ji drew her sword, most of the god-kings present were startled and their faces became more wary.

Even the Ghost Face God King, who had just looked so confident, suddenly narrowed his eyes beneath his mask.

Clearly, he realized he had underestimated the "Qiu Tu" god-king before him.

However, although he discovered that Qiu Tu's strength was different from what he had imagined, it did not mean that he was afraid of Qiu Tu in front of him.

After all, Qiu Tu was just one person, while they had a total of 13 god-kings who were no weaker than Qiu Tu.

Killing or capturing Qiu Tu was never his goal. His goal was to kill or capture him without suffering any casualties.

So, when he realized that Qiu Tu really had the ability to reduce the number of people in this operation, Ghost Face's mind raced and he started thinking of countermeasures.

He scanned the other god-kings with his spiritual power, and after a moment, he made up his mind.
“‘Qiu Tu’ God King, I feel like there’s some misunderstanding between us.”

The masked voice emanated from the mask, carrying a seductive, hoarse quality.

"Why did you run away or fight to the death the moment you met us tonight?"

"We have no deep-seated hatred for each other; we are simply serving different masters. But this is not an unchangeable conflict."

He took two steps forward, adopting a sincere and open attitude, "You're a smart man; you should be able to see the current situation clearly. If a fight breaks out, you will have no chance of escaping today."

"No matter how strong you are, you can't possibly kill us all, can you?"

"Wouldn't it be a pity if your talent were to be wasted like this?"

"How about this?" The Ghost-Faced God King paused for a moment, then offered his suggestion, "You submit to the royal court and join my Shadow Tribe."

"As the commander of the Shadow Division, I assure you that your treatment in the Royal Court will absolutely not be inferior to that of the Temple of Order."

"Furthermore, I can also petition His Majesty for you the position of Deputy Commander." He looked at Qiu Tu before him, smiling as he increased his stakes.
"With your abilities, you will surely achieve great things in the film industry."

"It won't be long before they're on equal footing with me."

"At that time, wealth, honor, and supreme power will be within easy reach. Isn't that much better than being a pawn that could be sacrificed at any moment in that treacherous place, the Temple of Order?"

It must be said that, as one of the two leaders of the Shadow Division, Ghost Face has the ability to bewitch people.

Therefore, upon hearing his words, the eleven god-kings present all changed their expressions and displayed different mannerisms.

Clearly, no one expected that a hunting expedition would suddenly turn into a surrender offer.

However, Zhao Ji seemed not to hear the promise of high-ranking official positions and generous rewards.

She stood there quietly, like an iceberg, her aura growing more solid and terrifying with the passage of time.

The unsheathed longsword trembled slightly in her hand, emitting not a sword's cry, but a low groan as if the very space itself was mourning.

The air around her seemed to thicken, and the moonlight appeared to materialize, shining on her, only to be distorted and refracted by the invisible sword force.

The brows beneath the ghost mask were furrowed into a knot.

Failed.

The opponent's will was as firm as a rock, and his psychological tactics clearly had no effect. Instead, they gave the opponent more time to gather his sword momentum.

This enemy was far more troublesome than he had imagined.
Thinking this through, Ghost Face's eyes turned cold, and he changed his approach: since persuasion didn't work, he'd try applying pressure.
Ghost Face knew that for a master swordsman like him, strength was secondary; the most important thing was his "heart".

Once the "heart" is cracked or filled with doubt, then the strength will immediately be greatly reduced.

Thinking this, his voice involuntarily turned cold.

He said, "Qiu Tu, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

"You don't actually think we're the only trump card in this operation, do you?" The expression on the ghost mask even distorted slightly.

He said, "Do you really think His Majesty would be completely unaware that we're conducting such a large-scale operation within the 'Royal Court'?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "destroying tyrant" and tried to see even the slightest wavering on Zhao Ji's face.

He said, "To tell you the truth, His Majesty's will at this moment may be focused right here."

"Even if you are very strong, can you be stronger than a high-level God-King?"

"If you resist today, you will surely die. If you are willing to surrender, I can plead with His Majesty on your behalf, and you will still have a glimmer of hope."

Upon hearing the title "Destruction Tyrant," the expressions of the God-Kings present immediately turned serious. Clearly, having ruled the Destruction Court for so many years, the Destruction Tyrant had long since become the true emperor in the eyes of all the "Destruction God-Kings."

However, to everyone's surprise, Zehime's reaction was completely different.

She slowly raised her head, and for the first time, her cold, clear eyes, hidden in the shadows, looked directly at the Ghost Face God King.

Then she slowly began to speak.
"He's just a mere high-level god-king."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"If he dares to come, I dare to kill him."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

The Ghost-Faced God King was stunned, as were the Berserker God King and the eleven God Kings behind him. They even wondered if they had misheard.

How dare a mere fourth-level god-king, who was surrounded by them, say that he would kill the Tyrant of Destruction?
Has she gone mad?

Of all the god-kings, the first to react was the Berserker God-King who stood in front of Zhao Ji.

"court death!"

As a loyal follower of the Destroyer Tyrant, the Berserker God King roared like thunder, and then his towering body instantly unleashed a terrifying aura like a landslide and a tsunami!
A deafening "BOOM!" was heard!
The ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and he transformed into a black afterimage. The giant axe in his hand cleaved through the sky with a force that could tear apart heaven and earth, and cleaved down towards Zhao Ji!

"Berserk!"

The Ghost-Faced God King was startled and instinctively cried out. Clearly, he felt the Berserker was being too reckless. His opponent had been building up his sword momentum, trying to buy time or distract him; charging in now was simply a head-on collision!
However, the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he suppressed the urge to step forward.

Because Ghost Face suddenly remembered that the Berserker God King was not an ordinary God King like them, but a Guardian God King who was only half a step away from becoming a high-level God King!
Throughout the entire "Eternal Continent," only high-level God-Kings can reliably defeat him. Even the other guardian God-Kings can only manage a 50/50 match against him at best.

Therefore, the one I should be worried about is not him, but the "Qiu Tu" God King in front of me.

After all, his primary objective for tonight's operation was to capture "Qiu Tu" God King alive, not to actually kill him.

A living head of an intelligence agency is far more valuable than a dead one.

Thinking this, the Ghost Face God King was a little nervous, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he focused intently on the battle.

The Ghost-Faced God King remained silent. Although the eleven God Kings behind him had the urge to rush forward, they exchanged glances with those around them and decided to wait and see for the time being.

After all, they were similar to Ghost Face in that they believed that although the Berserker God King's move was reckless, it didn't pose much of a problem.

At this moment, this is where Zhao Ji landed.

Before the axe blade even arrived, the Berserker God King's violent axe wind had already carved a deep trench in the ground.

An aura of destruction swept over us, as if it would crush everything in front of us into dust.

However, despite this earth-shattering attack, Zhao Ji's eyes behind her silver mask remained completely unmoved.

It's like a cold, austere iceberg.

Just as the giant axe was about to strike, she finally moved.

She did not dodge, parry, unleash any earth-shattering aura, or employ any complex and profound techniques.

She simply drew her sword!

"Zheng——"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The sound was very soft, yet it drowned out the wind, the roar of the berserker, and the rumble of the world passage in operation.

A sword light, indescribable in words, shone brightly under the crimson moonlight. The light was not dazzling, even somewhat dim, yet it seemed to gather all the sharpness of heaven and earth.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Everyone could clearly see that the seemingly ordinary sword light light lightly met the unstoppable giant axe of the Berserker God King.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no deafening roar of divine power.

The moment the sword light touched the axe blade was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter—silent and yet unstoppable.

The berserker's ferocious, triumphant smile was still frozen on his face.

The smug, knowing look in Ghost Face's eyes remained unchanged.

All the Shadow God Kings' forward-charging postures were frozen in mid-air.

Only that sword light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the eternal night, vanished in a flash.

"Pfft."

A soft sound, like cloth being torn, rang out.

Then, everything returned to normal.

The wind keeps blowing.

The world's passage continues to turn.

only……

The charging figure of the Berserker God King suddenly froze in place.

His ferocious expression froze instantly, replaced by utter astonishment and disbelief.

He lowered his head, staring blankly at his chest. There, a thin line of blood, as fine as a hair, stretched from his left shoulder to his right hip, diagonally piercing through his proud, indestructible armor and divine body.

How...?

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead, blood gushed from it.

But that wasn't the most terrifying part. The most terrifying part was that his body began to rapidly disintegrate from his feet.
That is the most extreme rule of destruction in the world!
He, a half-step advanced god-king of the "path of destruction," was actually destroyed by the "rules of destruction"?!

Perhaps because this event was too shocking, when the Berserker God King's life force rapidly dissipated, the last thing remaining in his tiger eyes was extreme shock and... bewilderment.

"boom!"

In the end, the Berserker God King's massive body, along with his armor and giant axe, was instantly shredded into a sky full of gray-white dust!
Then it was scattered all over the earth.

one move.

Just one move.

Half-step advanced God King, one of the best among the Guardian God Kings, the Berserker God King, fell!

The whole world fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The Ghost-Faced God King and the eleven God Kings behind him were completely stunned, their minds blank.

They stood frozen in place, their bodies ice-cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They felt as if they were having an absurd nightmare.

"Crack."

At this moment, the Berserker God King's earth-shattering attack finally came to an end.

The silver mask on Zhao Ji's face was neatly cut in half, revealing Qiu Tu's incredibly handsome face.

However, combined with Zhao Ji's aloof temperament, it unexpectedly gave her a touch of asceticism and icy handsomeness.
At this moment, Zhao Ji turned her head, her cold gaze piercing through the distance of space, landing on the Ghost Face God King and the 11 God Kings who had completely lost their will to fight.

She slowly sheathed her sword, then gave the Ghost-Faced God King a deep look.

"You're really lucky tonight."

After saying that, she didn't look at anyone again, turned around, took a step, and her figure merged into the world passage with rotating starlight and disappeared.

Only eleven trembling god-kings remained, along with those chilling words they would never forget.

Throughout the entire process, the legendary tyrant of destruction never appeared.
Half an hour later.
Inside the temporary camp of Princess Huiming in the chaotic Western Capital.

The tent was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was not as noisy as outside; instead, there was an unusual tranquility.

Princess Huiming, dressed in a black python robe, sat upright behind a long table, toying with a smooth black chess piece in her hand, her exquisite face revealing no emotion.

Before her, Ruolan stood bowed, her head lowered, her breathing extremely soft, and she dared not utter a word.

A moment later, Princess Huiming looked up at her, then asked expressionlessly, "What did you just say? Ghost Face and the others failed? And Berserker died?"
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(End of this chapter)