Above Destiny

Chapter 708 Face
Usurper.

A tyrant is nothing!
It's not that Ji Jue has played too many high-level games and become so arrogant that he looks down on tyrants.

Because in high-level games, people generally look down on tyrants.

It can be said that among all the great evils and their subordinates, tyrants are the most shameful.

It's so shameful that when the Whirlpool invited everyone to a meeting, they all wanted to sit at the same table as the White Pavilion... They're not even as good as the Evil Transformation Cult without Lu Changsheng!
At least those are real cockroaches; they're everywhere.

And what about the tyrants? They're all shut-ins who live in their own little worlds, seemingly all-powerful and absolute in their own little corner of the earth. But when it comes to adding someone as a friend, they have to flutter their antennae like cockroaches for ages. And besides being scary, they never get any good results.

Even between tyrants, it can be said that they dislike each other and there is no possibility of any alliance. What they like most is to fight to the death.

If a tyrant cannot unite internally, and is destined never to do so, how could he possibly submit to someone else?
However, it has little effect on external affairs.

What other use could it have?
Brother, the Federation and the Empire are still watching you!

It can only be said that the Tengen system was both their strength and their weakness.

In the present world, they dare not compete with the Federation and the Empire for resources; caught in the vortex, they have nowhere to go.

Other factions caught in the vortex at least have big shots and experts.

Leaving aside Wulou Temple, which has a close connection between its upper and lower courtyards, Yousui, which is a cluster of schools, and Tianxin Society, which throws out dungeons whenever it has nothing to do, even wolves have two wolf leaders, the Mountain Wolf and the Heart Wolf, and now there is also Ji Jue.

塔？
I'm sorry, there's nothing there!

There was only one tower, coldly and calmly swallowing everything.

On this path, from the very beginning, there has been, only and can be only one ruler, and that is the tower itself!
The tyrants of the world are at best agents, or even thieves; whether they live or die is of no concern to the Tower.

The unfinished tower is often hidden in the shadows, existing alongside the celestial origin of the world.

This connection is even closer than that between a white deer and a wolf.

The cause of the Tower's corruption lies within the souls of all the Chosen Ones of Heaven; the seed was planted the moment they received their selection.

Therefore, Tianyuan needs the most examinations, the collective, and the protection of Tiandu and Diyu; otherwise, the higher one goes, the closer and more menacing the shadow of the tower becomes.

If you're unlucky, one wrong step could lead to complete assimilation and death, leaving you a mangled mess.

If you're lucky, you might get away with not going in, but that's only temporary. Playing with fire and wetting the bed will only lead to your own downfall.

Even better, with a bit of luck, one could use this authority from the tower to maintain their rule and control over those below them...

This is the tyrant of the tower.

The tower does not need a tyrant; it is the tyrant who needs the tower's existence.

Lord Yuan?

Isn't he just the king of ditches?

Do you even understand the true value of the Flame of Undead?

Back in the ancient temple, he had already done things to Anguo and Changle, and even killed Wuyou. Why would he be afraid of the Lord of the Abyss?
Ultimately, what others consider a huge deal is insignificant to Ji Jue; he can even fish again.

Rats in the gutter, used to living in the mud, can't imagine how people live in the sunlight.

As long as the Lord of the Abyss dares to show his face, he doesn't even need the Flame of Undeath; he'll summon the Celestials of the Federation without having to give them any favors. He might even be able to get something back for them.

The National Security Bureau must be ecstatic about this kind of performance that comes to them so easily!
What's there to be afraid of?
They should be afraid he won't show his face!
Upon hearing this, the old lady's kind expression froze for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled again: "As expected of the Lord of Xinquan, you have an extraordinary presence. Mr. Ji, are you here representing the Federation?"

"Does not representing the Federation disqualify you from visiting the seven cities? If I were here representing the Federation, would you, old man, have the right to speak to me?"

Ji Jue glanced at the crowd in front of him, feeling the gazes falling on him. He didn't know how many of them were spies or representatives from various parties, but he remained completely unceremonious.

polite?

Politeness is reserved for you!
"I don't like to beat around the bush; I'll just say what I want to say."

"No need for further indirect questioning. Just say what you're thinking; it'll be better for everyone and saves us time."

The old woman's eyes flickered slightly, but she remained calm.

It was obvious that they didn't believe a single punctuation mark of what Ji Jue said.

The statement that Ji Jue does not represent the Federation is just like saying that Ji Jue is not a Mohist; it's just a formality. He may not represent the Federation, but he can do so anytime, anywhere!
Hai Chao Military Industry's top arms dealer, Haizhou Security Bureau's number one cooperative craftsman, founder of Coastal Industry and Coastal Technology, king of wasteland garbage collectors, lord of Xinquan...

With so many identities, each one inextricably linked to the Federation, if you say you're not one, then who is?

me?

I want to too!

She simply smiled and asked, "Mr. Ji, what is it that you have come all this way for?"

What else could a craftsman want?

Ji Jue smiled and stared straight at her, as if appraising her. "Of course, she's a fine piece of jade."

That look in his eyes...

So peaceful.

There was neither ferocity nor coldness in it, but simply looking at it caused the old woman's eyes to twitch slightly for a moment. It was as if she were looking at raw materials laid out on a table.

Considering where is the most appropriate place to make the cut.

Just as she sighed slightly and was about to speak again, she heard a sneer: "That's enough. There's a limit to this pretentious, incessant chatter and taking advantage of your age."

Ji Jue withdrew his gaze, losing all interest.

I can't even be bothered to look at these scraps again.

Defiant.

In the crowd in the courtyard, seeing the old woman remain silent and noticing a change in expression, someone finally couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly stood up to question her: "Aren't you the one putting on airs? This is Seven Cities, this is Elephant Continent, the Chopra family is not a place for you to show off! Others may fear you, but I don't!"

The ostentatious man, adorned with jewels, puffed out his chest, glanced around, and then angrily rebuked, "In the end, all you want is for everyone to be the Federation's dogs!"

Finally, Ji Jue raised his head, his previous indifference and disdain completely gone, and solemnly said, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't let you be the Federation's dogs."

The man who had made the attack was taken aback, and then he saw Ji Jue's smile.

Even a resounding guarantee:

"—Everyone, just be my dogs!"

In the sudden silence, countless people rose in anger, their shouts and curses filling the air. Ji Jue paid no heed, unconcerned about how offensive the words were, and simply looked down at the ripples in the tea.

A gentle voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Once you get used to being a garbage collector, everything looks like a treasure that's been misplaced. You can't bear to waste even a single grain of rice. The Federation looks down on scraps like you, but I don't."

Ji Jue glanced at the pairs of gloomy eyes in the crowd and grinned: "After all, no matter what, it's still better than being a dog of the Wulou Temple or the Tianxin Society, right?"

"Shameless talk!"

Among the crowd, the withered man who had been resting with his eyes closed under the service of many servants suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light, and his voice booming like thunder: "Heretical demons, how dare you slander my true Dharma!"

The old woman, who had just been putting on airs, grinned and said, "The Tianxin Society doesn't seem to care about what others say, but Mr. Ji is so arrogant, it seems things won't end well today."

Meanwhile, those burly, muscular men silently emitted blood flames from their bodies, their expressions malevolent and ferocious.

"Mr. Ji, I advise you to think this through."

The man who had just launched the attack smirked smugly: "This isn't a place for you to run wild, and the Chopra family isn't something you can just manipulate because of that bastard Minkler."

"is it?"

Ji Jue's smile grew even more mocking, completely unconcerned: "Do you think that if this weren't Chopra's house, and if it weren't for giving Minkler face, you bunch of bastards from the Hehua cult would still be standing here talking to me?"

In that instant, spiritual energy surged violently, and cracking sounds echoed through the air. Countless Chosen Ones and Abominations released their auras, staring intently at Ji Jue.

In the deathly silence, no one spoke anymore, like a powder keg about to explode at any moment.

Swords drawn, blades exposed, ready to strike at any moment!
But Ji Jue suddenly burst into laughter.

"Everyone, don't be nervous."

He said, "I was just joking."

As if intimidated by the crowd's power, he took the initiative to back down, but before the others could even sneer and mock him, they heard his voice.

Such a pity.

He said, "I won't give it to Minkler because of his feelings."

boom! ! !
An unprecedented wave of terror suddenly arose and swept across the land.

The surging silver light and mist transformed into a raging torrent, bursting forth from Ji Jue's feet, spreading wildly, and the curtain was drawn back.

Then, it was as if a million invisible hands suddenly reached out and took control of everything!
Give Minkler face?

What kind of imperial joke is this? I gave Minkler face, why would I need to put up with his attitude?
In the vast courtyard, a dull echo reverberated endlessly.

It's like an invisible scythe sweeping across, cleanly and efficiently cutting away the weeds and pruning the wild.

Under the sudden, invisible pressure, one by one, the figures who had just been arrogant and angrily rebuking others instantly fell to the ground, struggling and unable to get up.

As the world spun around them, they stared wide-eyed in disbelief, unable to comprehend what had happened.

A futile struggle.

It's even hard to breathe!
Only a cold, indifferent voice could be heard, seemingly coming from the clouds:
"If you don't want to be a dog, then speak while kneeling!"

Ji Jue snapped his fingers.

The cracking sounds continued incessantly, like a torrential downpour. Countless alchemical creations shattered instantly, their spiritual light dimmed, and they were utterly destroyed. Invisible spiritual swords whistled through the thin mist, mercilessly slicing into souls.

The moment the crisp sound rang in my ears, it was already too late.

Half of the chosen ones suddenly went black, vomited blood and suffered severe injuries, and some even fell into unconsciousness, completely unaware of what had happened!
In a short moment, the courtyard, which had been crowded before, was now almost empty, with only a handful of people left standing. They were shocked and bewildered, and even in disbelief.

Faced with an opponent many times their size, a craftsman actually made the first move?!

(End of this chapter)