bookandnovel Chapter 195 I'll give you one more chance
Chapter 195 I'll give you one more chance
Chapter 195 I'll Give You Another Chance (4000 words)
Of course.
There's a problem with the danger indicator on Lu Yuan's demon-slaying system.
There is an upper limit to what this thing can do.
Once you exceed twenty stars, the display will stop showing specific numbers and will remain at twenty stars.
Based on what just happened, the strength of those two super evil gods must be above the twentieth star level.
Lu Yuan naturally couldn't understand the difference between Gu Qingwan and those two super evil gods.
In addition to those two super evil gods, there is also Liu Xuanyin.
At the time, Lu Yuan wasn't sure either, and there was nothing he could do. He was indeed locked up and seriously injured.
The only thing Lu Yuan could do for Gu Qingwan was to put on a show and make Liu Xuanyin lower his guard.
only----
Obviously, it's not necessary at all.
Gu Qingwan has absolutely no need for help from someone like Lu Yuan.
Alas!
You should have said so earlier!
All those expressions I made earlier were for nothing.
At the same time, the pure, extreme darkness at Gu Qingwan's fingertips did not dissipate; instead, it became even deeper and more restrained.
Like a miniature black hole, it slowly rotated at her fair fingertips, silently devouring the surrounding light and energy.
Even the yin energy and evil aura permeating the cave seemed to be subtly drawn in and absorbed.
The blood-red double pupils shrouded in a thin mist once again locked their gaze on Liu Xuanyin, whose face was pale and whose body was trembling slightly.
She also glanced at the "Mother of Ten Thousand Bodies" next to her, who was filled with shock and anger because her companion was injured, and was secreting filthy pus and violently churning pale mist.
The cave was eerily silent.
Only the "Thousand-Faced Nightmare" remained silent, its mental screams filled with pain and fear.
And the "gurgling" sound emitted by the filthy sac of "Mother of Ten Thousand Bones" due to extreme vigilance, like countless mucus bubbles bursting.
Liu Xuanyin felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the eternal ice.
From soul to body, every inch was trembling violently.
It wasn't just fear, or rather, it was also the despair and humiliation of being utterly crushed, mercilessly toyed with, and dominated by absolute power.
He devoted countless generations of the Liu family's efforts and his own life's energy to meticulously plan a deadly trap, launching a combined attack with all his might.
How could they not even manage to "weaken" it?
Gu Qingwan's cool and calm voice broke the deathly silence once again.
Like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, their clear sound resonates deep within the consciousness of every being.
Without the slightest emotional fluctuation, it carried a deep-seated indifference and—a condescending scrutiny.
"An evil god?"
Gu Qingwan paused, her blood-red double pupils peering through the thin mist as if she could see through all the schemes deep in Liu Xuanyin's heart.
"Is this all the power God has?"
Gu Qingwan's voice was normal and calm.
But anyone could hear the mockery and disdain in it.
Liu Xuanyin's throat felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand; he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He wanted to say yes because this was indeed the strongest combination of power he could theoretically utilize.
But then he thought no, because he still had a trump card, and the deeper power of the "Nine Netherworld Refining God Array" had not been fully unleashed.
There's also the "Blood Corpse Spirit Lord" outside that can be summoned in.
He even vaguely suspected that the Tiger family might have some hidden tricks up their sleeve.
But these words, under Gu Qingwan's all-knowing gaze, and in the face of the other party's absolute strength that could casually cripple a super evil god, were completely ignored.
It appears so pale and powerless, so—laughable.
The answer is tantamount to admitting that one's skills have reached their limit and that one has exhausted all other options.
What can you do if the answer is no?
Unleash even greater power?
Can he produce it?
Even if we take it out, what difference will it make?
Gu Qingwan didn't seem to need his answer.
She gently shook her head, her exquisite silhouette shrouded in mist seemingly revealing a hint of extremely subtle disappointment.
Or rather, it's a kind of "I knew it" indifference.
"If this is your strongest power—"
Her voice remained calm, but the meaning it contained sent a chill down the spines of Liu Xuanyin, Hu Huhu, and even the two evil gods.
"—Then why is it so weak?"
weak.
A single word, like the sharpest icicle, pierced through Liu Xuanyin's last shred of hope and dignity.
He had poured countless efforts into this project, which he was very proud of, combining the power of formations, earth veins, evil gods, and cunning to create a deadly weapon.
In the eyes of the other party, he only received a "weak" evaluation?
No, it's not just an evaluation.
Is the truth.
Because the other side proved with their actions that their "strongest blow" couldn't even lift a corner of the other's clothes.
Gu Qingwan's voice revealed no disappointment, only extreme calm and indifference.
But the sarcasm in it was obvious to everyone.
Lu Yuan, who had been standing below, looked at Gu Qingwan in mid-air and listened to her words, and was slightly taken aback.
For a moment, Lu Yuan felt that Gu Qingwan in front of him was somewhat unfamiliar.
How to put it—
It just feels like————
Gu Qingwan doesn't seem to be as... as before.
Lu Yuan didn't know how to describe Gu Qingwan before.
If I had to choose one word —
Is it just stiff?
He showed no emotion whatsoever; in fact, he seemed somewhat like a robot.
But today, Gu Qingwan clearly had a lot of emotions swirling within her—
Was what Qingwan just said a sarcastic remark?
It was definitely a sarcastic remark!
He just didn't have any expression or tone, but what he did was mockery!
If it were the old Gu Qingwan, she definitely wouldn't have done these things.
Previously, when Gu Qingwan appeared, she would simply kill the other party without saying or doing anything else.
Why has Qingwan become like this?
To be honest, Lu Yuan didn't know.
Perhaps it was because after the curse on her body was removed, Gu Qingwan also recovered some other things.
Anyway————
This isn't necessarily a bad thing, after all—it's more like a "human" thing now!
At the same time, Gu Qingwan slightly raised her left hand, pointing towards Liu Xuanyin and the two evil gods behind him, and said, "Hmm—"
He waved very casually.
The movements were slow and casual, as if calling to a disobedient pet, or perhaps signaling to the opponent that it was time to continue.
"I'm giving you a chance."
Gu Qingwan's voice remained cool and aloof, but it contained an air of superiority, almost akin to charity—
--provocative.
"Again."
"Use any method you can think of and any way you can do."
"Formation, evil god, secret technique, forbidden magic, or—calling on the one guarding the gate outside."
Her gaze seemed to pierce through the thick mountain rocks, glancing towards the direction of the cave entrance.
There, although the aura of the "Blood Corpse Spirit Lord" was mostly isolated by the "Spirit Locking Forbidden Zone", it could still be faintly sensed.
"Let's go together."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cave fell into a deathly silence, a silence even more oppressive and suffocating than before.
Lu Yuan: "??????"
No, what are they trying to do?!
What does it mean? !
The color drained completely from Liu Xuanyin's face, leaving only a deathly ashen hue.
He stared intently at Gu Qingwan, his lips trembling uncontrollably, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Dark blue, viscous blood seeped out drop by drop, falling to the ground with a sizzling, corrosive sound.
His magical power, soul, and even the connection with the "Nine Netherworld Refining God Array" were violently shaking and becoming chaotic due to extreme fear and rage.
I was looked down upon.
They were utterly and mercilessly despised.
Lu Yuan was completely stunned as he watched Gu Qingwan casually waving in mid-air and listened to her calm yet provocative and condescending words.
What are they trying to do?!
Let's just capture Liu Xuanyin!
Lu Yuan was completely dumbfounded. He had to understand that there was still an old man below him!
Why are they playing around with the other side now?
Should we give them another chance?!
Lu Yuanzhen couldn't understand what Gu Qingwan was trying to do. The incident just now was already very strange.
They could have taken one down before the other side could react.
In the end, they did nothing but come out and make sarcastic remarks.
That would be fine.
After all, as things stand, perhaps Gu Qingwan is simply too much stronger and doesn't take the other party seriously at all.
But what does it mean to ask the other party to do it again?
Lu Yuan was so anxious he scratched his head and cheeks, ignoring his injuries. He struggled forward two steps, looked up at the moon-white figure in mid-air, and shouted, "Qingwan! Stop playing around!"
"Hurry up, take down this guy surnamed Liu first!"
"The old man downstairs is waiting to be saved!"
Lu Yuan's voice was hoarse from anxiety and injuries, but it was exceptionally clear in the silent cave.
Gu Qingwan seemed to hear Lu Yuan's call, and her slightly raised left hand, which was making a "waving" provocative gesture, paused almost imperceptibly.
The blood-red double pupils, shrouded in a thin mist, slowly moved away from Liu Xuanyin and turned to Lu Yuan below, who was covered in blood and looked anxious.
When her gaze fell upon Lu Yuan, her eyes held a profound indifference, as if they contained the annihilation of stars.
It seemed that—a very subtle, very faint, yet very real—ripple had appeared.
It wasn't a violent emotional fluctuation, but rather like a stagnant pool that had been rippled by a tiny pebble thrown in, creating almost invisible ripples.
Within that cold, majestic, and all-encompassing divinity, there seemed to be a subtle, ineffable, and extremely faint trace—
--temperature.
She looked at Lu Yuan, at his wide eyes filled with anxiety, worry, and helplessness at his "unconventional" behavior.
There seemed to be something else in Gu Qingwan's eyes.
It was a mixture of helplessness, indulgence, and a barely perceptible hint of doting affection, as if one were watching their own naughty child jumping up and down in frustration.
Although this word seems extremely incongruous when used to describe Gu Qingwan.
But that's exactly how Lu Yuan felt at that moment.
Gu Qingwan did not speak, nor did she nod or shake her head.
She simply "looked" at Lu Yuan quietly, her gaze seemingly piercing through his anxious facade.
I saw his deep concern for the old man and his urgency about the situation.
And that pure desire to end it all as soon as possible and rescue my loved ones, no matter what.
However, under Lu Yuan's expectant gaze, Gu Qingwan shook her head very slightly.
The range of motion was so small that it was almost negligible.
If Lu Yuan hadn't been watching her intently, she would have been almost completely unaware.
But the meaning behind that head shake was crystal clear.
No.
No, not now.
It was not a refusal of Lu Yuan's request to "save the old man".
Instead, he rejected Lu Yuan's suggestion to "end the battle immediately".
She still wanted to give Liu Xuanyin and the others "one chance".
Why?
Lu Yuan couldn't understand it.
Given Gu Qingwan's absolute strength, she could have ended the battle instantly, so why go through all that trouble?
Are you enjoying the thrill of crushing your opponent?
Or are they deliberately torturing Liu Xuanyin and the others' minds?
Or perhaps—there's some other reason he can't understand?
Gu Qingwan didn't explain. She simply shook her head slightly at Lu Yuan before looking away again.
The arrow was aimed at Liu Xuanyin, who was facing a formidable enemy but was also caught in a fierce struggle and frantic calculation because of this "opportunity" that seemed like a "gift."
Lu Yuan watched as Gu Qingwan's profile returned to its cold, indifferent state, as if separated from the world by an invisible barrier.
He then glanced at Liu Xuanyin, whose face was contorted and whose eyes were flashing with madness and despair.
My anxiety intensified, yet I also felt a sense of powerlessness.
Lu Yuan believed that Gu Qingwan must have her reasons for doing this.
Perhaps it was to force out all of the Liu family's trump cards and wipe them out in one fell swoop?
Perhaps it is to delve deeper into the secrets of the "Spirit Locking Forbidden Land" and the "Nine Netherworld Refining God Array"?
Or perhaps—it really is just her current "mood" that makes her want to "play around"?
Lu Yuan couldn't understand it at all.
After all, the current Gu Qingwan is somewhat different from the one before, making Lu Yuan feel a little unfamiliar with her.
Gu Qingwan did not look at Lu Yuan again.
Her gaze was firmly fixed on Liu Xuanyin, who was standing opposite her below.
It was as if they were waiting, waiting for him to make a choice, waiting for him to seize this "last chance".
The atmosphere in the cave became even more eerie and oppressive due to Gu Qingwan's "waiting" and Lu Yuan's "dissuasion".
Liu Xuanyin's facial muscles twitched violently, and a variety of emotions swirled wildly in his gray-white pupils.
Fear, rage, humiliation, despair, and a hint of desperate madness born from being driven to the brink.
He knew it was a trap, a cat-and-mouse game.
But he knew even more that if he didn't seize this "opportunity," he wouldn't even have the last chance to struggle or "die together."
Fight!
Liu Xuanyin gritted his teeth, and dark blue blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
His hands began frantically changing hand seals again, and he uttered hoarse, twisted, ancient incantations filled with malevolent curses.
At the same time, a resolute aura began to emanate from him, as if he were willing to burn his own essence, fully activate the great formation, and even forcibly summon the "Blood Corpse Spirit Lord" into the core of this "Spirit Locking Forbidden Land"!
Gu Qingwan floated quietly in mid-air, her moon-white cheongsam swaying slightly in the black and red mist.
The darkness at the fingertips slowly rotated, as if admiring the opponent's final, most frantic struggle.