Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 908: 906 Chapter: Rotten Flesh (27) Chapter 908: 906 Chapter: Rotten Flesh (27) “Why this sudden change of face when we were just chatting nicely?” Fu Qian deeply sighed about the fickleness of human nature.

“The calm, peaceful communication has become so difficult nowadays, hasn’t it?” he thought. Faced with the Demigod Envoy who had already readied his weapon, Fu Qian didn’t bother with pleasantries, raising his right hand.

“It’s simple, since we are equals engaging in a dialogue, I won’t hold back.”

“Recently, I have mastered a new technique called Physical Dark Dragon Wave, please critique it, Brother Ah Wei.”

Physical Dark Dragon Wave?

As Ah Wei pondered the meaning behind the name, his vision filled with a bizarre creature’s head that appeared pitch black as the Void, interconnected by golden dots and lines.

…It truly was physical!

As a Demigod, Ah Wei’s observational skills were naturally unparalleled.

He instantly realized that it was not any special power being condensed, but rather a mass of black tendrils twisting together.

The tendrils were exactly bursting from the left arm of the Grand Fate Ming Emperor.

“Such flashy nonsense!”

Faced with this clearly mentally jarring physical attack, Ah Wei, not losing the demeanor expected of a Divine Envoy, couldn’t wait to express his disdain.

Simultaneously, he didn’t dodge or shy away, swinging the hook sword in his hand at an unbelievable speed.

As he moved, pulses in the space in front of him surged and also gathered together, rushing towards Fu Qian’s attack.

When they first made contact, the invisible pulses didn’t seem to form a substantial barrier.

However, the ferocious physical wave seemed to wither with every inch it advanced, as if it had endured ages of decay, rapidly deteriorating.

Soon, amidst scattering ashes, the tendrils could no longer advance.

“Engaging in a pure war of attrition with me here, you must be insane!”

Ah Wei continued, his sharp critique arriving on time.

“You surely don’t think that I’d be foolish enough to not use these gifts simply because you provoked me?”

It was evident that the drain on him was far lesser than on Fu Qian because what he was eroding was flesh and blood, whereas he was, in essence, merely manipulating the power of this realm.

And for some reason, he was quite pleased to let his opponent know this.

Eventually, within a momentary breath, after thousands of exchanges, the opponent seemed to finally recognize this harsh reality; the myriad tendrils abruptly withdrew.

Even the figure disappeared from sight.

“This technique is not bad.”

Ah Wei didn’t panic, and chuckled.

“Unfortunately, it’s rather unfortunate for you to have demonstrated it too soon.”

Meanwhile, as Fu Qian, now in the Blood Conquest state, began to sense certain restrictions.

It wasn’t that his movements had slowed, nor was it an invisible locking like Xiumeng’s.

If one must describe it, this area seemed to have become a congealed pure conceptual construct, repelling all overlapping actions.

If he forcibly maintained Blood Conquest, each step he took would face the rapid draining of his vitality.

Even crossing a certain threshold would lead directly to death.

It truly was a technique of Divine Beings.

Without a doubt, Brother Ah Wei was once again utilizing “His” power to achieve this effect.

He hadn’t directly locked down Fu Qian, but had transformed the entire realm into insurmountable boundaries.

Forcing his way out would result in direct death, staying would mean a slow death by erosion.

These two choices… thankfully, he was prepared to choose neither.

“How does it feel, this is the true limit of death,” Ah Wei spoke to the air, his tone low.

“In fact, this is also what those fools don’t know, the real name of this realm.”

“Because it’s denoted by the Death God… His Honored Name!”

In the gradually impassioned tone, numerous invisible shocks hurled towards his face.

Effortlessly dodging Fu Qian’s Air Bullet, Ah Wei, facing the suddenly appeared adversary, swung his sword upward, flinging away a Scarlet Whip.

“To come so close at such a great cost, yet you dare not try with your own hands—”

The last word dragged on, as he reached to touch his neck.

Beneath the white feathers, a wound had surprisingly appeared.

“What is this…”

In this strange sensation, Ah Wei knew that similar cuts were appearing all over his body, yet he was certain that no blade had touched any part.

“This is my hand.”

The voice from beneath the opponent’s mask also seemed not in the best condition.

The Grand Fate Ming Emperor, who reappeared, actually held up his hands and flipped them to show.

There were also wounds on them.

As Ah Wei marveled at the bizarre scene, the opponent’s right hand, tinted with the hue touched moments earlier, reached out without hesitation.

“Good.”

Ah Wei didn’t dodge; his hook sword unhesitatingly slashed towards the same spot on his opponent.

However, in what seemed to be a mutually damaging move, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s hand hadn’t even touched him when it began exhibiting abnormalities.

Pulses of familiar withering quickly turned it to ash.

Ah Wei didn’t solely rely on the weapon in his hand to leverage this power.

He had intentionally misled in this aspect.

Facing such a situation, the right hand that turned into mere points of starlight didn’t intend to retract at all.

In the ultimate ferocious blood light, Ah Wei’s hook sword nearly bisected his opponent, while the shapeless remnants of the Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s limb also probed into his wound.

…

With feathers flying everywhere, Fu Qian observed the Visceral Critical Strike wound on Ah Wei but didn’t pursue the victory. Instead, he took a step back in a bizarre posture.

The wounds on his waist were deep, and something was furiously preventing the healing process.

Of course, the most severe injury was the few steps he had run over in the Blood Conquest state.

The huge loss of vitality was clearly percentage-based blood loss.

“Very perceptive, no wonder you have the confidence to spy on secrets.”

At that moment, the voice that praised came from Ah Wei, who had received a Visceral Critical Strike, sounding strong and steady.

And with his words, long slender arms started to reach out from the wounds left by the Visceral Critical Strike.

Had Fu Qian delayed even a step, he would have likely been caught.

Of course, such a bizarre tactic wasn’t the focus, the focus lies in…

Fu Qian looked down at his hand.

The strategy just now was simple: approach closely in the Blood Conquest form, create wounds with the Old Day’s Mark, then use the opponent’s psychological inertia to lure him into trading wound for wound, and finally finish with a Visceral Critical Strike.

Fu Qian always respected his opponents.

Regardless of how disparaging his words might be, essentially, he was facing a being akin to a Divine Envoy.

The issue now was, his operation had indeed landed a solid hit.

However, even the Visceral Critical Strike, which would cause a True God to bleed, did not have the effect of inflicting a critical hit.

To be precise; when he reached in with that move, the opponent seemed even more invigorated.

“Unfortunately… you know nothing of death.”

At this moment, Ah Wei let out a long sigh.

“Life or death, the mystery and allure are beyond your imagination.”

…

Are you serious with that line?