Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2180: Chapter 2175: Execution (5)

The damage was indeed inflicted by himself, Fu Qian has always been confident in explosive output.

Unfortunately, the explosive output seemed to have been conveyed to him in some abstract manner.

He had encountered instances of reflected damage before, but this seemed to be a different concept.

According to previous conjectures, the damage indeed landed on the opponent but was temporarily sealed.

Then in the current situation, as the sealed damage manifested, it seemed most bore his own name.

No wonder Lord Destiny Snake remained calm, from start to finish, never considering counterattack or explosive output.

It seemed that hitting harder would eventually lead to his own demise.

”Since the day of its birth, the Tyrant has made countless people feel its power of destruction...now I feel it too, this barbaric withering, this eternal end.”

”But have you ever considered that the end of withering, the end of cessation, is something more wonderful?”

While Fu Qian summarized further test results, Destiny Snake’s reflection appeared simultaneously.

And it seemed the Tyrant’s early reputation wasn’t great, known only for robust strength—is this also part of authority?

As for what was said later, it was virtually an admission that the damage on him comes from its manipulation of destiny.

”Back to the earlier question, I know what it made you come to do, but do you truly know what you are here to do?”

”Of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know, you will definitely do what you need to do, hehehe...”

...

This standard swindler demeanor.

The low laughter seemed to mock the foolishness of the newly crowned Abandonment King.

Although being directly involved, Fu Qian didn’t immediately retaliate, instead praised the other’s stage presence.

Not to mention, if it were like fortune-telling under a bridge, the stall should have been overturned many times by now?

”Indeed, you just mentioned, there isn’t much time.”

Ignoring the scars on his body, Fu Qian snapped his fingers with a restored hand.

A wisp of golden flame leaped out instantly, enveloping his hand, arm, entire body...and all surroundings.

Specialized for targeting the will, the Fire of Madness, one of the essence manifestations of the Tyrant’s power.

Perhaps not as intense or as concentrated as before, but prevailing in endurance and stability.

Naturally, it isn’t surprising that at that moment, Lord Destiny Snake’s scales also reverted back to eyes, maintaining the greatest resistance.

But no matter how great, it obviously can’t compare to the master of authority.

Thus, theoretically speaking, there seems to exist the possibility of stalemating to victory through this method—

”Not enough, far from enough.”

Fully observing Fu Qian’s actions, at that moment, Lord Destiny Snake shook his head.

”You found a possible path through the future, but unfortunately, you lack the time to walk it through— even if starting from the moment you woke up this morning.”

It can be heard that the entire process of the task indeed was under this one’s observation.

As for whether the words are true or false—Fu Qian didn’t retract the Fire of Madness.

Although he leans towards it being true.

The resistance targeted, the shared destiny, the flame damage that ultimately impacts the opponent is quite inconceivable.

And from just now till now, though of poor appearance, this one’s state seemed fine.

To exhaust such a Superior Being, needing a longer time is only reasonable.

Even with sufficient time, dealing with a being who excels at arranging everything to develop all possibilities in a direction favoring itself, Fu Qian doesn’t think a prolonged battle is a good idea—crackle!

So why not intensify more?

The next moment under the blazing flames, hundreds and thousands of tentacles surged forth.

”It’s absolutely unsurprising you would do this...no matter the entity, they always struggle against their destiny.”

Once more hitting successfully, though triggering Lord Destiny Snake’s mockery, accompanied by more turbulent blood.

Compared to the splashing few scales across from him, Fu Qian’s body was considerably more shocking.

The efficiency of time-related trauma increased by more than double from before.

Fu Qian seemed to feel himself swiftly becoming the endpoint of all withering, the bearer of the withering he himself caused.

Withering of the withering, end of the end...Lord Destiny Snake indeed is practicing the previous statement along the way.

Nice—

Despite the tentacles not fully withdrawn from his body, they exploded again, sweeping everything.

...

”Truly astounding...if I had a choice, I never would willingly appear before you.”

In the voice of Destiny Snake, there seemed to be admiration, showing no hesitation in admitting he wouldn’t dare to withstand the Tyrant’s power.

Though merely move his lips, accompanied by Fu Qian’s body disintegration.

Even the formidable Tyrant, the blood bar isn’t infinite.

Under repeated hits, the body was difficult to claim as intact anymore, and still rapidly becoming less so.

”You flatter me.”

Certainly, it didn’t hinder Fu Qian from maintaining politeness.

”Why not try releasing some form? That might indeed cause some disruption to destiny.”

Receiving a cordial response, Lord Destiny Snake slightly nodded, then smoothly proposed a suggestion.

”Indeed.”

And Fu Qian truly listened, snapping his fingers again.

Amid boiling flames, the fragmented body rapidly expanded.

Found it.

At the same time within the Superior Being’s view, a phantom Calamity Eye was again detonated.

...

Though not the previous one, at that moment, Lord Destiny Snake abruptly turned silent.

Alongside it, were scales falling like dry leaves.

It appeared not prosperous in blood bar, and this sealed destiny ultimately came.

Regarding the reason, no one remains to undertake this withering for him.

The thing found just now was simple—connection.

Destiny is cryptic and unpredictable, difficult to grasp except by the sculptor, yet since harm can transfer through, there must exist an abstract layer of connection.

Barbaric withering, eternal end...for the Tyrant’s essence, this one’s depiction is rather apt, especially the ”eternal.”

To grant life and death, master disaster, before you is no mere puppet, this seat is the true Abandonment King.

Can end destiny, why not end destiny’s connection?

Not merely once has granted disaster to special concepts, and the layered testing just now, finally under the accumulation of Madness Flame plus a myriad of tentacles, through self-inflicted damage, inversely locked onto this more abstract concept, and directly violently dismantled.

More tyrant than Tyrant, never just talk.

Of course, the master of destiny isn’t a name lost by idleness.

With no intention of retiring, Fu Qian’s gaze locked on that quickly decaying mass, in his hand a furious flame accumulated and condensed.

”Truly, splendid...”

At a certain moment, a brand new head and neck continued to emerge from that pile of filth.