Chapter 550
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Chapter 550: Half a Promise
“Are you saying that we can’t do anything?” Sait frowned.
“No.” Xiu gazed at the city beneath them, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “To buy some time, we just need to seize what he cares about the most.”
“You mean this city?”
“Exactly. Doesn’t he want to save this city? As long as we keep it under constant threat, forcing him to act to protect it, he won’t have time to trouble us. Once he ends up destroying himself, we can easily take over the city.”
“So how do we force him to act?”
“Amon.”
Xiu’s gaze fell on a corner of the shattered city, where a flowing black liquid had already seeped into the laws of Fengdu, sketching something outside the dragon vein. In the hazy distance, an evil aura was spreading.
Suddenly, the black liquid seemed to sense something, transforming into a humanoid shape, looking up at the sky.
He heard Xiu’s voice.
“The curse that attracts the otherworldly beasts?” he murmured. “What a… hassle.”
After hesitating for a moment, he raised the black staff in his hand, tracing in the void above his head. A chilling, eerie aura surged from the staff, quickly forming a curse mark.
Amon stared at the mark, confirming it was correct before nodding and gently tapping it with his hand.
The curse mark floated in the air for a moment before seeping into the void, disappearing without a trace.
“Done. Don’t disturb me while I work.”
Amon muttered, lowering his head to continue completing a curse hundreds of times more complex than this mark, preparing for his national fortune curse ritual.
……
On the dimly lit street.
Bang!
A soft sound echoed as a small cloud of blood mist erupted behind Zhou Ping, from which white threads drifted out, slowly merging into the sword path laws in the void.
His figure became slightly transparent.
Zhou Ping looked down at the transparent spots on his body, falling into silence.
Lin Qiye, holding the unconscious Jialan, furrowed his brow at this scene.
“[Immortal] can’t be used. Is there any other way… There must be another way.”
His mind raced.
[Starry Night Dancer], [Ultimate Darkness Corruption], [Summoning Magic], [Eternal Secret Garden]… He went through all the forbidden ruins and trump cards he currently possessed, but found nothing that could help Zhou Ping.
He immersed his consciousness in the Divine Mental Hospital, donned a white coat, and quickly ran to Merlin, asking if there was a solution to this situation.
Merlin looked at the anxious Lin Qiye with a complex expression and sighed helplessly.
“Historically, no human has ever become a god. This situation you describe is something I’m hearing for the first time… I’m sorry, Director.”
Lin Qiye stood frozen in place.
Really, is there no way?
Zhou Ping looked at the crowd, who were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“No need.” He said.
Lin Qiye and the others looked up at him.
“No need to think anymore. My time is running out.” Zhou Ping smiled and said, “I’m really happy to see you all here, to take this step…”
“Senior Sword Saint…”
Boom—!!
A dull roar came from afar. Lin Qiye and the others turned to look, only to see one peculiar creature after another breaking through the mist, rushing madly toward them.
Their numbers grew, their auras ranging from “Pool” to “Klein,” like a beast tide sweeping in from the mist, their eyes blood-red, killing intent soaring.
In just half a minute, over two hundred “mysteries” burst forth from the mist!
“Where did so many ‘mysteries’ come from?!” Cao Yuan exclaimed in shock.
Zhou Ping stared at the beast tide for a moment before slowly speaking:
“It was those gods who summoned them. They want to use these ‘mysteries’ to accelerate my dissolution, so I won’t pose a threat to them…”
Anger flared in Lin Qiye’s eyes.
The moment he saw the beast tide, he guessed the intentions of those two gods. The laws of Fengdu could only resist the laws of outer gods and would not provide protection against things like “mysteries.”
Those ghostly lights acted like a sieve, filtering out the large figures of the gods, but the ‘mysteries,’ which had yet to grasp the power of the rules, were not within its blocking range; otherwise, that ant queen wouldn’t have appeared in Anta County.
Those two gods couldn’t break the laws of Fengdu, so they couldn’t threaten the lives within the city, but these “mysteries” could easily flatten the entire city.
They were forcing Zhou Ping to make a choice.
To abandon the lives of those in the city to kill the gods, or to take action against the beast tide, thus exhausting his own strength…
These beasts!
Just as Lin Qiye was seething with anger, Zhou Ping slowly walked to his side.
He mimicked Lin Qiye’s earlier stance, extending his only remaining, blood-stained left hand to pat Lin Qiye’s shoulder, smiling as he said:
“Can I leave this city to you?”
Lin Qiye was taken aback.
He understood Zhou Ping’s meaning and guessed his choice…
But he was unwilling!
They had worked so hard to reach this point; could they really not change Zhou Ping’s fate of death?!
“Senior Sword Saint, perhaps there’s another way…” Lin Qiye said, his brow furrowed.
Zhou Ping shook his head. “No need. I can already sense the pressure of those laws on my body. This process is irreversible…
Now, I hope you all listen quietly and seriously to what I have to say, just like when you listened to my lectures in the warehouse.”
Lin Qiye opened his mouth, and after a long time, could only nod.
Zhou Ping smiled. He looked at each person present: Lin Qiye, Bai Li Pangpang, Cao Yuan, Jialan, An Qingyu, Shen Qingzhu, Jiang Er.
A gentle look appeared in his eyes.
“To be your teacher is one of the few fortunes of my life.
But for me, this is already enough.
Because,
You have illuminated my life…”
Zhou Ping drew the [Praying Abyss] sword from the ground, turned around, and looked at the two figures hiding far in the sky, stepping forward, the corners of his black robe gently fluttering.
“I told the people in this city that I would slay the gods and then send them home.
I… may not be able to return,
But now, I can fulfill half of that promise.
The other half, I need you to help me complete.
My students…
Can you do it?”
Lin Qiye stared blankly at Zhou Ping’s figure, a wave of sorrow rising in his heart.
He silently bent down and bowed respectfully.
“Obeying the teacher’s orders.”
The other team members also bowed and spoke in unison: “Obeying the teacher’s orders!”
Zhou Ping smiled slightly. He stood firm, looked up at the two divine figures, his eyes bright as swords.
“The world says that humans cannot slay gods. I, Zhou Ping, will be the first to slay a god!”
He shook the long sword in his hand, his figure piercing through space, disappearing in the blink of an eye!
