Reneedol stood before the throne on the high platform, looking down at Gu Qingshan.
"If the three Ghost Lords attacked with all their might, you wouldn't stand a chance. Yet you used a despicable trick to assassinate them," she said slowly.
Gu Qingshan's eyes drooped. He neither spoke nor made a move.
Seeing no reaction from him, Reneedol said with a bored air, "Too bad that sort of assassination won't work on me. I don't even need to make a move. With the power of my Armor of Fate's End, you can only die here in despair."
Layers of shadow barriers emanated from her, shielding her in every direction.
Gu Qingshan smiled calmly. "Reneedol, you rely too much on power and equipment to crush others. You haven't actually understood what fighting is."
"Fool! These are the fate artifacts of the gods of old. I alone have the right to wield them—why would I not use them in battle?" Reneedol said scornfully.
Gu Qingshan raised his sword and sighed. "Look at yourself. You stole the power of the Curtain and armored yourself like a hard walnut, yet you don't even know how I'm going to kill you."
"You say I stole the Curtain's power?" A fierce killing intent radiated from Reneedol.
Her fury had been thoroughly kindled.
"Death God," she roared, "I am the master of fate, and even the Apocalypse obeys my commands. With a single incantation, I can crush every laughable mortal like you!"
Gu Qingshan tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. His gaze suddenly went unfocused.
Reneedol noticed the change in his mood and suddenly laughed, saying playfully:
"Last time Chi Hu took the blow for you. This time, you'll bear its might yourself!"
Her voice fell.
In an instant, the entire hall disappeared, and