So snakes had nine lives too?
The prompt that rang out hadn't been entirely within Fu Qian's expectations.
He'd originally estimated that he could withstand a few more executions, and had mentally prepared himself for that.
As it turned out, the seniors' Sanity Values might really have been in short supply.
That's right. Those last few sentences hadn't been spoken merely to build suspense.
Fu Qian had always seriously considered the life philosophy that Lord Serpent of Fate had brought up, even before it was pointed out.
For example, why he had come here. What the meaning of his actions was. And, finally, his candid admission that he wasn't entirely sure how many lives his opponent had.
"Face the Serpent of Fate and execute it." The task's instructions were quite clear and blunt.
As analyzed earlier, having set a trap for himself had cost the Serpent of Fate dearly. It needed to make sure it could "face" him here.
Then came the execution: strike, and behead.
And the other party's stance really was like someone sitting calmly at the execution ground. Aside from splattering blood all over him, it showed no intention of striking back.
So it seemed the only thing he needed to calculate was whether he could withstand the blood splatter.
The conclusion was that it would be difficult.
Even the Tyrant's Body, which had astonished Lord Serpent of Fate, was rapidly crumbling under the weight of the slaughter it had wrought.
At the same time, as a symbol of fate, the other party seemed to return from the dead over and over, making the task appear impossible to complete—but was that really the case?
Of course not. If it were truly immortal, why would this task even exist?
So the execution had to be possible. Fu