We've been tricked!
At this moment, Quefeng was filled with resentment. He was, after all, a big shot who had lived through one cycle of Samsara. He wasn't exactly famous, but he wasn't doing badly either. At least he was able to force the Four Great Guilds to suppress him. If he hadn't arrived so late, he felt that he would at least have a place among the top forces today.
As a result, first they were defeated and forced to submit by a human junior who had lived for less than a hundred years, and now they were so frightened by a little girl that they broke the King Level seal. It's truly a disgrace!
Yes, by now he could see that his opponent hadn't actually broken through the King Level limit; they had simply used some method to easily approach him. In game terms, it was like the opponent making a probing basic attack, and he ended up using his ultimate move.
What a disgrace!
The Quefeng was holding its breath, trying not to get angry at its opponent, and thinking about how to break the deadlock.
This Nüwa, though young, is not much different from that old woman Kagura in her scheming. First, she used the war priest of the Ancient Demon Clan to show her indecisiveness and stupidity, thus giving herself a hint to use her trump card without hesitation when threatened.
As it turns out, decisiveness and boldness aren't always easy to use. Used well, they're called decisiveness and boldness; used poorly, they just make you look foolish.
"Aren't you going to make a move?" Ziyue stood very close this time, and seeing that the other party had no intention of making a move, her smile became even more amiable.
Ziyue is actually very beautiful, but her temperament is too aloof, so she is not as outstanding as bright and beautiful women. At this moment, when she smiled warmly, her temperament instantly changed from an iceberg to snowflakes, giving people a kind of cold yet gentle beauty.
A hint of ferocity flashed in the eyes of the Quefeng.
He actually hated women who were more beautiful than him, but there were some women in this world who were both more beautiful and stronger than him. Kagura, that old hag, was one of them, and now a human descendant had appeared. However, that woman should have inherited the fortune of the human race in this world, so he could understand if she was slightly stronger than him.
But does this woman in front of him also intend to overpower him?
"An extraterrestrial secret technique?" Suppressing her anger, Quefeng asked with a cold laugh, "No matter how special an ability is, if your strength can't support it, it's just an illusion. Do I need to teach you that?"
"How could it be useless?" Ziyue laughed, "Didn't I trick you into revealing your trump card, Senior?"
These words, so poking at her sore spot, almost made Quefeng choke, but she remained calm and didn't act rashly. Gritting her teeth, she said, "So what if I tricked you out? What can you do to me? With your abilities, even if I stand still, what can you do? You believe I can hold my breath all the way back to the capital?"
"Oh, I see." Ziyue's smile softened upon hearing this. "Senior already knows that you can only retreat back to the capital in defeat?"
This woman.
Quefeng himself probably didn't realize that his expression was now contorted to the extreme. I quickly observed him; the more provocative he was, the calmer I needed to remain. I'd been provoked and insulted before, so what was this?
"I can't catch you, and you can't touch me. Do you think you can control me like this?" As soon as the ethereal voice of the Quefeng fell, she vanished from the spot.
In reality, the person had long since disappeared. The light and shadow left behind were merely the words spoken two breaths ago. The speed was so fast that the eyes could not catch them, creating the illusion that they were still in the same place. This was a tactic he often used.
His target was no longer the Ziyue, but the Celestial Secret Technique, a fourth-stage technique with no information available. Rather than wasting time guessing its weaknesses, he decided to deliberately expose its flaws.
The other party's goal is to stall you; you just need to prevent them from stalling you.
Breaking through to the King Level has one advantage: now, none of the sixteen generals of the Four Saints Army can withstand his sneak attacks.
Once the battlefield is won, no matter how strange the opponent's secret techniques are, they cannot turn the tide.
If the other party tries to stop him, he will take the initiative. What he wants is for the other party to take the initiative, because only when the other party takes the initiative will a weakness be revealed.
He was also curious how such a clever plan would be countered by someone who had already unlocked the King Level.
The power of King Level was vastly different from before. This time, the commander of that route didn't even have a chance to react before the blade was already at his neck.
This is the difference between top-tier combat power and the next tier. This is also why, in the Second Tier, only forces with King Level power can dominate a region. Without this prerequisite, you don't even have the right to be on the table; you can only appear on the menu.
The commander sensed the danger instantly.
The scent of death was overwhelming; every nerve in his body screamed that he was in grave danger, yet there was nothing he could do.
Because he didn't even know what the danger was.
This disparity in power is truly despairing!
"General. General?"
After an unknown amount of time, the adjutant beside him suddenly woke the dazed general.
"Um?"
The general subconsciously touched his neck, his face full of surprise.
Am I still alive?
"What's wrong?" the lieutenant asked anxiously.
The army had been advancing with unstoppable momentum, and they were about to disrupt the enemy's formation. They were ready to launch another attack to break through the enemy's defenses completely. But at this crucial moment, their Laoda actually froze in his tracks?
What's going on?
"I," the commander, was momentarily at a loss for words.
He was absolutely certain that it wasn't a hallucination; he was certain that the terrifying assassin from before had appeared, and was countless times more terrifying than before. The assassin could have easily killed him just now, even though he hadn't seen anything. As a master approaching the King Level, he could still sense something.
But what stopped him?
Lord Ziyue?
A figure flashed through my mind, and my heart was filled with fervor.
There's no mistake, it's Lord Ziyue!
In truth, when that lord stepped forward to say he would handle the assassin, they were all somewhat hesitant. After all, even the High Priest dared not make a move; could Lord Ziyue really manage it?
Battlefield command relies on courage, but actual combat relies on strength!
"Charge!" The commander, regaining his senses, had no more hesitation. He brandished his sword and roared. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that Lord Ziyue must have used some means to do all this. At this moment, he couldn't hold back!
"Yes!" The deputy general immediately became excited. He had just sensed that the entire imperial army formation was wavering. Clearly, the other comrades had already achieved results. If they made a mistake, it would be extremely embarrassing.
In an instant, the commander's aura exploded, and the entire army was swept up in the momentum, instantly becoming like an incomparably sharp spear, piercing into the already somewhat chaotic military formation!
At this moment, the imperial army, which had originally held the upper hand, suffered a crushing defeat, and its formation was on the verge of collapse.
Meanwhile, the Quefeng could have stopped all of this, was filled with questions.
He stared blankly at his dagger, then glanced at Ziyue in front of him.
"Senior, aren't you going to make a move?"
Quefeng: "."
Has he heard that before?