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He deliberately emphasized the words "destroying tyrant" and tried to see even the slightest wavering on Zhao Ji's face.

He said, "To tell you the truth, His Majesty's will at this moment may be focused right here."

"Even if you are very strong, can you be stronger than a high-level God-King?"

"If you resist today, you will surely die. If you are willing to surrender, I can plead with His Majesty on your behalf, and you will still have a glimmer of hope."

Upon hearing the title "Destruction Tyrant," the expressions of the God-Kings present immediately turned serious. Clearly, having ruled the Destruction Court for so many years, the Destruction Tyrant had long since become the true emperor in the eyes of all the "Destruction God-Kings."

However, to everyone's surprise, Zehime's reaction was completely different.

She slowly raised her head, and for the first time, her cold, clear eyes, hidden in the shadows, looked directly at the Ghost Face God King.

Then she slowly began to speak.

"He's just a mere high-level god-king."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"If he dares to come, I dare to kill him."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The Ghost-Faced God King was stunned, as were the Berserker God King and the eleven God Kings behind him. They even wondered if they had misheard.

How dare a mere fourth-level god-king, who was surrounded by them, say that he would kill the Tyrant of Destruction?

Has she gone mad?

Of all the god-kings, the first to react was the Berserker God-King who stood in front of Zhao Ji.

"court death!"

As a loyal follower of the Destroyer Tyrant, the Berserker God King roared like thunder, and then his towering body instantly unleashed a terrifying aura like a landslide and a tsunami!

A deafening "BOOM!" was heard!

The ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and he transformed into a black afterimage. The giant axe in his hand cleaved through the sky with a force that could tear apart heaven and earth, and cleaved down towards Zhao Ji!

"Berserk!"

The Ghost-Faced God King was startled and instinctively cried out.

Clearly, he felt that Berserker was being too reckless. His opponent had been building up his sword momentum, and he should have been stalling for time or trying to distract him. Instead, he was rushing in head-on.

However... the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he suppressed the urge to step forward.

Because Ghost Face suddenly remembered that the Berserker God King was not an ordinary God King like them, but a Guardian God King who was only half a step away from becoming a high-level God King!

Throughout the entire "Eternal Continent," only high-level God-Kings can reliably defeat him. Even the other guardian God-Kings can only manage a 50/50 match against him at best.

Therefore... I should not be worried about him, but about the "Qiu Tu" God King in front of me.

After all... my primary objective tonight is to capture "Qiu Tu" God King alive, not to actually kill him.

A living head of an intelligence agency is far more valuable than a dead one.

Thinking this, the Ghost Face God King was a little nervous, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he focused intently on the battle.

The Ghost-Faced God King remained silent. Although the eleven God Kings behind him had the urge to rush forward, they exchanged glances with those around them and decided to wait and see for the time being.

After all, they were similar to Ghost Face in that they believed that although the Berserker God King's move was reckless, it didn't pose much of a problem.

At this moment, this is where Zhao Ji landed.

Before the axe blade even arrived, the Berserker God King's violent axe wind had already carved a deep trench in the ground.

An aura of destruction swept over us, as if it would crush everything in front of us into dust.

However, despite this earth-shattering attack, Zhao Ji's eyes behind her silver mask remained completely unmoved.

It's like a cold, austere iceberg.

Just as the giant axe was about to strike, she finally moved.

She did not dodge, parry, unleash any earth-shattering aura, or employ any complex and profound techniques.

She simply... drew her sword!

"Zheng—"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The sound was very soft, yet it drowned out the wind, the roar of the berserker, and the rumble of the world passage in operation.

A sword light, indescribable in words, shone brightly under the crimson moonlight. The light was not dazzling, even somewhat dim, yet it seemed to gather all the sharpness of heaven and earth.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Everyone could clearly see that the seemingly ordinary sword light light lightly met the unstoppable giant axe of the Berserker God King.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no deafening roar of divine power.

The moment the sword light touched the axe blade was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter—silent and yet unstoppable.

The berserker's ferocious, triumphant smile was still frozen on his face.

The smug, knowing look in Ghost Face's eyes remained unchanged.

All the Shadow God Kings' forward-charging postures were frozen in mid-air.

Only that sword light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the eternal night, vanished in a flash.

"Pfft."

A soft sound, like cloth being torn, rang out.

Then, everything returned to normal.

The wind keeps blowing.

The world's passage continues to turn.

only……

The charging figure of the Berserker God King suddenly froze in place.

His ferocious expression froze instantly, replaced by utter astonishment and disbelief.

He lowered his head, staring blankly at his chest. There, a thin line of blood, as fine as a hair, stretched from his left shoulder to his right hip, diagonally piercing through his proud, indestructible armor and divine body.

"How...how...?"

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead, blood gushed from it.

But that wasn't the most terrifying part. The most terrifying part was that his body began to rapidly disintegrate from his feet...

That is the most extreme rule of destruction in the world!

He, a half-step advanced god-king of the "path of destruction," was actually destroyed by the "rules of destruction"?!

Perhaps because this event was too shocking, when the Berserker God King's life force rapidly dissipated, the last thing remaining in his tiger eyes was extreme shock and... bewilderment.

"boom!"

In the end, the Berserker God King's massive body, along with his armor and giant axe, was instantly shredded into a sky full of gray-white dust!

Then... it was scattered all over the earth.

one move.

Just one move.

Half-step advanced God King, one of the best among the Guardian God Kings, the Berserker God King, fell!

The whole world fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The Ghost-Faced God King and the eleven God Kings behind him were completely stunned, their minds blank.

They stood frozen in place, their bodies ice-cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They felt as if they were having an absurd nightmare.

"Snap..."

At this moment, the Berserker God King's earth-shattering attack finally came to an end.

The silver mask on Zhao Ji's face was neatly cut in half, revealing... Qiu Tu's incredibly handsome face.

However, combined with Zhao Ji's aloof temperament, she unexpectedly gained a touch of asceticism and icy handsomeness...

At this moment, Zhao Ji turned her head, her cold gaze piercing through the distance of space, landing on the Ghost Face God King and the 11 God Kings who had completely lost their will to fight.

She slowly sheathed her sword, then gave the Ghost-Faced God King a deep look.

"You're really lucky tonight."

After saying that, she didn't look at anyone again, turned around, took a step, and her figure merged into the world passage with rotating starlight and disappeared.

Only eleven trembling god-kings remained, along with those chilling words they would never forget.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the legendary tyrant of destruction never appeared...

......

Half an hour later...

Inside the temporary camp of Princess Huiming in the chaotic Western Capital.

The tent was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was not as noisy as outside; instead, there was an unusual tranquility.

Princess Huiming, dressed in a black python robe, sat upright behind a long table, toying with a smooth black chess piece in her hand, her exquisite face revealing no emotion.

Before her, Ruolan stood bowed, her head lowered, her breathing extremely soft, and she dared not utter a word.

A moment later, Princess Huiming looked up at her, then asked expressionlessly, "What did you just say? Ghost Face and the others failed? And Berserker died?"

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Chapter 905 Is Hui Ming interested in Qiu Tu? (Seeking monthly votes)

Hearing Princess Huiming's words, Ruolan became even more nervous. She didn't dare to breathe loudly, only daring to softly hum in agreement...

Just now, she brought bad news to Princess Huiming: the Ghost-Faced God King's operation had failed...

Actually, Ruolan wasn't that nervous when she received the urgent secret report from the royal court.

After all, any action will inevitably involve both success and failure.

Especially since the enemy was a master from the "Temple of Order," then the defeat was even less surprising.

As Huiming's personal maid, she had witnessed countless good news and countless bad news over the years. Nothing about it surprised her anymore.

However... even though she was used to seeing all sorts of things, and even though Ruolan had long been mentally prepared, she was still completely stunned when she saw the contents of the secret report.

The Berserker God King... has fallen?

Moreover, he was killed instantly by a single sword strike!

The Ghost Face God King and the other 11 God Kings involved in this operation were completely stunned and didn't even have the courage to make a move.

Is this really not a joke? Or is it a case of misinformation?

Ruolan took three deep breaths to suppress her astonishment.

After all, who is the Berserker God King?

He was the most loyal and strongest warrior under the Tyrant of Destruction, without exception. With the strength of a half-step advanced God-King, he was a top-tier powerhouse in the entire ancient world.

Yet even such a powerful figure couldn't withstand a single sword strike from his opponent.

Ruolan could hardly imagine just how powerful that envoy from the "Temple of Order" really was.

Surely someone at the level of a Guardian God King can possess strength comparable to a High-Level God King?

Thinking this, Ruolan couldn't help but take another look at the envoy's name in the intelligence report.

'Qiu Tu...'

Ruolan murmured the name to herself and silently memorized it.

Because she knew that it wouldn't be long before the name of this God-King would spread throughout the entire "Ancient Continent"...

'This is what it means to... become famous overnight...'

After silently marveling at the God-King's luck, Ruolan slowly returned to reality.

She hadn't forgotten that she was just a maid, and this intelligence was to be presented to Princess Huiming.