Chapter 1 Nothing More?

Vinnie Brant stared at Zhang Yuanqing and said, "Besides that, is there anything you want to say to me?"

What she wanted was obvious, as plain as day.

Zhang Yuanqing looked back at the cool, sexy Chief Prosecutor of the New York branch and sighed. "Why do I have to deal with the debts of the main body's past?"

After complaining, he smiled wryly. "Baby, I understand what you mean. I can swear, my feelings for you are as burning as the sun's origin. The heartlessness of the past wasn't because I was cold-hearted, but because I had to do it. The reason is that I loved you deeply, so I didn't want to hurt you.

"Now I've returned to normal and am no longer suffering from the Holy Grail's corruption. There are no more obstacles between us. My love for you will last until the end of the world."

Vinnie Brant remained outwardly indifferent and smiled coldly. "Maybe the world will end tomorrow."

Zhang Yuanqing argued righteously, "So, I will do everything I can to save the world, not for righteousness, not for the country, but only to be able to continue loving you."

Vinnie Brant was dazed for a moment. Finally, finally... she saw that Devil Monarch again!

Although the Devil Monarch had a gloomy and ruthless personality, he was also casual and good at sweet talk, occasionally flashing a charming smile, with a distinct personality and personal charm.

Vinnie had also fantasized about what he would be like if he hadn't been corrupted by the Fallen Holy Grail!

Now she had her answer.

This was the Devil Monarch's state after getting rid of the corruption.

A sense of joy at rekindling an old love welled up in her heart. Although she felt tenderness, she still maintained a cold stance and said, "Devil Monarch, I'm already tired of these insincere words. If you want the Elvis speaker back, here, I don't care about it."

Vinnie opened her inventory and threw over the palm-sized black speaker.

Zhang Yuanqing reached out and caught it. Since the clone didn't have an inventory, he put it in his pocket, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled. "Good sister, if the world doesn't end, I'll marry you with an eight-carried sedan."

The world was about to end, so why be so serious? He didn't mind saying some touching words and making some random promises, at least it would make the listener happy.

Amidst Vinnie's suddenly stunned expression, Zhang Yuanqing transformed into starlight and disappeared.

A few minutes later, the clone Zhang Yuanqing appeared in an empty room in New York County with the doors and windows boarded up. He sat cross-legged by the window where sunlight leaked in, staring at the Elvis speaker in front of him, and thought for a while before saying, "I want to hear all the audio I recorded myself after becoming a Saint-level practitioner."

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Qing Yang Formation.

Fear King looked at Fu Qingyang and the Evil Eye King, standing side by side, and said with a smile, "You two, one is my old subordinate, and the other is a junior from the training class. You're both acquaintances, and there are no grudges. Why don't you just get along peacefully in the dungeon and wait for the results?"

Hearing this, Fu Qingyang's stern face relaxed, and the focus and vigilance in his eyes dissipated.

The next moment, the fighting spirit reignited in his eyes, and he summoned the Golden Dragon Sword without hesitation, to show his determination.

He was almost "bewitched" and lost his fighting spirit.

Fortunately, the swordsman's steel will, coupled with Young Master Qian's combative nature, allowed him to break free from the influence in time and regain his fighting spirit.

Fu Qingyang turned to look at Evil Eye and asked, "What's Fear's combat power like?"

Looking at the demi-gods of the two camps, Lawful and Evil, Fear King was at the bottom in terms of combat power. This was inseparable from his age. Fear and Fu Qingxuan were the same age and had both been interns at Tian Fa.

He belonged to the up-and-coming generation.

The path of cultivation emphasized accumulation and a gradual build-up of power.

Compared to those demi-gods who had cultivated for a century and became famous after sixty years, Fear King was far behind in terms of skill application, spell development, and item accumulation.

But a demi-god was still a demi-god. A casual skill could instantly kill a Ruler and suppress even the peak Ruler.

They were beings who controlled part of the power of rules.

Evil Eye King sneered, "The bottom of the barrel! But he can still beat us up without any problem.

"After entering level nine, my level is already very close to his, and the Bewitching Eye possesses the power of rules. So, this battle will be led by me, and you'll play a supporting role."

In fact, the Bewitching Eye already possessed the prototype of rules. After he entered the Ruler level, it was strengthened again and completely became a rule skill.

Whoever he glared at would lose control!

Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said calmly, "My slashes also possess the power of rules."

Evil Eye King grinned. "But you're definitely not as good as me, because I still have a trump card."

Fu Qingyang was expressionless. "Who doesn't have a trump card?"

"My trump card is definitely stronger than yours." Evil Eye King raised his chin.

Fear King's face darkened in the distance, and his eyes glowed with a scarlet light.

"Are you two..." he began.

Before he could finish speaking, Evil Eye King quickly tore off the headband on his forehead, revealing a sinister vertical eye, with scarlet filling the eye socket and dark gold pupils.

The golden-red beam of light shone on Fear King, causing the second half of his sentence to get stuck in his throat, and his scarlet eyes became dull.

This was an improvement after the "Bewitching Eye" obtained the complete power of rules. On the basis of affecting the spiritual power in the target's body, it increased the ability to affect the soul.

Fear King, who was in a daze, had a spiritual power riot in his body, tearing apart his meridians and organs. Before he could even start fighting, he was severely injured by his own out-of-control spiritual power.

Evil Eye King's body suddenly grew taller, his muscles swelled, his skin turned pure black, and a metallic luster appeared. The flesh under his ribs cracked open, and thick arms drilled out, condensing into weapons such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, and clubs.

Like a thousand-handed Rakshasa, he brandished various weapons and charged towards Fear King.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang opened his inventory and grabbed a golden dragon-shaped long sword and a black cloak embroidered with golden cloud patterns.

The cloak "swished" open and draped over his back.

Fu Qingyang's aura rose steadily, and every pore spewed out sharp sword energy, like an unsheathed peerless sword. At this time, any Ruler below level nine who glanced at him would have their eyeballs pierced by the sharp sword energy.

Fu Qingyang poured all the sword energy around him into the Golden Dragon Sword, stomped his right foot hard, and slashed out suddenly.

No probing, no warm-up, just exerting full strength from the start.

The terrifying sword energy disappeared strangely the moment it left the sword.

In the distance, just as Fear King's dazed gaze recovered, his throat was silently cut open. The cut expanded and deepened to both sides, his neck bones fractured, and only a little flesh on the back of his neck connected it.

Fear King's head hung terribly on his back, almost severed.

Fu Qingyang's sword was meant to behead him, but he didn't succeed.

*Skill close to Dao* can be used remotely! Evil Eye King was shocked. Fu Qingyang's slashes were already unavoidable, but now that he could slash people from a distance, it was even more difficult to defend against.

While shocked, he did not give up the opportunity created by his companion. Eight arms wielded weapons, raining down on Fear King, who was wearing a neat suit.

Chopping and hacking, striking and stabbing.

The weapons condensed by the ancient war god had armor-piercing and bloodletting effects. Fear King's tyrannical body cracked open with wounds, his bones broke and tendons snapped, his skin tore, and large amounts of blood soaked his pure black suit.

Evil Eye King raised his long knife high and slashed down with all his might. With a *puff*, Fear King's head was completely chopped off and rolled to the ground.

Fu Qingyang, wearing the Swordsman's Cloak, grabbed a sword box. The lid popped open, and the sound of whistling was endless.

Six three-inch-long miniature flying swords shot out, two entangled together, like a spiral drill, and two drew semi-circular arcs, heading straight for the back of the head.

Two soared into the sky, adjusted their sword tips at a high altitude, and descended with a shrill whistle.

Each flying sword contained sword energy that could cut through space, as well as sword intent that contained the power of Zhen Sha.

The primordial spirit was hidden in the sea of consciousness, the sea of consciousness was hidden in the Ni Wan Palace, and the Ni Wan Palace was hidden in the head.

When dealing with demi-god-level enemies, the benefit of severely damaging the primordial spirit was far greater than destroying the body.

At this time, two beams of blood-colored light descended from the sky, one shining on the head and the other on the body.

Bathed in the blood-colored light, the head's eyeballs rolled, waking up from the daze. The rolling eyeballs turned upward, and the pupils shot out two sharp, unmatched sword energies, like two dazzling lightning bolts.

The two flying swords that descended from high altitude were deflected from their trajectory, embedding themselves in the desert with two "puffs" and disappearing.

Then, Fear King's head opened its mouth and bit the two flying swords that were shooting towards his face like a spiral drill. His snow-white teeth "crunched" loudly, actually chewing the two flying swords into pieces.

Finally, he turned his head from side to side, puffed out his cheeks, and spat out the flying sword fragments, knocking away the two flying swords that were circling towards the back of his head.

Before being corrupted and becoming the Bewitching Demon, Fear King was a scout, and a puppet master of a high rank.

On the other side, Fear King's headless body had the back of his suit "tear" open, and pairs of thick arms grew out of his ribs. One of the arms formed a knife with its palm and easily pierced Evil Eye King's chest, then swung him away with all its might.

The two-meter-tall Evil Eye King flew into the distance like a boulder, smashing one pit after another in the desert, stirring up a sky of yellow sand.

Fear King's body unhurriedly bent down to pick up his head, pressed it to his neck, and with a series of "clicks," the neck bones automatically reconnected.

He moved his neck, his bones cracking, and the two beams of blood-colored light merged into one, becoming even more intense, shining on Fear King like a spotlight.

In the three-headed, eight-armed majestic body, terrifying power was brewing, and a violent, bloodthirsty aura was rapidly growing.

Fear King looked at the two of them, and a sinister look appeared on his smiling face. His pupils were scarlet, like an extremely bloodthirsty murderer, as he continued the second half of the sentence he hadn't finished: "Are you two... not taking me seriously enough!"

Fu Qingyang looked up at the blood-colored star in the dark sky and immediately understood the key to the problem.

He turned to look at Evil Eye King, who was flying back from a distance, and said, "I agree with your suggestion."

"What suggestion?" Evil Eye King didn't react for a moment.

Fu Qingyang said, "You deal the damage, and I'll support!"

Evil Eye King looked at Fear King, who was like a god and a demon, and was in a state of bloodthirsty madness, and was silent for a moment before tentatively asking, "Aren't you someone who never backs down! Aren't you someone who would rather die than retreat!"

Fu Qingyang's expression remained unchanged. "This isn't retreating, it's a reasonable tactical combination!"

Evil Eye King glanced at Fear King again. As a fanatic, he took the initiative to back down. "Actually, I can also play support."