I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 705: Only the Strong Know No Troubles

Moloch remained silent, only grumbling in his heart.

Imagine a loaded gun pointed at your head, with the person demanding a discussion.

What choice do you have? No matter how unpleasant their words, you must endure.

"Speak, what is it you desire?"

With no avenue for retreat, if Lin Yi intended to strike, his immense power would have already ended things. The fact that a negotiation was even possible implied Lin Yi had no intention of killing him.

"You grasp the circumstances. My consort wishes to increase her strength, and clashing with you presents the ideal method. However, lethal force is forbidden. I will remain constantly at her side, maintaining her condition."

Lin Yi cast Xiyue a glance before addressing Moloch again.

"Aside from refraining from all-out attacks, you are free to fight as you please. Should you manage to subdue Xiyue and compel her to abandon her pursuit of your abilities, you will be permitted to depart unharmed."

"Consider this carefully."

He felt an urge to curse, to question Lin Yi's entire lineage for eighteen generations.

However, Moloch lacked the audacity.

Should Lin Yi truly lose his temper and unleash his lethal power, his very soul wouldn't be preserved, let alone any possibility of resurrection.

After a moment of reluctant consideration, Moloch was compelled to agree.

The arrangement proceeded without a hitch, until the cultivators from the Parallel Blue Star emerged.

"Detestable wretch, you extinguished the lives of three high-ranking War God experts from our Beautiful Country, and you believe you can simply walk away? And you, child, are you even human? Do you not hail from Da Xia? What, is your own nation of no concern to you? If this monstrosity survives, can you guarantee it will pose no threat to Xia?"

From the Beautiful Country's contingent, a burly War God with curly blonde hair sprang forth from the assembly, making a direct line for Lin Yi.

This individual was quite something.

Witnessing Moloch's utter subjugation under Lin Yi's pressure, to the point of utter silence, this newcomer seemed oblivious to his own perilous position.

He soared directly towards Lin Yi, commencing a barrage of admonishments.

These words held no significance for Lin Yi.

It wasn't the first or even the second time he had faced unwarranted hostility; he remained unperturbed.

Moloch, however, was a different case.

As a deity, sealed away on the Parallel Blue Star for millennia, finally breathing the free air, he encountered the immense challenge that was Lin Yi. These circumstances alone were enough to incite anyone's fury.

Now, after finally securing a life-saving accord, these ignorant interlopers had the audacity to disrupt it.

If it were a person of consequence and might, that would be one thing, but an insignificant figure from the Beautiful Country dared to dictate his fate?

"Damn you, where did you crawl from, you piece of trash! Who the hell do you think you are? Shut your damned mouth."

Enduring Lin Yi's affronts was an unavoidable necessity; maintaining his existence meant swallowing his pride.

But against a mere nobody like yourself, why waste any words?

With a sudden flash of flame, Moloch, moving with astonishing speed, materialized before the clueless War God from the Beautiful Country. Within the War God's terrified gaze, Moloch extended his right hand, planting it firmly upon the blond behemoth's head.

"You imbecile, who do you presume yourself to be, spouting such nonsense?"

The temperature beneath his palm began to surge, the terrifying divine flame searing the blond hulk as he pleaded for his life:

"Sir, please, I apologize, I was mistaken, I shall never speak out of turn again."

Mistaken? It is far too late!

Arrogance always comes with a price.

Unaware that he was currently being shielded, yet presuming to act with such arrogance before Lin Yi? If you do not perish, who shall?

Even as pleas for mercy escaped him, the blond hulk frantically channeled the Law Power within his being, managing to slightly mitigate the harm.

"Monster, how dare you!"

The abrupt turn of events momentarily stunned the blond hulk's comrades.

They momentarily set aside the recent demise of the three high-ranking War Gods wielding Supreme Laws.

The remaining War Gods from the Beautiful Country surged forward, attempting to rescue the blond hulk.

In response, Lin Yi and Xiyue could only shake their heads ruefully.

These individuals, if lacking proficiency in the Xia language, should have at least learned discernment. Moloch had pledged not to harm the few fools from the Beautiful Country, yet they disregarded the earlier fatalities and dared to court their own demise!

The Advanced Fire Control Skill was unleashed, and several arms formed of flame instantly constricted the throats of all the War Gods from the Beautiful Country.

Worthy of their title, even when confronted by god-level adversaries, they could instantaneously envelop themselves in Laws, minimizing the onslaught of damage.

Yet, in the face of absolute power, even the most sophisticated techniques prove futile.

The instant the divine fire clasped their throats, the War Gods from the Beautiful Country did not entirely cease their struggle; some could even manage a hand gesture towards cultivators they knew well in ordinary life, signaling for aid.

Alas, the chasm in power was simply too immense.

High-level flames could be resisted for a duration through the application of Law Power, but what of the Primordial Power?

Moloch merely channeled the Power of the Primordial residing within his remnant soul, infusing it into the flame.

At this moment, the divine fire truly became divine fire for cultivators hailing from Parallel Blue Star.

Without even a moment to scream, the War Gods from another nation, who had just begun to consolidate their Source Power in response to the Beautiful Country's summons, were utterly incapacitated before they could even initiate a countermove. A smell of burnt protein permeated the air.

Following the direction of the scent, one could discern the War Gods from the Beautiful Country glowing a ominous red through the darkness, evidently completely incinerated.

As formidable War Gods, they possessed innate survival mechanisms. It was utterly inconceivable that they failed to activate these life-saving skills and were annihilated in an instant.

"Bah, encountering such individuals is truly unfortunate. Come, girl, let us commence swiftly, lest these fools continue to mar your mood."

Moloch's gaze was perfectly clear as he uttered these words.

Xiyue offered a nod, commencing her duel with Moloch.

The incident involving the Heaven-Breaking War God alone had already sent ripples of alarm through the Beautiful Country.

This was compounded by the grave matter of several War Gods perishing within such a short span.

Within the high-level conference chamber of Maoxiong, numerous senior officials were seated rigidly, their gazes fixed intently on the Blue Star projection displayed at the center of the room, refraining from even the slightest indrawn breath.

On one hand, they were captivated by the breathtaking spectacle of the battle unfolding between Xiyue and Moloch; on the other, they found themselves utterly perplexed regarding their subsequent course of action.

In the current epoch, the power wielded by the Beautiful Country trailed only that of Xia.

Even Maoxiong lacked the standing to provoke their ire.

To refrain from offering complete assistance to the Beautiful Country at such a critical juncture would inevitably invite their fury.

And now, with the War Gods of the Beautiful Country in dire straits and no official channels of communication established, providing an explanation later would present yet another substantial quandary.

"What shall we do, Leader!"

The spokesperson for Foreign Affairs, abandoning all pretense of protocol, flung open the conference room door and burst in.

"Leader, what is our directive? The Beautiful Country has initiated over fifty communication links, yet we have remained entirely unresponsive. Regarding the annihilation of their War Gods, should we provide a truthful report?"

From his central position in the meeting room, Nislafov wore a grim expression.