Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty! Chapter 1692 - 697: Zhao Ji: I Will Protect You

Due to his Cataclysmic ability, Qiu Tu found himself nearly powerless against the Heavenly Gods. Only if Zhao Ji were to unleash her full power might she barely stand against a high-level Heavenly God.

Even with a four-against-two numerical advantage, Qiu Tu's side held only a slight edge in personnel, yet a victory seemed improbable.

Furthermore, Qiu Tu couldn't fathom that East God King Longchuan Ying, given her nature, would attempt an assassination without possessing formidable trump cards.

Indeed, just as Qiu Tu mulled this over, Longchuan Ying, after repelling the white-robed clone and the North God King with a lash of her whip, retreated. She then gazed coldly at the two, and a sharp, clear laugh echoed from behind her Ghost Face mask.

She taunted, "I had assumed your long-standing schemes would have yielded some hidden trump card. To discover... this is all you have?"

Even concealed by the mask, the ferocity in her eyes and the disdain in her voice were palpable. She declared, "After all these years, you've shown no improvement whatsoever."

"Do you truly believe that merely attaining the status of a Pseudo-God King prevents further growth?"

As she uttered these words, she brought her hands together in a light clap, and in the ensuing moment, six figures materialized before her.

Of these six individuals, some were enshrouded in deep black hoods, others were swathed from head to toe in bandages, one donned a jester's mask, and another's face was rendered unrecognizable by layers of heavy makeup.

More critically, however, the formidable auras emanating from these six figures indicated they had all achieved the Heavenly God level.

The most potent aura among them belonged to the bandaged woman, who appeared to have faintly breached the threshold of a mid-level Heavenly God.

Upon witnessing this development, a flicker of apprehension surfaced in the eyes of the North God King, the white-robed clone, and Zhao Ji.

The group swiftly retreated, establishing a greater distance from the newly arrived six Heavenly Gods.

Longchuan Ying observed this maneuver with indifference, advancing a couple more steps.

Her gaze, piercing through the Ghost Face mask, held a chilling intensity as she addressed the group, stating, "Truthfully... a Pseudo-God King is not incapable of enhancing their Positional Frame."

"It is merely a more arduous and intricate process."

"Moreover, even without elevating our Positional Frames, numerous avenues exist to augment our strength."

"How could this world be devoid of a path to greater heights? It is simply that few choose to tread it."

Concluding her statement, she turned her attention to Zhao Ji, remarking, "Xiyue. In days past, you were the radiant sun in the heavens, and we, mere stars orbiting your brilliance."

"I admired you, yet I also harbored envy."

"We are both Heavenly Gods. Why did you possess such might?"

"When we were in the Heavenly God realm, I was indeed no match for you. But now, you stand at the Eighth Rank, while I am a Heavenly God, bolstered by six Heavenly God-level clones—I refuse to believe I am still inferior to you..."

Absorbing Longchuan Ying's words, Qiu Tu's gaze shifted, meticulously assessing the power and Positional Frames of the six Heavenly God-level clones.

After a brief examination, a sense of relief washed over him: the good news was that while the power of these six Heavenly Gods was indeed formidable, and they had all reached the Heavenly God level, they were likely merely clones.

This implied that over the years, as her own strength stagnated, Longchuan Ying had resorted to cultivating additional clones to bolster her combat effectiveness and... to attempt shattering the power ceiling of a "Pseudo-Heavenly God."

While Qiu Tu was contemplating, Zhao Ji added indifferently, "No need to fret. Since I've drawn you into this conflict, rest assured, your safety is my utmost priority."

"Soon, I will personally deal with them. Your sole duty is to precisely follow my commands without a second's hesitation."

Upon hearing Zhao Ji's declaration, Qiu Tu registered a moment of surprise, quickly followed by instant comprehension!

He immediately sent a spiritual message: "Sister Zhaoji, you aren't planning a sacrificial act, are you?"

Zhao Ji scoffed with evident disdain, "Ushering in my own downfall? They are far from worthy."

Qiu Tu let out a breath of relief, but Zhao Ji's tone shifted, continuing, "It's just that... following their demise, I might indeed need to undergo reincarnation."

"After all, the utilization of certain abilities carries a substantial toll. Should I pay that price, reaching the Apex in this life becomes an impossibility..."

"If such is the case, I might find myself slumbering for another century..."

By the conclusion of her statement, Zhao Ji's voice had dwindled to a mere whisper.

Qiu Tu wondered if it was his perception, but her tone seemed to hold a hint of... reluctance?

Considering Zhao Ji's recent words about safeguarding his well-being and a century of slumber...

An audacious notion surfaced in Qiu Tu's mind at that instant.

'Could it be that Zhao Ji... is unwilling to part ways with me?'

Qiu Tu found himself compelled to look towards Zhao Ji. However, Zhao Ji tightened her grip on her ice sword, her gaze hardening. While her outward aura remained unchanged, it felt as though it was inwardly expanding, accumulating like an unfathomable abyss!

Observing this, Qiu Tu paused in thought before swiftly channeling spiritual power to halt Zhao Ji, "Wait, Sister Zhaoji. I have devised a solution, ensuring you need not forfeit your cultivation path in this lifetime!"

Hearing Qiu Tu's words, a flicker of surprise crossed Zhao Ji's features for the first time.

Yet, she swiftly masked her reaction and replied via spiritual power, "And what is this solution?"

Responding to Zhao Ji's inquiry, Qiu Tu rapidly elaborated on his strategy.

Zhao Ji listened intently, meditated for a couple of seconds, and finally responded, "Are you confident you can endure it?"

This time, Qiu Tu's eyes burned with unwavering resolve.

He offered a gentle smile, "Just as you are committed to ensuring my safety, I am equally dedicated to protecting yours."

"You are prepared to shield me from adversity; I stand equally ready to do the same for you."

When moments demand it, Qiu Tu consistently steps up. After all, '#63 of "The Handbook of Emotions" [108 Ways to Deepen Relationships]' states: 'Men are built for endurance; women cherish moments of brilliance.'"

Rational beings, men are perpetually calculating pros and cons in their interactions with women.

Women, however, operate differently. Driven by emotion, they tend to recall most vividly the instances where their feelings underwent the most significant shifts. Years later, the myriad small details might fade, but those unforgettable fragments will endure.

Therefore, if you possess 5000 yuan, resist the urge to spend it daily on breakfast or trinkets, hoping for love to blossom over time. The likely outcome is nothing.

Instead, rent a luxury car, present ninety-nine roses, treat her to an opulent dinner, declare your love under the moonlight, and secure a suite in a five-star hotel. That single night could be all it takes...

And such tactics remain potent even now.

Qiu Tu could pledge his devotion thousands of times over in everyday life, but it would pale in comparison to standing resolute before Zhao Ji in a critical juncture.

Indeed, after hearing Qiu Tu's proposal, Zhao Ji's eyes showed a noticeable surge of emotion.

She gazed intently at Qiu Tu before finally sending a composed spiritual message: "Very well."

At that precise moment, as their spiritual exchange concluded, the East God King's voice resonated.

As if privy to their entire telepathic conversation, she remarked with a hint of amusement, "Have your private discussions concluded?"

"Shall we proceed with the battle or not?"

Hearing Longchuan Ying's challenge, Zhao Ji was instantly brought back to the present.

She turned her attention to Longchuan Ying and stated, "Long Chuan, you claim to have admired and envied me. But do you comprehend why, back then, I stood as a Peak Heavenly God, capable of vanquishing God Kings on the battlefield, while you remained a high-level Heavenly God merely cheering from the sidelines?"

Zhao Ji's question momentarily stunned Longchuan Ying.

Zhao Ji slowly drew her sword, her expression unreadable, "Because, for me, the world ceased to present any true adversaries long ago."

"My solitary opponent has always been myself!"

As she spoke these words, the aura emanating from Zhao Ji began to surge with incredible intensity!

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