Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty! Chapter 1697 - 698: Slaying the Divine King!

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Meanwhile, Zhao Ji fiercely clashed with Longchuan Ying's doppelgangers, her long sword a blur against the onslaught, her brows knitted in concentration.

A dire predicament had befallen her.

With ample time, vanquishing this misguided Pseudo-God King would have been an assured victory.

However, time was a luxury she no longer possessed.

Qiu Tu's telepathic message had reached her moments before, promising to elevate her power to the cusp of a "Heavenly God" and urging her onward.

But Zhao Ji understood the inherent cost of such power, and given her own cultivation and innate talent, the colossal resources required for such a boost were staggering.

Though Qiu Tu hadn't specified a duration, Zhao Ji sensed the process would be swift.

This understanding fueled her previous ten-second accumulation of power and her subsequent ferocious assault, honing her sword intent before unleashing it.

Yet, Longchuan Ying proved unexpectedly resilient.

Seemingly aware of the burgeoning synergy between Zhao Ji and Qiu Tu, Longchuan Ying deliberately prolonged the engagement, perhaps anticipating their downfall.

Despite the rapid dissipation of the Longchuan Ying clones under Zhao Ji's relentless assault, the ticking clock remained her greatest adversary.

"To defeat this Divine King, only one path remains..."

"Locate her true form."

"But..."

Her gaze swept across the sky, now a chaotic expanse of identical Longchuan Ying clones, each exuding a similar aura and possessing comparable strength.

Discerning the original form was an insurmountable task!

A heavy despair settled in Zhao Ji's heart.

This scene eerily mirrored the "Heavenly God Cataclysm" from years past.

Back then, facing a sky filled with Heavenly Gods and Divine Kings, superior in might yet utterly incapable of decisive action.

Even her formidable power paled against an overwhelming tide of equally matched foes; defeat was the only foreseeable outcome.

"Is this my fated end?"

A burning sense of injustice ignited within Zhao Ji. Her life's journey had been an arduous climb, poised on the precipice of triumph, only to face such a crushing defeat!

Yet, how could she shatter this stalemate!

As Zhao Ji grappled with her formidable power and gnawing helplessness, Qiu Tu's voice transmission resonated once more.

"Sister Zhaoji. I can only maintain this for mere seconds."

"It is impossible to eliminate all of Longchuan Ying's clones in such a short span."

"The key lies in finding her original body! A single strike, a single kill!"

Zhao Ji faltered upon hearing Qiu Tu's words. She was about to respond, "I understand, but I cannot pinpoint Longchuan Ying's true form right now"...

At that precise moment, Qiu Tu spoke again, "I possess a method to reveal Longchuan Ying's original body!"

"I will count down from three. After I finish, the figure that materializes before you will be Longchuan Ying's true form!"

Zhao Ji's eyes widened in astonishment at Qiu Tu's declaration.

The figure appearing after a three-count would be Longchuan Ying's original body?

What sorcery was this?

Before comprehension could fully dawn, Qiu Tu's countdown echoed in her ear.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

As the countdown concluded, the world around Zhao Ji plunged into an absolute darkness. All beings, objects, and phenomena vanished, stripped of all light.

Her vision was consumed by impenetrable blackness!

Yet, within this void, a figure several miles distant shimmered with an ethereal luminescence. Clad in a ghost-faced mask, swathed in bandages, and draped in a black robe, it stood out against the gloom.

Though bewildered by the unfolding events, Zhao Ji recognized that placing her trust in Qiu Tu was her sole recourse!

In the subsequent instant, she unleashed her full might, charging forward with blinding speed, her blade aimed directly at the glowing figure!

The target, perhaps taken by surprise at being so easily revealed, displayed a look of utter shock on its masked visage!

Despite the ambush, the figure's power was undeniably immense. It managed a swift counter-move, parrying Zhao Ji's sword strike.

But who was Zhao Ji? She was the unparalleled prodigy who ascended to the pinnacle of the world at a mere seventeen! A legendary Heavenly God who defined an era!

A peerless genius capable of slaying a Divine King while embodying the persona of a Heavenly God! The most brilliant star in this world's firmament!

Previously, hampered by time constraints and the inability to identify Longchuan Ying's true form, Zhao Ji could not fully unleash her devastating power.

Now, with the target revealed, she would falter no longer!

Facing Longchuan Ying's defiant counterattack, Zhao Ji scoffed, "Presumptuous!"

"Heavenly Slash!"

Her powerful cry echoed through the battlefield!

In the blink of an eye, the Cataclysmic Power within a hundred-mile radius seemed to ignite, a colossal tide surging towards her!

Following this, an unstoppable Sword Qi lashed out at Longchuan Ying's true form!

Sensing the overwhelming might, the ghost-faced mask on Longchuan Ying's visage began to contort violently! She cried out, "No!"

Yet, her struggle was in vain!

Only the deafening "boom!" of an immense explosion echoed through the land!

Darkness enveloped the world, the sun and moon shattering! The rain of blood, seemingly amplified to its peak, transitioned from a mere "drizzle" to a torrential downpour!

The East God King had met their end!

As Longchuan Ying's original body perished, the hundreds of clones densely packed in the sky, abruptly losing their control, began to plummet one after another.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Their falling bodies impacted Dragon Burying City like cannonballs!

The entire city appeared to undergo a brutal baptism, riddled with potholes and craters everywhere.

Meanwhile, Qiu Tu found himself utterly unable to focus on the unfolding battlefield.

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Today's update is 7000 words. It's a bit late, apologies. Am in recovery status.

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After the third count concluded, Zhao Ji was suddenly struck by a complete darkening of the world. All people, objects, and everything seemed to be stripped of light, rendered entirely invisible!

The vista before Zhao Ji's eyes plunged into blackness at that very instant!

But within that darkened expanse, at a distance of several miles, a single figure eerily "illuminated" the void, clad in a ghost-face mask, swathed in bandages, and cloaked in black robes.

At this juncture, though Zhao Ji remained unaware of the precise events, she knew with certainty that entrusting herself to Qiu Tu was her sole viable course of action!

Thus, in the subsequent moment! She unleashed her full power, charged forward, and swung her blade towards that solitary figure!

The figure likely did not anticipate being discovered, as a look of profound shock contorted the ghost face in that instant!

However, their power was undeniably immense. Even when caught off guard and facing Zhao Ji's onslaught, they still managed to react promptly, striking towards Zhao Ji's long sword!

But who was Zhao Ji? She was the unparalleled prodigy who ascended to the world's pinnacle at the tender age of seventeen! A Legendary Heavenly God who spearheaded an entire era!

A peerless genius capable of dispatching a Divine King while embodying a Heavenly God's persona! The most radiant jewel within this world's resplendent Golden Hall!

Previously, due to time constraints and her inability to locate Longchuan Ying's true form, Zhao Ji could not fully harness her terrifying might despite its formidable nature.

But now that she had found her target, she would not falter or disappoint!

Therefore, confronting Longchuan Ying's counter-offensive, she let out a cold snort, "Showing off!" "Showing off!"