Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty! Chapter 1703 - 700: Qiu Tu: Zhao Ji, I Want to Sleep With You (Monthly Ticket Request) (2)

In the absence of a stark power difference, the mind becomes the decisive factor in the triumph or failure of a grand battle...

'Perhaps this is a lesson Uncle intended for me?'

With this contemplation, Shao Hua paused briefly.

Then, a flicker crossed her eyes.

'I wonder if Qiu Tu managed to pull through...'

'Maybe I should go and ascertain his condition?'

Although aware of her side's victory, the scene she recalled—the moments before her supposed demise—involved hundreds of Longchuan Ying suspended in the air.

These were none other than hundreds of Heavenly God-level experts.

Qiu Tu might have aided Zhao Ji in securing the great battle, but his survival remained uncertain.

Shao Hua felt it was her duty, as an ally, to comprehend the unfolding battle circumstances.

Hmm... If she could bring Qiu Tu back with her, or perhaps, while Qiu Tu and Zhao Ji were at a low ebb, extend further goodwill to secure their favor, Shao Hua deemed the effort worthwhile.

After all... with the demise of the three Divine Kings and Uncle preoccupied with his own affairs.

This realm was inevitably poised for dominion by Qiu Tu and Zhao Ji!

Maintaining a cordial relationship with them would incur no disadvantage.

With this strategic consideration, after a fleeting moment of indecision, Shao Hua ascended and set her course towards the 'Northwestern Region'....

...

Meanwhile, attention within the 'Boundless Heart Sea' was intently focused on Dragon Burying City, a place that had seized the apprehension of every major faction.

The recovery process for Zhao Ji and Qiu Tu was approaching its culmination.

It must be acknowledged that the calculations of 'Crisis Intuition' might indeed be of the highest caliber.

Zhao Ji had channeled all her Cataclysmic Power into Qiu Tu, and just as her vitality and spiritual power teetered on the brink of depletion, the suction emanating from Qiu Tu's form gradually subsided.

Zhao Ji, likely unaccustomed to such a profound drain, shook her slightly reeling head. She then stepped back, closed her eyes, and with palms upturned to the heavens, commenced absorbing the ambient 'Cataclysmic Power' to restore her strength.

Dragon Burying City, having been the nexus of a conflict involving six Heavenly God-level experts and the site where over a hundred Heavenly God clones met their end, was undoubtedly the most potent reservoir of 'Cataclysmic Power' within the Boundless Heart Sea for a considerable duration.

Zhao Ji's innate talent was exceptionally remarkable; as she absorbed the power, it was akin to a leviathan's consumption, with all surrounding Cataclysmic Power surging into her being.

In a mere span of thirty minutes, Zhao Ji had nearly achieved a full restoration.

She lifted her gaze, her cold eyes fixing upon Qiu Tu, whose back remained turned towards her. She gestured, then donned another of her garments.

Once clad, Zhao Ji drew her sword, approached Qiu Tu from behind, and pressed its edge against his neck.

From the outset, Qiu Tu had been rendered immobile by Zhao Ji's actions.

The sudden pressure of the sword against his throat sent a jolt through him, causing his hair to stand on end.

Concurrently, Zhao Ji's frigid voice resonated from behind him, asking, 'Have you considered your preferred method of demise?'

Had Zhao Ji remained silent, Qiu Tu might have grappled with uncertainty. However, her spoken words immediately allayed his fears.

He managed a strained chuckle and inquired, 'Sister Zhao Ji, what is the meaning of this?'

Zhao Ji's eyes, profound and chill, resembled the frigid depths of an abyssal pool, responding, 'Do you not comprehend my meaning?'

'Moments ago, I extended aid to you with benevolent intent. Yet, you presumed liberties with me.'

'Do you think such actions do not warrant death?'

As she uttered these words, Zhao Ji's grip on the sword tightened, sending a shiver of cold along Qiu Tu's neck.

He coughed, then cautiously, with a hint of timidity, ventured, 'If I believe I should not die... will Sister Zhao Ji spare me?'

Zhao Ji: .....

Qiu Tu's impertinent demeanor appeared to have ignited Zhao Ji's ire. She inhaled deeply and declared, 'Of course not.'

Upon hearing this, Qiu Tu's eyes involuntarily darted backward, attempting to discern Zhao Ji's expression.

However, not only was he still ensnared by Zhao Ji's immobilizing technique, rendering him incapable of movement, but even if he could, there was no discernible light within Dragon Burying City, as all illumination had been absorbed by Zhao Ji.

Thus, after a couple of futile attempts, Qiu Tu abandoned this expedient approach.

With no alternative but to continue probing Zhao Ji's disposition, he carefully remarked, 'But... I believe Sister Zhao Ji will.'

'After all, if your intention was truly to end my life, why would you have intervened to save me?'

Zhao Ji's response, seemingly prepared in advance, was delivered with icy composure: 'My intervention was necessitated by the intertwined nature of our Cataclysmic Power at that moment.'

'A forced separation would have inflicted harm upon me as well.'

If Qiu Tu had harbored any doubt regarding Zhao Ji's intent to kill him, he was now unequivocally certain—Zhao Ji harbored no such lethal design.

The reasoning was remarkably straightforward...

Qiu Tu recalled a passage from the 'Emotional Handbook': If a woman is willing to offer an explanation or to listen to yours, it signifies her desire to avoid a breakup.

Her willingness to engage in an argument or await your justification indicates that she does not wish for the relationship to end.