Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty! Chapter 1704 - 700: Qiu Tu: Zhao Ji, I Want to Sleep With You (Monthly Ticket Requested)
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Zhao Ji's lips curved into a slight smile upon seeing Qiu Tu yield.
However, before she could savor her victory, Qiu Tu spoke, "Sister Zhao Ji, I acknowledge my grave error and deeply regret my transgressions."
"But... I truly have no desire to meet my end by a sword."
"You did say I could choose my method of departure, correct?"
Zhao Ji's eyes narrowed perceptibly, a suspicion forming that Qiu Tu's words were leading to something unpleasant.
As anticipated, without allowing Zhao Ji to question him, Qiu Tu declared loudly, "Then I implore you to drain me entirely! Squeeze me dry without mercy!"
"Strip me of every last shred of dignity!"
Zhao Ji's gaze intensified, her teeth grinding in pure fury.
Yet, Qiu Tu wasn't finished. As if having cast all caution aside, he bellowed, "I simply fancy you! I desire to be intimate with you! What is so wrong with that!"
"You are female, I am male. I am unattached, and you are unwed; there are no impediments between us. What objection is there to harboring such a thought!"
"I!"
"Pft!" Just as Qiu Tu was midway through his audacious declaration, a sudden chill pierced his chest, causing him to stifle the remainder of his words.
Time seemed to stand still in that moment. He glanced downwards, observing a sword tip emerging from the center of his chest.
An immediate wave of goosebumps washed over him, accompanied by a single, stark realization.
'It's over!'
'Did I miscalculate?'
With this thought, the sword inexplicably began to withdraw from his body, drawing a few drops of blood with it.
Just as Qiu Tu exhaled a shallow breath of relief, suddenly!
"Pft!" "Pft!" "Pft!"
The sword in Zhao Ji's hand became a blur, relentlessly striking Qiu Tu's body!
Shafts of blood erupted, and after the final thrust, Qiu Tu's strength completely failed him. He crumpled forward, collapsing onto the ground.
Gazing at Qiu Tu's prone form, Zhao Ji, as cold and distant as glacial ice, looked down upon him as if he were already deceased.
After a brief pause, Zhao Ji let out a chilling snort, leaving behind a parting statement, "You owe me a life."
Her tone was undeniably frigid, yet if one listened closely, there was an underlying current of petulant annoyance.
Having uttered these words, Zhao Ji vanished from her spot in a flash, completely disappearing from sight.
With Zhao Ji's abrupt departure, a moment of profound silence descended upon the rooftop.
A silent rain of blood began to fall, and across the city, all the godly clones, bathed in this crimson downpour, commenced their transformation into the coveted "Boundless Divine Crystal."
Mere moments later, precisely five seconds after Zhao Ji's departure, Qiu Tu abruptly regained consciousness!
"Huff! Huff!" He clutched his chest, rolling over and pushing himself up, gasping for air. His face was a mask of the sheer terror one experiences after narrowly escaping death.
Once he was upright, he ran a hand over his body...
It was drenched in blood! Yet... there were no visible wounds!
Furthermore... despite Zhao Ji's dozens of sword strikes, he hadn't felt the slightest sensation of pain?
Had it not been for the vivid memory of the swords cold passage in and out of his body, coupled with his blood-soaked state, he might have genuinely convinced himself it was all a mere phantasm.
'So....'
'Zhao Ji's numerous sword thrusts were merely a stark warning, leaving no physical damage?'
Contemplating this, Qiu Tu couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.
Each time he believed he had grasped Zhao Ji's true nature, this enigmatic woman consistently presented him with new and unexpected facets.
Her profound comprehension of a catastrophic being's construction, coupled with her mastery of swordsmanship, undoubtedly placed her at the absolute zenith.
It was no wonder she was revered as the legendary Heavenly God who once held sway over an entire era.
However, as this thought crossed his mind, Qiu Tu found himself smiling.
After all... despite the outrageous words he had just uttered, Zhao Ji, in her fury, had plunged her sword into him numerous times, yet had refrained from causing him actual harm...
This clearly signified that his standing within Zhao Ji's heart was already remarkably significant.
'Hmph hmph. This time, you inflicted dozens of wounds upon me. But next time, the tables will be turned, and it will be my turn to inflict wounds upon you!'
As Qiu Tu harbored this defiant thought.
A sharp buzzing sound echoed through the air! A sword suddenly pierced through the fabric of space and embedded itself near Qiu Tu's groin, pinning him firmly to the ground!
In that instant, a searing chill shot through his lower body, causing him to gasp audibly.
At that precise moment, Zhao Ji's icy voice resonated once more.
"Longchuan Ying possessed a total of 112 Heavenly God-level clones, each meticulously refined with the eighth stage deity."
"Following her demise, all these clones met a similar fate. Within one to two days, they will gradually transmute into the 'Boundless Divine Crystal'."
"I have depleted my treasury to assist you in this endeavor. Collect them, and provide me with 40 clones in return."
Upon hearing Zhao Ji's instructions, Qiu Tu quickly responded with practiced obedience, "Understood, Sister Zhao Ji!"
Witnessing Qiu Tu revert to his act of feigned docility, Zhao Ji let out another cold snort. She then swiftly withdrew her sword and vanished once more.
Observing Zhao Ji's ephemeral presence, Qiu Tu couldn't help but discreetly wipe the cold sweat from his brow.
He was beginning to suspect..... Zhao Ji had an unusual fondness for 'surveillance'.....
It had always been this way; she had expressly stated her departure, yet she would consistently leave a faint trace of spiritual power behind, a subtle test to gauge if any slander had been uttered against her. It was enough to evoke both tears and laughter. With his inner musings on Zhao Ji concluded, Qiu Tu also shifted his focus from his playful thoughts. He rose to his feet, standing atop the rooftop, his gaze sweeping across the entirety of Dragon Burying City. Since Zhao Ji's departure, the city had reverted to its former state, and what now lay before Qiu Tu was a desolate landscape bathed in the crimson light of the rain, accompanied by… scattered divine clones. As his eyes fell upon the numerous corpses of Longchuan Ying, a glint of excitement flickered within Qiu Tu's gaze. 'Struck it rich, struck it rich....' While Qiu Tu had indeed expended a considerable amount of resources as the price, compared to the spoils of over a hundred eighth-stage deities and three bodies of Heavenly Gods/Divine Kings, it was truly negligible. Even after deducting the portion of the 'Boundless Divine Crystal' that was shared with Zhao Ji, Qiu Tu's profit from this venture was undeniably seven to eight times greater.