As expected, the cri is monstrous.
According to Mr. Li Sr., the willingness of the two High-level Extraordinary individuals, Lady Ji Ning and himself, to accept the invitation and appear at the banquet simultaneously, seems to have so subtle reasons behind it.
This might be one of the few opportunities he has to legitimately face the other party.
However, it seems that this rare opportunity has been disrupted by Luyi and so excessive actions from the unknown backing he has.
Of course, what’s more excessive is himself, with Lady Ji Ning’s blood still on his hands.
Although it was just a bizarre dilemma not rooted in reality, amid the inability to escape the psychological pseudo-death earlier, Lady Ji Ning erupted with an almost full-force of death fear, successfully passing the baton to Lord Aike.
Fu Qian is utterly confird at this mont, examining everything around with a higher Ranking presence.
Even the imprint of the Order of Blood on his body faded away.
Fear, anger, anxiety, despair.
The purest and most direct will, bursting at super-speed before the death of the two High-level Extraordinary, had directly pushed the consensus on himself to new heights in a flash.
As ntioned before, the window is very short, and opportunities vanish in a blink.
Whether it’s Lord Aike or Lady Ji Ning, the reason for his lethal action is because it’s the thod with the highest consensus yield per unit ti.
Of course, Fu Qian admits that’s not the only objective.
Everyone’s in the ga, and it’s well known that climbing higher than others using a ladder is only the first step to winning a competition.
The second step is learning reverse thinking, like burning the ladder, cutting off the opponent’s chances.
And the behavior just now theoretically qualifies as a perfect fusion of these two steps, embodying ultimate execution power.
No personal grudge, all business.
Although it seems Lord Luyi doesn’t rush when facing a leading opponent.
"Brilliant!"
As Fu Qian turned his head, the sound of applause erupted, clap-clap.
Luyi, who had initially tried to interfere with his actions using the Order’s imprint but failed and then did no more, lavishly gave his praise.
...
"I must say, I now share Lord Aike’s curiosity."
As opposed to Mr. Li Sr., who just acted violently and now stands statue-like and inscrutable, Luyi is lively and full of praise.
"Not just because of your strength, but also the decisiveness in your actions is quite impressive."
"Once matters here conclude, I shall try to uncover your true origin and the past happenings in Em House Palace, haha... liberating my mind."
"You’re too kind. So, after they died inside, have they returned to reality now?"
Fu Qian also displayed humility in the face of praise from a competitor.
Lord Luyi’s ntion of decision refers not just to killing.
The focus was the resolute abandonnt of cultural victories in favor of military matters.
Essentially, this is the capitalist’s unspoken mutual flattery.
The emphasis on strength in his first remark is a purely back-to-basics approach.
As previously ntioned, a trio might have utility against a Demigod, but the re idea of a Second Phase using them for tasks doesn’t quite align logically.
Even if it seems his story is almost bankrupt, he remains keen to stab at it further.
Hence, Fu Qian is quite straightforward, not bothered to display openly that he lacks familiarity with this situation during the questioning.
"What did you say to them earlier?"
"Simple... their fate remains unknown until anything ends."
Luyi isn’t one to expect others to just hand over ammunition, but he won’t refuse it either, continuing with a smile.
This kind of mystical, vague answer is generally disliked.
However, he doesn’t know his opponent is even a mystic practitioner, with mastery at handling such ambiguous information.
The characters’ fates depend on the fate of the note itself?
Fu Qian nods slightly, pondering.
He understands the suggestion as victims involved here won’t simply awaken from a nightmare at death but depend on how this collaborative will-driven story ends.
How interesting indeed.
"So why don’t you kill to determine how this ends?"
Fu Qian asked without doubt, seeing Luyi slightly intrigued, posing the question next.
...
"I’m still contemplating what your death state would be."
Luyi’s straightforward question leads to Fu Qian’s cryptic response.
"And the result?"
Luyi, showing expertise, reacts with excitent, as though understanding sothing.
"Inconceivable."
Fu Qian remains honest.
"... I must admit, Lord Anke indeed keeps surprising ."
Luyi had a rather exuberant laughter.
"Feels right, it’s not easy to kill as long as the Order of Blood remains, so will I."
"Unfortunately, you should’ve noticed this sooner, instead of being over-smart."
"But don’t be disheartened; consider how to further elevate to obliterate even the Order of Blood."
To be akin to such Divine power?
Luyi’s friendly suggestion aims to secure an advantage, understandably not out of goodwill.
Fu Qian is aware, acknowledging its difficulty in a fight.
Careful preparation in a ho ground, how could there be no self-preservation asures?
Suspecting a mastermind behind events, this was considered early on.
Now, rely after an upgrade, it beca more apparent from the sensory level.
Luyi indeed hasn’t lied, though of Demigod Tier; his essence, intertwined peculiarly with omnipresent erosion.
Even if shattered into pieces, actual death remains a far reach.
Unless his source is crushed alongside.
To achieve that, re Second Phase would be insufficient, requiring a higher level of power—although, it needn’t at all be enhanced.
Considering this possibility, he still chose this route, evidently prepared to handle it.
For himself, without doubt back to Pseudo-God form, briefly as the Abandonnt King, there isn’t a theoretical barrier anymore.
Yet he hasn’t acted because, at that mont, Fu Qian sensed this dilemma rejected him—post-Second Phase recovery.
No wonder the warehouse made enter in an incomplete form.
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