The damage was indeed inflicted by himself, Fu Qian has always been confident in explosive output.
Unfortunately, the explosive output seed to have been conveyed to him in so abstract manner.
He had encountered instances of reflected damage before, but this seed to be a different concept.
According to previous conjectures, the damage indeed landed on the opponent but was temporarily sealed.
Then in the current situation, as the sealed damage manifested, it seed most bore his own na.
No wonder Lord Destiny Snake remained calm, from start to finish, never considering counterattack or explosive output.
It seed that hitting harder would eventually lead to his own demise.
"Since the day of its birth, the Tyrant has made countless people feel its power of destruction...now I feel it too, this barbaric withering, this eternal end."
"But have you ever considered that the end of withering, the end of cessation, is sothing more wonderful?"
While Fu Qian summarized further test results, Destiny Snake’s reflection appeared simultaneously.
And it seed the Tyrant’s early reputation wasn’t great, known only for robust strength—is this also part of authority?
As for what was said later, it was virtually an admission that the damage on him cos from its manipulation of destiny.
"Back to the earlier question, I know what it made you co to do, but do you truly know what you are here to do?"
"Of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know, you will definitely do what you need to do, hehehe..."
...
This standard swindler deanor.
The low laughter seed to mock the foolishness of the newly crowned Abandonnt King.
Although being directly involved, Fu Qian didn’t imdiately retaliate, instead praised the other’s stage presence.
Not to ntion, if it were like fortune-telling under a bridge, the stall should have been overturned many tis by now?
"Indeed, you just ntioned, there isn’t much ti."
Ignoring the scars on his body, Fu Qian snapped his fingers with a restored hand.
A wisp of golden fla leaped out instantly, enveloping his hand, arm, entire body...and all surroundings.
Specialized for targeting the will, the Fire of Madness, one of the essence manifestations of the Tyrant’s power.
Perhaps not as intense or as concentrated as before, but prevailing in endurance and stability.
Naturally, it isn’t surprising that at that mont, Lord Destiny Snake’s scales also reverted back to eyes, maintaining the greatest resistance.
But no matter how great, it obviously can’t compare to the master of authority.
Thus, theoretically speaking, there seems to exist the possibility of stalemating to victory through this thod—
"Not enough, far from enough."
Fully observing Fu Qian’s actions, at that mont, Lord Destiny Snake shook his head.
"You found a possible path through the future, but unfortunately, you lack the ti to walk it through— even if starting from the mont you woke up this morning."
It can be heard that the entire process of the task indeed was under this one’s observation.
As for whether the words are true or false—Fu Qian didn’t retract the Fire of Madness.
Although he leans towards it being true.
The resistance targeted, the shared destiny, the fla damage that ultimately impacts the opponent is quite inconceivable.
And from just now till now, though of poor appearance, this one’s state seed fine.
To exhaust such a Superior Being, needing a longer ti is only reasonable.
Even with sufficient ti, dealing with a being who excels at arranging everything to develop all possibilities in a direction favoring itself, Fu Qian doesn’t think a prolonged battle is a good idea—crackle!
So why not intensify more?
The next mont under the blazing flas, hundreds and thousands of tentacles surged forth.
"It’s absolutely unsurprising you would do this...no matter the entity, they always struggle against their destiny."
Once more hitting successfully, though triggering Lord Destiny Snake’s mockery, accompanied by more turbulent blood.
Compared to the splashing few scales across from him, Fu Qian’s body was considerably more shocking.
The efficiency of ti-related trauma increased by more than double from before.
Fu Qian seed to feel himself swiftly becoming the endpoint of all withering, the bearer of the withering he himself caused.
Withering of the withering, end of the end...Lord Destiny Snake indeed is practicing the previous statent along the way.
Nice—
Despite the tentacles not fully withdrawn from his body, they exploded again, sweeping everything.
...
"Truly astounding...if I had a choice, I never would willingly appear before you."
In the voice of Destiny Snake, there seed to be admiration, showing no hesitation in admitting he wouldn’t dare to withstand the Tyrant’s power.
Though rely move his lips, accompanied by Fu Qian’s body disintegration.
Even the formidable Tyrant, the blood bar isn’t infinite.
Under repeated hits, the body was difficult to claim as intact anymore, and still rapidly becoming less so.
"You flatter ."
Certainly, it didn’t hinder Fu Qian from maintaining politeness.
"Why not try releasing so form? That might indeed cause so disruption to destiny."
Receiving a cordial response, Lord Destiny Snake slightly nodded, then smoothly proposed a suggestion.
"Indeed."
And Fu Qian truly listened, snapping his fingers again.
Amid boiling flas, the fragnted body rapidly expanded.
Found it.
At the sa ti within the Superior Being’s view, a phantom Calamity Eye was again detonated.
...
Though not the previous one, at that mont, Lord Destiny Snake abruptly turned silent.
Alongside it, were scales falling like dry leaves.
It appeared not prosperous in blood bar, and this sealed destiny ultimately ca.
Regarding the reason, no one remains to undertake this withering for him.
The thing found just now was simple—connection.
Destiny is cryptic and unpredictable, difficult to grasp except by the sculptor, yet since harm can transfer through, there must exist an abstract layer of connection.
Barbaric withering, eternal end...for the Tyrant’s essence, this one’s depiction is rather apt, especially the "eternal."
To grant life and death, master disaster, before you is no re puppet, this seat is the true Abandonnt King.
Can end destiny, why not end destiny’s connection?
Not rely once has granted disaster to special concepts, and the layered testing just now, finally under the accumulation of Madness Fla plus a myriad of tentacles, through self-inflicted damage, inversely locked onto this more abstract concept, and directly violently dismantled.
More tyrant than Tyrant, never just talk.
Of course, the master of destiny isn’t a na lost by idleness.
With no intention of retiring, Fu Qian’s gaze locked on that quickly decaying mass, in his hand a furious fla accumulated and condensed.
"Truly, splendid..."
At a certain mont, a brand new head and neck continued to erge from that pile of filth.
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