Gu Shen rarely did not retaliate forcefully.
He silently clasped the great bow, feeling a sense of security, yet also so unease... It must be admitted that the Devil’s understanding of the "Truth Ruler" far surpassed his own. Once the "Gift" was revoked, the difficulty of fighting ng Xiao would suddenly escalate.
Because all he could do now was to condense the bow’s form; even if he rembered every detail of [Extinguishing Candle] at this mont, he couldn’t create a replica of his own.
In other words, Gu Shen couldn’t even condense a forgery of a forgery.
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After a single shot, the bottom of the Nether River returned to tranquility.
After that "arrow," ng Xiao no longer used the power of the Magic Robe.
He reassessed the young man before him; Gu Shen was still within the net of "Dark Light" he had cast. This battle did not require haste.
ng Xiao slowly drifted back a distance, ensuring he stayed as far from the terrifying great bow’s range as possible.
Then, he broke the riverbed’s silence: "Weren’t you always curious why I targeted you?"
This was a question that had always puzzled Gu Shen.
In the cetery at the Gu Castle Fortress, he was reminded by Zhong Yuan. When he received this news...
He couldn’t understand it.
Why did Duke Zhen Yue relentlessly pursue him?
"Our Light City has never coexisted with Dark Breath..."
ng Xiao slowly extended his palm to his chest, and the Blessing aura drifting like seaweed in the water gathered instantly like smoke. As his palm lifted, this strand of Blessing condensed, solidified, and transford into a slender light sword, gripped in his hand just like the arc of the Truth Ruler.
The light sword’s tip pointed directly at Gu Shen’s brow.
ng Xiao said calmly, "You are so familiar with this Black River, you should know it is related to the ’Netherworld King’... right?"
Gu Shen remained expressionless.
But inside... his heart sank.
This was the last thing he wanted to hear; he hoped ng Xiao targeted him not because Light City was pursuing the Netherworld King...
What could be worse than being targeted by the Light God’s Seat?
The Netherworld King, who fell twenty years ago, reviving and returning to the East Continent was already an incredible news.
Especially after the Netherworld King vanished again after the battle in the cetery, making this already sowhat fictitious news seem even more "elusive."
Of course.
The whereabouts of the Netherworld King have always been a mystery.
Other thrones might turn a blind eye, but the Light God’s Seat could not remain indifferent.
"Although the throne has not descended, the light remains, and the Divine’s Will still guides ."
"Now, whenever I see you, the murderous intent in my heart surges like never before..."
ng Xiao stared at Gu Shen, speaking one word at a ti.
Perhaps it was because of that "Ghost Veil."
Or maybe because the fla at Gu Shen’s brow had turned pale.
The more ng Xiao looked at Gu Shen, the more he felt a natural repulsion...
Earlier at the top of Black Snow Mountain, the light had dissipated too quickly.
Lord Divine had only enough ti to leave a simple guiding cue into the river.
As for what he should do after delving into the Black River... Lord Divine had not said much.
But now ng Xiao could confirm that this young man had a complex, inextricable link with the Netherworld King, the Black River, and his mission.
His pupils flashed gold as he shouted in a low voice, "What exactly is your relationship with the Netherworld King?"
When ng Xiao spoke, the murderous intent in his heart was already absolute.
Actually, Gu Shen’s answer didn’t matter at all...
In his heart, he already had the answer.
Regardless of the true reality, the truth in his heart wouldn’t change.
Now, he intended to erase this young man who might pose a great threat to Light City in the silent Black River.
Gu Shen did not answer.
He rely looked up silently, staring at Duke Zhen Yue before him.
Silence, stronger than a thousand words.
Under the countless radiance of Blazing Light, the temperature of the Nether River’s waters began to rise. All around seed to transform into a copper furnace. As Holy Light scorched Gu Shen, he remained expressionless, activating [Iron Throne]. He ran two fingers lightly across the unknown iron armor at his waist, drawing out an iron arrow effortlessly, nocking it on the Dragon Scale Bow’s string, aiming at Zhen Yue.
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(PS: I wrote all morning, to ensure quality, this is as much as I have, four thousand five hundred words, not a long Chapter, so there will be another Chapter before six in the afternoon.)
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