My dagger was taken by Xie Zhuo quite effortlessly.
But Xie Zhuo was furious enough. He stared at me intensely and called my name: “Fu! Jiu! Xia!”
I listened, knowing that not only could he not harm me now, but he had to protect me.
When I completely entrusted my life to Xie Zhuo, I discovered it felt more reassuring than entrusting it to myself.
So all my movements became calm and composed. I unhurriedly turned off the earring on my ear, and raised my slashed palm toward Xie Zhuo.
Magical energy gathered in my palm, and I sent a brilliant immortal spell shooting toward Xie Zhuo’s face.
I didn’t restrain my spiritual power; the light surged forth powerfully like an arrow shooting toward Xie Zhuo.
I certainly knew that such a face-to-face attack couldn’t harm Xie Zhuo. His reaction was extremely fast—with just a slight tilt of his head, the spell brushed past his temple and ear, shooting straight into the tribulation clouds above, forming a bright white light within them.
He frowned at me: “What exactly are you trying to do?”
This was finally his turn to ask me.
“Sending a signal to Xie Xuanqing,” I said, “So he can steadily feed a mouthful of blood to Xiaxia.”
Xie Zhuo’s gaze became even more dangerous. He stared at me, his pitch-black pupils seeming to contain a tribulation lightning storm about to strike.
Of course, he couldn’t return to Xiaxia’s side now.
His movements were fast, but weren’t Xie Xuanqing’s just as quick? They were the same person—how could one be inferior to the other?
Xie Xuanqing set off as soon as he received my signal, definitely reaching Xiaxia’s side before him.
If Xie Zhuo rashly went there now and the two met, if one were weaker, he would die; if Xie Xuanqing were weaker, Xie Zhuo would also die—after all, if his past self died, his present self couldn’t survive either.
No matter who died, Xie Zhuo would lose everything.
So now he could only stay here, angry but helpless.
Meanwhile, the spell I had sent into the tribulation clouds produced a subsequent reaction—the clouds in the sky, originally striking “me,” had been striking for so long, and “I” not only hadn’t weakened but had even given it a “heavy punch” in return. It was provoked.
It rolled and growled, just like the relationship between me and Xie Zhuo.
I wasn’t afraid of the tribulation clouds, because I knew Xie Xuanqing would follow our historical destiny and feed me a mouthful of blood. As for Xie Zhuo…
As long as Xie Xuanqing fed the blood, what did I have to fear?
Wind and clouds surged, and the tribulation clouds finally accumulated their “retaliatory” strike. A bright white light erupted, and a massive tribulation lightning bolt crashed behind me and him.
This was the largest bolt, and also the last. It tore the sky apart, burying everything in intense white light. In the past that we had both experienced, Xie Zhuo and I watched each other, each carrying our own emotions.
I was scornful, and he was angry, until the thunder and lightning completely disappeared.
The world seemed reborn, as rosy clouds broke through.
Both Xie Zhuo and I restrained our emotions and controlled our expressions. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. I patted my clothes and stood up.
“Xie Zhuo, I’ll ask you just one question,” I stared at him. “Did you come back these five hundred years ago to kill me?”
Xie Zhuo opened his eyes and stared at me without any superfluous movements or words:
“I told you from the beginning,” he said. “I want to kill you.”
I nodded, calmly and firmly telling him: “Xie Zhuo, you’re a dog.”
Xie Zhuo accepted my insult with an expressionless face.
When he first came, perhaps he didn’t know why I was forcing him to come out. But now, with the tribulation lightning gone and my previous question, it was enough for him to understand what information Xie Xuanqing had told me.
“You almost made me kill myself with my own hands.” I even wanted to applaud Xie Zhuo’s tactics. “Good, really good!”
“All the suggestions were your own.”
Yes!
I closed my eyes and thought about all the scenes after arriving here, where I had suggested to Xie Zhuo how to separate Xiaxia and Xie Xuanqing. I was truly stupid!
No wonder it’s Xie Zhuo! I was too eager to hand over the knife! If I hadn’t withdrawn at the last moment, wouldn’t I be dead by now?!
The only one who could defeat me was indeed myself!
Fu Jiuxia, the knife-hander! I willingly claim that title!
Thinking of this, my heartbeat became somewhat chaotic. I took several deep breaths, covering my chest to stabilize my emotions.
After a long time calming down…
“Forget it! I accept it! I don’t even want to ask anymore why you want to kill me. You surely have ten thousand reasons, but none of them matter now!” I gritted my teeth, sealing all my anger, dissatisfaction, and hatred for Xie Zhuo deep in my heart. “I acknowledge all your schemes, both overt and covert!”
Swallowing my teeth with blood, what else could I do if I didn’t accept it? I couldn’t kill him!
At least not here…
I glanced sinisterly at Xie Zhuo: “Now Xie Xuanqing has already fed blood to Xiaxia. Our destiny is finally set, and your plan has failed. Staying here any longer has no meaning.”
I extended my hand, “Take out the Pangu Fu and let’s go back.”
Xie Zhuo maintained his excellent tradition of not liking to talk.
That’s good, I thought. Now, if he wasted even one more word, I would jump up and fight him to the death.
He lowered his eyes, looking at the hand I extended toward him. The wound from the dagger in my palm had stopped bleeding. I don’t know what he was contemplating, but finally he raised his eyes to look at me: “If we did it again, would you still cut the red thread?”