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Chapter 225 We Don't Need You [First Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Wang Xia's stealth skills are excellent.

The Shadow Stalker, enhanced by the ability to conceal one's presence. Furthermore, the spiritual martial arts qualities acquired when the Northern Darkness Divine Art is cultivated to a high level.

Neither mental scanning nor sensory skills could detect his presence.

Even with the Celestial Team's massive army pressing in, they managed to capture a defenseless, unconscious psychic.

There shouldn't have been any surprises, until...

Wang Xia didn't know how the other party had noticed him, or whether the other party had been keeping a close watch on the room at an extremely tight distance.

In short, the instant Wang Xia tried to drag the unconscious Lina into the shadows, his aura concealment failed the moment of the attack, and this twisted man who knew how to teleport and was somewhat persistent suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhao Zhui handed over a small, translucent, blood-red dagger, which looked incredibly cute, almost like an ornament.

"You're a member of the Central Continent Team, right?"

Zhao Zhuikong stuck out his tongue and licked the red blade on his hand before smiling and saying, "Is there someone in your team...?"

"You're looking for Zhao Yingkong, aren't you?"

Wang Xia, hiding in the shadows, did not stop her work and replied calmly, "She will be here soon."

According to the information provided by the captain and the psychic, the opponent did not enhance any bloodline, so they could not unleash any decent energy attacks.

Even if he were discovered, Wang Xia, who was carrying the Heavenly Ring, would not be threatened... This is the true value of the Shadow Stalker's physical immunity!
Sigh... a wheelchair!
"..."

Zhao Zhuikong's smile did not disappear, but his eyes became increasingly cold.

He had never been so looked down upon since entering the Main God Space.

The Central Continent Team... is really impolite.

But he really didn't have any good ideas, so he watched as Wang Xia took Lina away and then disappeared into the shadows.

This feeling of helplessness is awful...

It always reminded Zhao Zhui of that turning point in his life, the helplessness and powerlessness he felt when he had to kill his own sister.

But this time was different. Zhao Zhuikong believed he had the ability to make up for his regrets... The [Vampire's Touch] in his hand, a weapon that could absorb and transmit the light of the mind, was proof of that.

Once my long-cherished wish is fulfilled, everything will be over...

He sat in the Celestial Team's guest room, legs crossed, looking at the moon outside the window, completely oblivious to the commotion coming from outside.

They simply waited quietly for Little Apple to arrive.

However, Zhao Zhuikong was soon disappointed...

To say he was disappointed might not be quite right... He should have felt happy.

"You good-for-nothing, you're too late, but... it's been a long time."

Pushing open the door to the room, Riyo Sora tilted her head slightly, looking quite charming. Although her expression was cute and charming, typical of girls, her eyes were full of coldness.

"you……"

The smile on Zhao Zhuikong's face froze the moment he saw the other person's expression.

The other party was neither angry nor hateful. Everything was quite different from what he had expected.

Because he had the wrong person in mind... The Zhao Yingkong in front of him was someone who shouldn't have been there.

"Yes, it's me. The once-in-a-century genius from that assassin family."

The chill emanating from the Wangshu Sword in Li Ying's empty hand cast a thin layer of frost over the surroundings.

"You, who have accomplished nothing, were completely unable to save your equally unsuccessful sister." "However, the real Zhao Zhuikong is slightly stronger than you. At least when he was killed by Ruikong, it stimulated Ruikong and also awakened me."

"Unlike you, who thought you were well prepared but ultimately failed to put your skills to use. Ruikong and I have long since found a completely new... direction that belongs to us."

The pistil is empty.

When this word was uttered, Zhao Zhuikong had many questions he wanted to ask.

The person in front of me is undoubtedly Zhao Yingkong herself, not the Little Apple with false memories who is clamoring for revenge.

And... the other party is still there to kill him.

“Little Apple…do you know the significance of this battle?” Zhao Zhuikong suddenly looked up at the sky outside the window, and after a long while, he finally spoke.

"Meaning is meaninglessness."

Riyo Sora stretched out her slender finger and tapped her fair cheek: "Perhaps it originally had some meaning... but after I figured out the essence of [brothers and sisters], it has become completely meaningless."

"We are merely pitiful wills shackled by the flesh... Only by casting aside the subconscious remnants from the remains of our ancestors can we achieve true liberation."

"After having a new body... I understand this perfectly. Neither Ruikong, who was reborn on my old body, nor myself with a new body... are bound by those shackles anymore."

“Shackles…” Zhao Zhuikong was a smart man, and he quickly realized what Li Yingkong was describing.

Those who have empty plans cannot escape the fate of being out of control... the source of it all.

That corpse of a fourth-tier powerhouse.

"Besides, we've already been completed with Fang Ge's help... we don't need your self-righteous sacrifice at all."

Li Yingkong raised the Wangshu Sword, pointing the tip at the demon Zhao Zhuikong, "Sacrifice! All sacrifices originate from the subconscious within our cells. Your body is a cage, and now I will liberate you!"

"No... Impossible."

Zhao Zhuikong stared at Li Yingkong and denied it word by word: "I wanted to find a way to complete you on my own initiative, not because of that unfounded thing."

“Zhao Zhuikong…you are just a meaningless copy. What you inherit from a good-for-nothing will only lead to more good-for-nothing. So there is no need for you to bear the responsibility and debt caused by the incompetence of the original.”

The smile on Riyo Sora's face also disappeared.

For the fourth level, if you want him to die obediently, you must make him lose all hope.

Perhaps the demon Zhao Zhuikong didn't owe her anything, but in this tragic vortex, the best ending for the clone was to return to the underworld... after all, this world also has reincarnation.

The Zhao family's situation is a complete mess.

No one needs to take any further responsibility for it.

Only in this way can everyone achieve true liberation.

"Shh!"

Countless ice crystals, like dazzling stars, danced in the air as Zhao Yingkong wielded her longsword. These ice crystals shot out, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Faced with this sudden attack, Zhao Zhuikong did not choose to dodge, but stood firmly, letting the sharp ice crystal shards pierce his body.

There was no fear in his eyes, only endless determination and resolve, as if he were proving something in this way.

"Wishful thinking, stubbornly refusing to see the truth..."

Riyo Sora's crimson eyes narrowed slightly, filled with killing intent: "I'll repeat myself..."

"We are happy and have never needed you, the executioner who murdered your sister!"

(End of this chapter)