I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Surprise, shock, and ecstasy!

Qian Mengxun's expression changed one after another.

"Haha..." she laughed, a straightforward and thoroughly enjoyable laugh. "You really didn't die!"

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

"What a pity," Qian Mengxun's laughter stopped abruptly, her face full of regret.

Wang Wei was taken aback.

Is this woman crazy?

"Do you know what I regret?" Qian Mengxun's voice was full of smugness.

"What?" Wang Wei asked, following her lead.

"It's a pity there's no audience," Qian Mengxun said coldly, her gaze sweeping across the entire venue.

"Even if I trample you underfoot, it won't quell the hatred in my heart if I have no acquaintances around!"

She suddenly smiled sweetly.

"You're lucky. I won't kill you right away," Qian Mengxun's voice softened. "I'll take you back and, in front of everyone, rid the world of this scourge!"

Wang Wei said helplessly, "You're always so confident..."

"Haha..." Qian Mengxun laughed loudly, disregarding her image. Her laughter echoed across the black wasteland, startling the distant herd of strange beasts.

"A frog in a well!" she said coldly, her laughter abruptly cut short, replaced by a chilling aura. "You have no idea what true power is!"

She slowly reached out her hand.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply in an instant.

The moisture in the air condensed in her palm, turning into an ice crystal. The ice crystal then stretched and shaped in her hand, eventually solidifying into a crystal-clear ice sword.

Wang Wei's expression faltered slightly.

It wasn't the ice sword that surprised him; Qian Mengxun was an ice-type ability user to begin with.

To his surprise, the sword exuded an aura completely different from ice: a will to destroy, severely injure, and strip everything away.

"You noticed it?" Qian Mengxun's lips curled up. "This is the power of 'calamity'! This is the most primal and purest power! Your so-called invincible SSS-level domain ability is nothing but child's play in front of it."

She raised her hand, and the ice sword pointed at Wang Wei.

An aura of destruction instantly locked onto him.

Wang Wei frowned slightly.

The source of this power is comparable to the "disaster force" he felt in the first stone tower.

They share the same origin, but are not the same in nature.

Disaster is destruction, calamity is deprivation.

Qian Mengxun noticed the change in his expression and became even more smug: "Scared?"

"Don't worry." The ice sword in her hand suddenly vanished, and the aura of destruction disappeared with it, as if it had never existed.

She muttered to herself, "I swore I would make you kneel before me in the most perfect posture. Killing you so easily would be too cheap."

As soon as she finished speaking, she flashed in front of Wang Wei.

"Tsk tsk." Qian Mengxun's voice carried a morbid intoxication. "How intoxicating it would be if such a handsome face showed regret and despair."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wang Wei nodded. "Although you're quite ill, your aesthetic sense is still on point."

"Hahaha..." Qian Mengxun laughed somewhat morbidly, her voice echoing across the empty wasteland, "You think I'm praising you?"

Her smile vanished abruptly, her tone turning icy: "Now, kneel down. I can still bring you back unharmed."

She said, enunciating each word clearly: "Otherwise, I wouldn't mind taking a human pig back with me."

Wang Wei touched his nose, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if watching a clown performance. "Then I should thank you."

Looking at his still calm and composed face, Qian Mengxun's long-suppressed emotions finally erupted!

"You're faking it!" she screamed hysterically, her voice ripped apart, the dark gold patterns on her chest throbbing wildly.

"Do you know what power I've gained! And you still act so condescending! You're finished, Wang Wei! You're completely finished!"

She was speaking incoherently, her chest heaving violently.

All the hatred, humiliation, and resentment that had been suppressed for so long poured out at this moment.

It took her a long time to realize something was wrong.

Why should I, a "Guardian of the Underworld," the most powerful being in this world, get angry over an ant?

Even if this ant had humiliated her countless times, even if this ant had trampled on her pride and plunged her into the abyss time and time again.

But an ant is still an ant.

Qian Mengxun took a deep breath and calmed her breathing.

Her figure slowly rose, leaving the ground, until it was level with the stone tower.

She wanted to use this angle to look down on everything.

From now on, there will be nothing for her to look up to.

Without Wang Wei, there would be no alliance, and no so-called powerful figures who are high and mighty.

She is the sky.

Qian Mengxun lowered her brows, looking down with disdain at everything below.

Wang Wei, those natives, and those strange beasts that made her life worse than death seem insignificant.

It turns out that once you reach a certain height, you can't see what's below.

This is the truth. No one can change it.

She smiled, a smile that was composed, elegant, and superior.

The people around the stone tower looked bewildered.

These two outsiders seem to have a grudge against each other.

But is this woman crazy?

It is true that she is the first person in ten thousand years to clear the eighth floor of the "Tower of Tribulation".

But that man passed through the ninth level of the "Tower of Disaster".

A thief guard shouts "Kneel down!" at a successor of the Nine Calamities?

The woman in dark red couldn't help but whisper to the person beside her, "Doesn't she... know that person came from the first stone tower?"

"No...you don't know, do you..." A man next to her said in an even softer voice.

"He's gone mad," the man concluded.

The white-haired old man's cloudy eyes were filled with confusion and sighs.

In all his years of life, he had seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen a "Wei" dare to be so presumptuous in front of the "Nine Calamities Inheritor".

"The Robber Guard... is the first one in ten thousand years to be this stupid."

.........

Wang Wei watched Qian Mengxun's clown-like performance with complete indifference.

He sighed.

This woman must be really tired.

Every time filled with hope, and every time with despair.

Including this time—this was probably the closest she ever came to success.

Unfortunately, reality did not turn out as she wished.

This farce should end.

Although Qian Mengxun, this "money-bringing boy," always manages to surprise him, by now, that's about it.

Most importantly, Wang Wei got tired of it.

"Did it give you confidence?" Wang Wei asked casually, gesturing towards the towering Tower of Tribulation.

Qian Mengxun scoffed, looking down at him condescendingly: "So what if it is?"

"I'll demonstrate for you," he said, raising his head with a calm gaze. "Just how vast is the difference between us?"

The word "master" was like a knife, stabbing deeply into Qian Mengxun's ears.

That familiar tone again, that self-righteous attitude again.

Did he still think of himself as a dog that she could boss around?

She's now a Robber! At the pinnacle of this world!

"Fool!" Qian Mengxun laughed angrily.

She inherited the knowledge that it was impossible for a second Robber Guardian to appear in this world.

However, before she could finish speaking—

Wang Wei flashed and entered the third stone tower.

Qian Mengxun sneered, waiting to see him bounce out looking disheveled.

But the next second—

On the first level of the tower, all the runes are lit up!

Qian Mengxun's smile froze on her face, and her pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

"this……"

Her voice hadn't even finished speaking—

The second layer of runes lit up!

the third floor!

The fourth floor!

Fifth floor!

Sixth floor!

Seventh floor —

The eighth floor!

The runes lit up one layer after another, with almost no intervals.

Before Qian Mengxun could wipe the smile off her face, it turned into a blank stare, horror, and disbelief.

"No...it's impossible!" Her face was ashen, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

However, as soon as she finished speaking,

The runes on the ninth floor of the Tower of Trials are lit up.