What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She glared at Shen Hong and shouted, "How can you be so shameless? Do your family members even know? If they found out, they wouldn't be able to hold their heads up in public!"

Crimson glanced at her, then said expressionlessly, "I have no family."

Lin Mushi was stunned, wondering how she should respond to that.

Su Yan was speechless for once and sighed.

Crimson ignored these matters and turned her gaze back to Gu Yuqiu, then casually swung her sword.

As the sword fell, the surrounding firelight, which was flying around like fireflies, suddenly froze.

The sky was filled with the faint glow of lights, as if connected by an invisible thread, illuminating the faces of pedestrians.

The visuals are stunning.

Even more dazzling than the scene itself was the sword forged from firelight.

For some reason, Gu Yuqiu did not fall into a stagnation and still retained her own thoughts.

However, to onlookers, she truly appeared motionless, becoming a still object, even more beautiful than the famous broken-armed statue.

Just as the fiery sword fell, time continued to flow.

The night breeze began to blow.

Before this, Gu Yuqiu's figure had already disappeared.

The sword fell and collided with the bridge surface.

A loud bang.

It looked as if an explosion had occurred on the bridge.

Sparks burst forth, then were carried high by the howling wind, looking like tens of thousands of fireflies taking flight together—a scene as dreamlike as a dream.

Crimson looked at the beautiful scenery before her, raised her eyebrows slightly, and seemed to find it somewhat interesting.

The next moment, she exerted a slight force on her wrist.

The longsword that had been deeply embedded in the bridge surface was casually lifted up by her and swept to her side.

Gu Yuqiu happened to be there.

Just then, Crimson turned her head to look at her, her eyes full of mockery.

Along with the flaming longsword came a sentence.

"It's only been less than ten seconds."

This time, Gu Yuqiu did not disappear again. She quietly looked at the sword's edge and took a step forward.

Then, her figure suddenly rose higher, appearing on the sword's edge without any warning.

Crimson forcibly stopped the sword's edge, preparing to raise it to slash the sky and cleave Gu Yuqiu in two, but then the scene before her suddenly went black.

Then a pain came from my shoulder.

"It is a bit slow."

Gu Yuqiu said calmly.

A soft thud.

The flaming greatsword slammed into the ground once more, creating countless cracks, and Crimson bowed slightly.

She moved away from the crimson shoulder, her silver hair fluttering lightly, landing precisely in the crack.

Like a flower in full bloom.

Chapter 74: Chapter Seventy-Three: Your Remaining Time

Looking at the scene before her, Su Yan frowned slightly.

Tonight by White Horse Lake, she had considered rescuing Gu Yuqiu—at that time, the Night King was furious, and with a fist formed from a black shadow, he unleashed a thunderous strike.

However, the attack missed completely, failing to touch Gu Yuqiu at all, and even allowing her to rescue Lin Mushi. The whole process was completely unexpected.

Su Yan looked at it carefully for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. However, she didn't take it too seriously because she could do it too.

What she didn't expect was that Gu Yuqiu could still maintain this strange speed when facing the crimson sword, dodging the longsword that emitted firelight.

Lin Mushi didn't think as much as Su Yan did; she just thought the scene before her was extremely beautiful.

It is indeed very beautiful.

The scorching air distorted the view, and countless flames shot up from the burning bridge, illuminating the dark world.

The girl floated down gracefully.

Unbeknownst to her, the ribbon holding her hair up had quietly ripped, and her cascading silver hair was lifted by the night wind, falling over her shoulders. Some of it clung to her lips, while most of it danced in the air.

Gu Yuqiu stood amidst the sparks, her figure clear, like a figure in a painting.

Looking at her, Crimson suddenly felt an urge to completely destroy all this beauty.

"A bit slow?"

She stared into Gu Yuqiu's eyes and said expressionlessly, "I hope you can still say such things next time."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her longsword again until the tip was pointing towards the sky, and then, just as it was about to fall like thunder.

A soft thud suddenly came from the bridge.

A pistol appeared in Gu Yuqiu's hand, and she pulled the trigger.

The bullet weaved through the fireworks, seemingly becoming one with them, moving with incredible speed and stealth.

Crimson reacted even faster.

She turned slightly to the side, and the bullet missed its target and disappeared from the spot.

This time, she no longer used her ability to freeze time between the two of them, but instead used it on herself, creating an extremely fast speed.

Compared to Gu Yuqiu before, they are equally matched.

This is very likely the limit that a transcendent being at the second level of the Divine Ascension stage can reach.

With a loud bang!

On the dilapidated bridge, a clear mark suddenly appeared—a magnificent afterimage left by a crimson hand wielding a long sword, traversing the burning world.

Gu Yuqiu had no chance to fire a second shot, let alone meet the fiery sword, otherwise she would have been split in two in an instant.

The longsword slashed down fiercely.

Gu Yuqiu watched quietly, but did not push back any further, because behind her lay an abyss.

The entire bridge had long been severely damaged by the sunlight spear thrown by the giant. Except for the small section protected by Su Yan, the other parts were extremely hot, even showing signs of melting into liquid, and were constantly collapsing and exploding.

Now, although she can survive in that extremely harsh environment, the price will be that she cannot defeat Crimson.

Most importantly, Crimson is completely unaffected by these factors.

Gu and Qiu had no choice but to move forward.

The longsword fell slowly, giving her relatively enough time to react, clearly forcing her to dodge to the side.

Crimson's combat experience is extremely rich.

Even though her strengths lie in high-level combat rather than low-level combat, she still managed to come up with a solution very quickly.

She had no intention of competing with each other in speed, even though she was perfectly capable of doing so.

She was only maintaining the stance of delivering a fatal blow while leaving Gu Yuqiu with an option.

Once Gu Yuqiu makes that choice, she will continue to offer another way out, constantly repeating this process until the situation is completely under her control.

This idea is very straightforward; not only Su Yan, but even Lin Mushi could come up with it if she thought about it more.

Gu Yuqiu was naturally aware of this.

She tilted her head slightly, watching the falling sword silently, without flinching.

Compared to the longsword that radiated a deep red light, she appeared incredibly small and fragile.

But strangely enough, her expression remained calm, exuding a strong sense of confidence.

The two stared at each other across the sky filled with sparks and swords.

Crimson felt something was strange and thought about it several times in a very short time, but still couldn't come up with a reason.

Suddenly, she heard another soft bang.

That was the sound of a bullet.

The problem is, Gu Yuqiu has already put down his pistol, and Su Yan cannot sit idly by and watch Lin Mushi interfere in this battle, so where did this gunshot come from?

Crimson frowned slightly, then as if suddenly sensing something, she froze in time and turned to the side again.

The next second, a sharp pain came from her shoulder.

Then a spray of blood appeared behind her.

The longsword in her hand continued to strike, but its power was far less than before, clearly much weaker, leaving too much room for reaction.

Gu Yuqiu casually dodged and came in front of Shen Hong. Instead of raising his gun to fire, he threw his fist.

The two were now extremely close.

Countless messages were exchanged in their eyes, like a conversation.

"That's interesting. You're only a second-tier cultivator, so how are you able to change the things you did in the past?"

"That's why I really like this ability."

"Is it possible to freely choose one's own past?"

"No, it's about preserving the opportunity to deny your own actions and letting the past become a lie."

"You shouldn't have done that so easily. This isn't a power that a second-tier cultivator can sustain. You have a problem."

"is it?"

The exchange of glances ended, and the two stopped looking at each other.

Crimson released her grip, letting the longsword fall freely, and her figure vanished into nothingness at top speed.