Then let them offer their loyalty!

As a result, at this critical moment, a flash of inspiration struck his mind like lightning!

He's got it!

Qiu Tu suddenly closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of his soul, frantically communicating with something.

The next second, a jet-black mark quietly appeared in the center of his forehead.

The mark, pointed at the top and rounded at the bottom, resembled an inverted drop of ink, exuding a sacred and profound aura.

The moment the mark appeared, it was like thick ink dripping into clear water, rapidly expanding and spreading, instantly forming a black cocoon of light that enveloped Qiu Tu completely, completely isolating him from the demonic sound that seemed capable of eroding everything.

"what?"

Jasmine, seated on her divine throne, saw this sudden scene, and for the first time, a hint of surprise appeared in her playful almond-shaped eyes.

At the same time, as the dark cocoon of light floated, a pure and solemn phantom dressed in plain clothes slowly appeared in front of Qiu Tu.

Her gaze was neither joyful nor sorrowful; she calmly watched the equally astonished witch on the throne.

It was none other than—the Ink God King!

This illusory figure was the one-time defensive artifact that the Ink God King had bestowed upon Qiu Tu when he first met him.

At that time, Qiu Tu told her that he had been "coerced" into becoming a spy by Jasmine. The Ink God King gave him this treasure to carry out his mission, claiming it could withstand one of Jasmine's attacks. (Chapter 801)

After obtaining this treasure, Qiu Tu didn't really take it seriously.

Because he considered himself a double agent and his relationship with Jasmine was fairly good, he didn't need this for self-defense at all.

Later, Qiu Tu experienced some crises, but he never used this trump card.

He originally thought he might never use this Noble Phantasm in his entire life. But unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, this Noble Phantasm was eventually used on Jasmine God-King.

Looking at the phantom figure radiating a holy aura before him, Qiu Tu was filled with mixed emotions. For the first time, he felt that those old schemers from the Temple of Order could sometimes be quite reliable.

At this moment, with the appearance of the phantom of the Ink God King, the atmosphere in the hall instantly became subtle.

Jasmine's surprise lasted only a moment before it was replaced by an even more amused smile.

She leaned casually against the throne, observing the illusory image of the dark-skinned god-king with interest, then said nonchalantly,

"Ink Color, long time no see. Your methods are still as 'surprising' as ever."

Her voice was still sweet, but it carried a hint of coldness that was almost imperceptible. "You actually managed to deceive me and leave a backup plan on Qiu Tu. It seems your strength has improved quite a bit..."

She paused, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing slightly, and her blend of innocence and allure became incredibly imposing at that moment.

"But even if you improve your skills, you don't think you can take the person away from me, do you?"

Jasmine's words were filled with an undisguised threat.

However, faced with the oppressive aura of the strongest being in the world, the phantom of the Ink God King remained calm as still water, without the slightest ripple.

“Your Majesty is too kind.” Her voice was ethereal and holy, neither humble nor arrogant. “I know, of course, that I am no match for you.”

She paused, then turned her gaze to Qiu Tu, who was enveloped in a black cocoon of light, and slowly said, "But... I never wanted to be your enemy."

Hearing the words of the Ink God King, Jasmine snorted coldly, "If you don't want to be my enemy, then why did you come out?"

Upon hearing this, the Ink-Colored God-King replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"I've come here only to tell His Majesty one thing."

She paused for a moment, then revealed a secret, "I have already imprinted His Majesty Tianyan's 'Seal of Order' on Qiu Tu's body."

"If you insist on forcibly converting his path, then the 'Seal of Order' will instantly detonate his divine power and soul, utterly destroying him."

"At that time, all you will get is an empty shell, devoid of both body and soul."

The Dark God King's voice was calm, but every word was piercing.

Therefore, even with Jasmine's composure, she was taken aback upon hearing her words.

As for Qiu Tu... he was even more dumbfounded. He listened in disbelief inside the light cocoon, then looked on with a head full of question marks.

???

Wait a minute.

No, sis?

Detonate the mark and blast me to annihilation?

Are you serious?

Is this a self-defense weapon? What kind of self-defense tool is this?

This is basically a self-destruct button: if we can't have it, neither can you.

So... all that fighting between your two camps, and in the end I'm the one who dies?

After figuring everything out, Qiu Tu felt completely unwell.

He realized that those old schemers in the Temple of Order were all rotten to the core! They all wished he were dead!

Even the kindest of the Ink God Kings was no pushover.

Meanwhile, in the main hall, after hearing the words of the Ink God King, Jasmine's smile finally faded a bit.

Her large, almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the illusory figure of the dark-colored god-king, as if trying to see right through him.

Upon seeing this, the Dark God King looked at Jasmine with a calm gaze and a faint smile on his face.

After a moment, Jasmine's voice turned cold.

"Do you threaten me?"

"I wouldn't dare," the Ink God King shook his head slightly and said calmly, "I'm just stating a fact."

"I hope Your Majesty will consider this carefully."

"What a fine statement of facts!" Jasmine sneered, slowly rising from her throne.

Immediately afterwards, she took a step forward, and her figure instantly appeared in front of the phantom of the Ink God King, with the distance between the two less than a foot.

A terrifying, chaotic aura, powerful enough to distort space itself, erupted from her petite body, crashing against the seemingly vanishing phantom of the Ink God King like a burst dam.

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Chapter 943 The Golden Finger Was Shocked Out (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Ink, do you really think I'll be threatened by you?"

"And do you really think Qiu Tu is that important to me?"

With one step, Jasmine's face was almost pressed against the face of the Dark God King. A mad and dangerous light flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill Qiu Tu right now with my own hands, and then send you into reincarnation!"

Accompanied by Jasmine's overwhelming aura, the illusory divine thought of the Ink God King flickered violently under the impact of her aura, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Even so, the expression on the Dark God King's face remained expressionless, as if he were not threatened by Jasmine at all.

She said slowly, "Your Majesty, of course you can do it."

Her voice even carried a hint of holiness and etherealness, as if she had transcended the mundane world. She said,

"But...it's okay. I just need to make sure you don't get Qiu Tu."

"I am now bound to Qiu Tu, and my divine will will not dissipate until Qiu Tu dies."

"And I will continuously replenish my strength."

"Even... if my strength is insufficient, I can request His Majesty Tianyan to intervene."

"you!"

Jasmine was furious. She really hadn't expected Mo Se to be so straightforward and completely unmoved by her.

He told her that he didn't necessarily have to have Qiu Tu, and he could also destroy Qiu Tu.

She actually said: You can destroy it, but you have to destroy it in front of her.

This was clearly because they were certain she wouldn't kill Qiu Tu.

For a moment, Jasmine was at a loss for what to do.

And so, neither of them spoke, simply standing facing each other, so close to each other.

One of them possessed a wild and violent aura, like a demon god, while the other was holy and serene, like a deity or Buddha.

Two completely different auras collided wildly in the hall, stirring up visible ripples in the space.

Old Bai was alright; he just stood there with his hands down and his eyes closed, as if nothing was going on.

Qiu Tu was far inferior. Faced with the terrifying pressure of the two high-level god-kings, he felt as if two mountains were pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe and forcing him to retreat step by step.

As he backed away, Qiu Tu cursed under his breath.

Although he could tell that both the Ink God King and Jasmine were bluffing and that neither of the two women wanted him to die, the feeling of having his life and death controlled at will still made him extremely unhappy.

Such strength...

Indeed, in this world where strength reigns supreme, nothing else matters but strength!

so.....

When will Sister Zhaoji finally emerge from seclusion?!

Only when you come out of seclusion can I stop being treated like this!

At this moment, as Qiu Tu was thinking of Zhao Ji, the atmosphere in the entire hall gradually became stagnant.

Just as Qiu Tu had thought: although both women said they wanted to kill him so that the other could not have him, they were actually reluctant to part with him.

so....

Stalemate.

A deadlock.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Both were waiting for the other to back down.

After a good ten seconds, the whole situation finally changed.

Jasmine gave the Dark God King a deep look, then abruptly suppressed the violent aura emanating from her.

Immediately afterwards, she turned around gracefully and, in a flash, returned to her divine throne.

"Mo Se, you win~" She sat down again, reverting to her innocent girlish demeanor, as if she wasn't the one who had been about to fight and kill.

Then she said with a half-smile, "I can release the person."

"But... I'll remember this debt from today."

The phantom of the Ink God King stabilized again after the oppressive aura of jasmine was removed.

There was little smugness on her face, not even a change in expression. She simply nodded slightly to Jasmine and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

But before she could finish speaking, Jasmine waved her hand with a sly smile and said, "Don't rush to thank me."

“I said I wouldn’t keep him, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t keep you.”

As she spoke, Jasmine's eyes suddenly turned cold and stern. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the Dark God King with icy eyes, "Since you dare to send your divine sense here, then stay here!"

"A wisp of divine thought containing the 'rules of order' is priceless, and I'd like to pry into the secrets of your 'order'!"

"Replacing them one by one, even Tianyan wouldn't be able to find fault with that, right?"

Upon hearing Jasmine's words, the Dark God King, who had maintained a calm expression throughout, finally changed his expression slightly!

Her eyes suddenly dimmed, and she looked as if she wanted to withdraw her divine sense.

However, by then it was clearly too late.

Suddenly, Jasmine reached out with one hand and grabbed the Ink God King in an instant.

The next second, that wisp of the Ink God King's clone was violently crushed!

There was a loud "BOOM!"

The blood mist suddenly exploded, filling the hall. Then it was abruptly absorbed into Jasmine's palm, eventually turning into a drop of ink.

Holding the drop of ink in her hand, Jasmine's eyes gleamed with joy and pride.