Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 894: Chapter 892 Rotting Flesh (13) Chapter 894: Chapter 892 Rotting Flesh (13) Originally, the target that had successfully trapped and left with no way out suddenly looked as if he had become a Buddha on the spot, and the attacker was evidently shocked.

The sense of sanctity emanating from the opponent truly felt tangible; merely looking at him seemed to rapidly dissolve any intention to attack.

At that moment, the dense web had completely turned to ash.

What was going on? Could it be a last-minute promotion in the face of adversity?

Faced with Fu Qian, who had escaped the trap, and his even stronger momentum, the attacker fell into hesitation.

To attack or not?

The opponent, although skilled, appeared to be only newly Middle Tier, so the attacker had acted boldly.

However, having successfully trapped the target with the surprise attack and seeing the situation looking favorable, it was instantly torn to shreds…

“What should I call you?”

Just then, the target made the choice for him.

“I, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, do not slay the nameless.”

The voice beneath the mask was indescribably gentle and calm, yet the content was starkly the opposite.

It seemed that even if he wanted to back off today, it might not be easy to leave.

“Daneta.”

Finally making up his mind, the attacker coldly stated.

…

Of course, the scene just now was not some kind of instantaneous enlightenment.

The so-called divine radiance was merely the activation of the Decree Residue.

The skill’s introduction notably emphasized the visual effects.

And as Fu Qian’s ranking rose, the visual effects had become increasingly exaggerated, perfect for creating an atmosphere.

As for the torn Vajra Subduing Demon Circle?

That thing might have some interesting effects, but in front of the nearly divine authority of the Old Day’s Mark, there was no room to struggle.

Besides, Fu Qian had also slightly relaxed the restraint on his aura, ultimately achieving the effect earlier.

This man named Daneta, clearly no longer young, also had his ways.

Placed anywhere, he would be a prominent figure, yet he willingly came to form an opportunity for a fallen prodigy.

The reasons behind this were too intriguing.

…

“Very well, Daneta, so you sought me out because of Tyler, or because of the recent Jiang En?”

Seeing Daneta stealthily reaching for the hand crossbow at his waist, Fu Qian remained indifferent, his voice even.

“What meaning is there in asking this?”

Daneta clearly did not want to answer the question.

“Don’t worry, Sa Jia merely clarifies karma, and after I liberate you, those two will still only be my defeated opponents; I won’t harm their lives.”

“I don’t quite understand why you would seek them out… but if you hope to advance through such trials, I actually have a better method.”

Fu Qian’s words left Daneta unsure whether to believe him, hesitating for a moment before changing the topic.

“Your abilities are very strange, and though I don’t understand the essence, such complexity seems hard to advance.”

“But please believe, the method I can offer, undoubtedly exceeds your imagination.”

“Oh, what method?”

Fu Qian finally sounded slightly interested.

However, before he could finish speaking, an abrupt change occurred.

Two black gleams appeared out of nowhere, then entwined and spun like a whirlpool, flying straight at him.

It was Daneta quickly raising his hand crossbow and firing without hesitation.

The so-called better method seemed to be just a stalling tactic.

And in Fu Qian’s eyes, the black whirlpool, though not fast, was clearly locked onto him, determined not to cease until it hit the target.

As for its power, the fact that the stone walls several meters away were still being torn apart, showed that ordinary Middle Tier ones would likely suffer from a hit.

After unleashing that strike, Daneta didn’t even check the outcome but instead turned and fled.

…

Surviving the worldly society requires such decisiveness!

Fu Qian nodded in appreciation and then suddenly bellowed,

“You offended Sa Jia and you think you can get away? It’s not that easy!”

Facing the flying whirlwind that had taken the form of a black dragon, Fu Qian didn’t retreat but advanced instead, moving like a whirlwind and quickly catching up to the greatly exhausted Daneta.

And, as expected, the whirlwind also turned its direction, closely following him.

Realizing he couldn’t escape, Daneta also decisively turned to confront his enemy, holding a dagger in each hand—one straight and one curved.

In no time, Fu Qian found himself flanked by attackers.

Of course, he didn’t rush his response, seemingly wanting Fu Qian to recognize the circumstance and retreat knowing the difficulty.

“Good!”

Regrettably, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor didn’t take the hint at all and without even half a second’s hesitation, he charged head-on.

Madman!

Daneta gritted his teeth and decisively struck for the vital points.

Thud!

The next moment, his right-hand dagger plunged deep into the opponent’s chest, but at the same time, his neck was also seized.

The irresistible force that followed did not break Daneta’s neck but instead lifted him off the ground and spun him around one hundred and eighty degrees.

The oncoming black whirlwind that had just caught up couldn’t change direction fast enough and slammed directly into him.

Soundlessly, Daneta’s clothes on his back were torn to shreds, while numerous black lines spread from the hit site across his body in an instant, quickly enveloping him and his life force rapidly dissipated.

Fu Qian let go at the last moment, stopping the lines from climbing onto himself.

Hmph!

The next moment, he nonchalantly pulled out the dagger from his chest, blood spraying.

“You have some tricks, but sadly, you’re just a petty fighter who dreads a direct confrontation!”

Seemingly oblivious to his own injuries, Fu Qian tossed the dagger onto Daneta’s body, made a sharp critique, then turned and left.

…

Clang!

Half a minute later, the silence of the night resumed, and the charred-like corpse shifted slightly, causing the dagger to fall to the ground.

“Although a Middle Tier, he was indeed hard to handle!”

Daneta quickly sat up, his vitality swiftly returning.

He couldn’t help muttering to himself in a heavy tone,

“Lucky he overestimated himself, or today could have been troublesome.”

Clearly, he was feigning death just now, using a technique he knew that could avoid the damage from the black dragon wave.

“Moreover, that guy was obviously forcing himself. The wound on his chest should temporarily incapacitate him. As for Jiang En—how many days will it take…”

Picking up the dagger, Daneta snorted, glanced in a specific direction, and quickly departed.

This place was none other than Shangjing, and the commotion just now was quite loud.

…

Is that really Brother Jiang En’s grandfather?

Meanwhile, Fu Qian, sitting not far away on a wall, also confirmed once again.

For an injured Middle Tier, he didn’t even need Blood Conquest to remain concealed and undetected.

Daneta’s soliloquy wasn’t too detailed, but still, some insights could be mined—it was indeed to prevent Jiang En from being disturbed, which led him to thinking of dealing with himself.

Moreover, there was another quite interesting matter—Fu Qian looked up toward the direction Daneta had just glanced.

That wasn’t where Brother Jiang En resided, but rather it was where the Thread of Concern pointed at this moment.

Stimulated by his own actions, Brother Jiang En was making moves tonight.

And this Brother Daneta, although just a Middle Tier, could actually see this in real time.