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Upon seeing this, the Ghost-Faced God King was taken aback for a moment, then quickly shouted, "Trying to run! Where do you think you're going!"

As he spoke, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body. Then, with a wave of his hand, countless sharp needles shot towards Zhao Ji like a rain of pear blossoms, blocking her retreat!

But upon seeing this scene, Zeji's eyes did not change at all.

She glanced coldly at the Ghost Face God King, then her figure twisted strangely in mid-air, managing to avoid the Ghost Face God King's rain of needles. Then, like a weightless feather cat, she silently entered the spatial rift!

The next second, the spatial rift closed, and Zhao Ji was no longer there!

As Zhao Ji left, the other 11 God Kings also arrived at the top floor one after another and joined up with the Ghost Face God King.

Seeing that Zhao Ji left so easily, their expressions varied, but overall, most were annoyed and angry.

The fat man and the little boy who came in through the main gate just now attacked the Ghost Face God King without hesitation.

The fat man reached in again, grabbed a handful of nuts, and popped them into his mouth. Then he mumbled, "Grimace! What are you doing?"

"We clearly agreed to attack together after completely sealing off the space. Why did you act prematurely and alert her?"

"What do we do now?"

Upon hearing the fat man's words, the eyes revealed beneath the mask of the Ghost Face God King were filled with amusement.

He said slowly and deliberately, "Don't take any chances. The enemy is very strong, and their perception range is also very wide."

"She spotted us as soon as we arrived at the abandoned library."

"They're deliberately dragging their feet, just to play us for a fool."

"However... this also proves that she doesn't have many trump cards up her sleeve."

"She just said that we can't pose a threat to her."

"But they don't even dare to confront us head-on. They are clearly all bark and no bite, all bluster and no bite."

"That actually puts my mind at ease."

At this point, Ghost Face glanced at the god-kings of varying heights and builds standing before him, and began to speak.

"As for your concerns about her escaping, there's no need to worry."

He seemed completely unconcerned about Zehime's escape, exuding the composure and confidence of a leader of the "Shadow Division".

Seeing his expression, the little boy scratched his head and asked, "What? You have a backup plan?"

Hearing the little boy's words, the ghost face seemed to chuckle involuntarily.

He said, "King Zinan, you don't think that I went to so much trouble to set up this trap without considering the possibility of her escaping, do you?"

He slowly took out a palm-sized compass from his pocket.

The compass was made of an unknown material, its entire surface a chilling bone white, engraved with eerie blood-red runes. The pointer in the center was a thin bone that appeared to be solidified from golden blood.

"This is... a 'treasure' bestowed upon me by His Majesty specifically for this mission, called the 'World Compass.'"

The ghost-faced man lightly stroked the compass with his fingertips, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"As long as we can detect even the slightest trace of the target's aura, even if they escape to the ends of the earth, as long as they haven't left this world, we can pinpoint their location precisely and teleport them directly to their side."

He paused, his gaze passing through the mask to the fat god-king who had spoken earlier, and said, "The reason I acted ahead of time was because I felt that the other party was behaving strangely and might try to escape, so I came out to lock onto her aura."

"She thought I was stalling for time, waiting for you to surround me. But she didn't know that I wasn't actually waiting for you to surround me from the beginning, but rather to lock onto her."

"Moreover... even if the opponent is weak, he is still a level three or four God-King. If we push him to the limit and he has some trump card to use as a last resort, we might also get hurt."

"So... tonight, let's play a cat-and-mouse game. Let's wear down her morale, and then calmly kill her."

Upon hearing Ghost Face God King's words, the other 11 God Kings present exchanged glances, and then a cruel, eager look appeared on their faces.

"Then what are we waiting for!"

The little boy, his eyes bloodshot, said, "Let the game begin!"

Upon hearing the little boy's words, the Ghost-Faced God King smiled and dripped a drop of his own blood essence onto the "Thousand-Mile Soul-Locking Plate".

next second.

"Om-"

The compass emitted a soft hum, and then shone brightly with golden light. The golden bone pointer spun wildly, finally snapping shut on the east—the location of the world passage.

A crimson ray of light shot out from the compass, like an invisible thread connecting the distant horizon.

"Locked up." Ghost Face sneered. "She thinks she can escape through the world portal? How naive."

"Lord Berserker is still guarding there!"

As he spoke, he tapped the compass again. Instantly, the "Thousand-Mile Soul-Locking Compass" floated up, its blood-red light enveloping him and the eleven God Kings.

The next second, space violently distorted, like a painting being kneaded by an invisible hand. Everyone vanished from their spots.

……

Destroy the royal court, at the world passage.

The passage to the outside world is like a huge, swirling vortex of starlight, radiating a chilling spatial fluctuation.

Under the crimson moonlight, a black figure stood quietly in the open space in front of the passage, the night wind blowing her clothes, making them flutter.

It was none other than Lady Zhao.

Before the passage stood a colossal giant, as tall as an iron tower, his entire body shrouded in heavy black armor. Each step he took produced a dull thud, like a ferocious beast from ancient times.

It was clearly the Berserker God King who had been waiting for so long!

Just as the two were facing off, suddenly, the space behind Zhao Ji rippled violently, twisting and tearing.

The ghost face and the 11 god kings appeared out of thin air.

"I heard you think we pose no threat to you?" The Berserker God King, as imposing as an iron tower, stretched his limbs, making crackling sounds.

He looked at Zhao Ji with a savage glint in his eyes, "I'd like to see just how strong you are to dare say such things!"

Behind Zhao Ji, the Ghost-Faced God King laughed and said, "God King Qiu Tu, I admit you are strong and intelligent. Unfortunately for you, you've met me. In this Court of Destruction, on our 'Shadow Tribe's' territory, your fate was already sealed..."

The world passage rotated, emitting a faint glow, like the maw of a giant beast ready to devour its prey.

There are formidable enemies ahead and no way to retreat behind.

This is a desperate situation.

However, Zhao Ji did not respond to their mockery.

She simply raised her right hand slowly, very slowly.

In the darkness of night, a long sword appeared silently in her hand.

The sword was long and narrow, and though it was not yet drawn, an extremely sharp sword intent soared into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds...

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Chapter 904 Zhao Ji: A Mere High-Level God King (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Sensing the concentrated sword intent, the arrogant and deep-thinking Berserker God King, carrying the giant axe, instantly composed himself.

For the first time, a hint of fear appeared in his tiger-like eyes, which were accustomed to killing.

Although he was arrogant and tyrannical, he was not entirely a brute. Therefore, from the moment Zhao Ji appeared out of nowhere in the world passage, he had been sensing Zhao Ji's strength.

An Order God King whose strength is at the peak of Level 4.

He...is not much of a threat.

It was precisely because he had confirmed this that the Berserker God King dared to be so arrogant, claiming he could hold off ten thousand men.

As a result, after Zhao Ji drew her sword, he sensed something was wrong.

The opponent's strength has clearly not changed much; they are still at the peak of level four.

However... he could sense that the seemingly ordinary sword in the other person's hand was emanating a terrifying aura that made his heart tremble.

His near-advanced God King realm made his intuition incredibly sharp.

He sensed a deadly intent emanating from the sword and from Zhao Ji herself...

Although Berserker was the strongest and highest-ranking among all the God-Kings present, none of the God-Kings who were invited by Ghost Face to participate in this operation were ordinary people.

Therefore, when Zhao Ji drew her sword, most of the god-kings present were startled and their faces became more wary.

Even the Ghost Face God King, who had just looked so confident, suddenly narrowed his eyes beneath his mask.

Clearly, he realized he had underestimated the "Qiu Tu" god-king before him.

However... although he discovered that Qiu Tu's strength was different from what he had imagined, it did not mean that he was afraid of Qiu Tu in front of him.

After all, Qiu Tu was just one person, while they had a total of 13 god-kings who were no weaker than Qiu Tu.

However... killing or capturing Qiu Tu was never his goal. His goal was to kill or capture him without suffering any casualties.

So, when he realized that Qiu Tu really had the ability to reduce the number of people in this operation, Ghost Face's mind raced and he started thinking of countermeasures.

He scanned the other god-kings with his spiritual power, and after a moment, he made up his mind...

“‘Qiu Tu’ God King, I feel like there’s some misunderstanding between us.”

The masked voice emanated from the mask, carrying a seductive, hoarse quality.

"Why did you run away or fight to the death the moment you met us tonight?"

"We have no deep-seated hatred for each other; we are simply serving different masters. But... this is not an unchangeable conflict."

He took two steps forward, adopting a sincere and open attitude, "You're a smart man; you should be able to see the current situation clearly. If a fight breaks out, you will have no chance of escaping today."

"No matter how strong you are, you can't possibly kill us all, can you?"

"Wouldn't it be a pity if your talent were to be wasted like this?"

“How about this…” The Ghost-Faced God King paused for a moment, then offered his suggestion, “You submit to the royal court and join my Shadow Tribe.”

"As the commander of the Shadow Division, I assure you that your treatment in the Royal Court will absolutely not be inferior to that of the Temple of Order."

"Furthermore... I can also apply to His Majesty for you the position of Deputy Commander." He looked at Qiu Tu before him, smiling as he increased his stakes.

"With your abilities, you will surely achieve great things in the film industry."

"It won't be long before they're on equal footing with me."

"At that time, wealth, honor, and supreme power will be within easy reach. Isn't that much better than being a pawn that could be sacrificed at any moment in that treacherous place, the Temple of Order?"

It must be said that, as one of the two leaders of the Shadow Division, Ghost Face has the ability to bewitch people.

Therefore, upon hearing his words, the eleven god-kings present all changed their expressions and displayed different mannerisms.

Clearly, no one expected that a hunting expedition would suddenly turn into a surrender offer.

However, Zhao Ji seemed not to hear the promise of high-ranking official positions and generous rewards.

She stood there quietly, like an iceberg, her aura growing more solid and terrifying with the passage of time.

The unsheathed longsword trembled slightly in her hand, emitting not a sword's cry, but a low groan as if the very space itself was mourning.

The air around her seemed to thicken, and the moonlight appeared to materialize, shining on her, only to be distorted and refracted by the invisible sword force.

The brows beneath the ghost mask were furrowed into a knot.

Failed.

The opponent's will was as firm as a rock, and his psychological tactics clearly had no effect. Instead, they gave the opponent more time to gather his sword momentum.

This enemy was far more troublesome than he had imagined...

Thinking this through, Ghost Face's eyes turned cold, and he changed his approach: since persuasion didn't work, he'd try applying pressure...

Ghost Face knew that for a master swordsman like him, strength was secondary; the most important thing was his "heart".

Once the "heart" is cracked or filled with doubt, then the strength will immediately be greatly reduced.

Thinking this, his voice involuntarily turned cold.

He said, "Qiu Tu, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

"You don't actually think we're the only trump card in this operation, do you?" The expression on the ghost mask even distorted slightly.

He said, "Do you really think His Majesty would be completely unaware that we're conducting such a large-scale operation within the 'Royal Court'?"