Half an hour later.

Desert, no-man's land.

On a sand dune hundreds of miles away from Jianlu, a figure sat cross-legged in the wind, his muddy robes fluttering in the sand.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Boom——!!!

A deep red figure dropped from the sky like a meteor, shaking up the yellow sand in the sky.

The next moment, a flash of blade light pierced through the void, and the cold murderous intent broke through the dust and slashed straight towards the forehead of the monk of fate!

But the fateful monk just sat there in silence, his eyes closed, as if he didn't hear anything.

The tip of the knife suddenly stopped in front of his brow, and the sharp blade cut his skin. A trace of bright red seeped out, flowed down along the bridge of his nose, and dripped onto the desert.

"Do you think that I will be soft-hearted if you put on such an attitude of letting others do whatever they want?"

Lin Qiye held the hilt of the [Divine Disaster] sword and spoke in a cold voice.

"Then what should I do?" The Fateful Monk said slowly, "Resist? I can't beat you... Since I can't win and can't escape, why should I resist?"

"Is this why you came to this desert?"

“Here, no matter how much noise we make, it won’t affect the outside world, and no one will see us… right?” Monk Fate opened his eyes and stared into Lin Qiye’s eyes.

"The game hasn't even finished yet, but we two chess players have already started fighting. If the enemy sees this, they will think we are ridiculous and stupid."

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of murderous intent drifted from the blade...

"Maybe, we only need one chess player."

“Perhaps.” The monk’s expression was extremely calm. “Kill me here and take back the [Predestined Result]. When our thousands of years of cause and effect merge into one, the law of cause and effect will surely come into being.

By then, you will become the most powerful god of cause and effect in the world, and you will be only half a step away from breaking through to the highest level... but what after that?

Is it true that what Daxia lacks on this chessboard is a god of cause and effect?"

"Daxia doesn't lack a god of karma, but it also doesn't need an executioner who treats human life as worthless... Do you know how many innocent people died tragically because of your lie?"

"Two thousand one hundred and sixty-two people...including Xia Simeng, that's two thousand one hundred and sixty-three." Monk Fate said calmly, "But if there hadn't been that lie, and you had led all your forces to attack Olympus in advance, even if you could have rescued them all, Zhou Ping wouldn't have come out of retreat by then, so what would you do if you encountered the God of Ke later?"

"I've made preparations in advance! Even without the teacher's help, we can still escape!"

"Are you talking about those forbidden spells? Do you think you can stop so many gods of the K-series with those things?" The monk of fate raised his voice and said in a cold voice, "Relying only on those forbidden spells, even if you can escape from the encirclement of the gods of the K-series, you will lose at least two human ceilings!

More than 2,000 ordinary people's lives, plus Xia Simeng, their combined importance on this chessboard is far less than the two human ceilings!! "

Hearing the last sentence, Lin Qiye's eyes suddenly shrank. He fiercely thrust [Divine Disaster] into the sand beside him and punched Monk Fate heavily in the face!

Boom——!!!

Blood spurted out, and the Fateful Monk flew backwards hundreds of meters like a sandbag!

Before the Fateful Monk could land on the ground, a deep red afterimage quickly rushed in front of him, and a powerful hand grabbed his collar, suspending him in the air.

Lin Qiye glared at the monk's eyes and said angrily:

"I ask you... who am I?"

The corners of the fateful monk's mouth were already covered in blood. He looked at Lin Qiye without saying a word.

"I am the Night Watchman!" Lin Qiye's eyes were fixed in front of the Monk of Destiny.

“Since when did the Night’s Watch need to use the lives of ordinary people as bargaining chips?

Yes, we want to win this game!

But if we fight to protect the future of humanity while sacrificing the lives of ordinary people as a means to achieve ultimate victory... then what is the point of playing this game of chess?"

"In war, there will always be sacrifices... right?" Monk Fate spoke slowly, "The same principle, I said it four years ago, I won't repeat it again."

In Lin Qiye's mind, the two girls who walked side by side into the sea of ​​fire flashed across his mind. His anger, which was already full of rage, was ignited once again!

"I'll ask you again... human life and chess pieces... which one is more important?!" Lin Qiye gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice.

"Chess piece." The fateful monk said without hesitation.

Bang--!!

Lin Qiye threw out another punch, the force penetrating the body of Monk Fate and creating a terrifying deep pit in the desert below.

The fateful monk spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned extremely pale...

"Which is more important, human life or chess pieces?!"

"piece."

Bang--!!

"Which one is more important?!!"

"piece."

Bang--!!

Lin Qiye punched down one after another, and the ground roared.

The yellow sand was dancing wildly in the wind. In the center of this horrible sand pit, the fateful monk had completely turned into a bloody man.

Lin Qiye looked at the dying Fateful Monk beneath him, his chest heaving violently. His current strength was no joke. After these few punches, even the Fateful Monk, who was at the ceiling level of human beings, was already on the verge of death.

“Cough… cough cough cough…” The bright red blood stained the sand. The fateful monk opened his mouth and coughed out several mouthfuls of blood. He kept muttering in a hoarse voice, “Chess piece… chess piece… chess piece… chess piece…”

Lin Qiye's blood-red fists trembled slightly. He looked at the fateful monk under him, and after a long time, he still didn't land the last punch.

He took a deep breath, stood up from in front of Monk Fate, and spoke in a deep voice:

"From now on...you will stay in your temple and not take a single step out without my order."

After he finished speaking, Lin Qiye turned and left.

"Because..." A hoarse voice came from the blood pit, "To see... Zhou Ping..."

Lin Qiye looked back at him, with reluctance and helplessness in his eyes. He shook his head and walked towards the sword pavilion.

He took out his satellite phone and made a call:

"Hello? Junliang?"

“…”

"Yes, I'll send you a location later and have the medical team come over... Well, after rescuing him, send someone to take him back to the temple in Kunlun Mountain."

“…”

"Send two people to guard the bottom of the mountain and don't let him run around. Do you understand?"

“…”

After Lin Qiye finished his instructions, he hung up the phone. Not long after, a sword pavilion standing alone in the desert appeared in his sight.