Every movement of the joints seemed to carry endless resentment and struggle.
He gently brushed his lips with his sleeve, the shocking bloodstain resembling a bewitching flower blooming on his pale face, a vivid symbol of his shattered dignity at that moment.
The wiping motion, seemingly calm, subtly reveals His deliberate maintenance of aloofness and coldness.
It was as if He was declaring to the world that even in dire straits, He was still the supreme Heavenly Dao.
Then, He spoke coldly, His voice like a chilling wind howling from the endless dark abyss of the Nine Netherworlds.
It carried a chilling aura that could freeze everything in the world, as if it wanted to solidify the surrounding space into an eternal deathly silence.
"You have won again. Such good fortune, with so many allies protecting you. But you still dare not allow me to be truly annihilated—I am the Way of Heaven, do you dare to slay the Heaven?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light flashing in them was like two eerie and sinister will-o'-the-wisps, emanating a chilling aura in the darkness.
"If it weren't for the help of others, you alone would be nothing more than an ant in my eyes. Although you won the battle today, you have actually been utterly defeated."
Qin Qianlu remained calm, her eyes gazing serenely at the Heavenly Dao, which still maintained its aloof and superior demeanor.
Her eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a still pool, unmoved by the provocative words of Heaven.
On the contrary, a faint sense of pity, like wisps of smoke, quietly rose in her heart.
She pondered to herself what kind of opportunity allowed Heaven to ascend to the supreme position of ruling the world.
Why are they so stubborn and oblivious to the already clear situation before them?
Although she did not harbor any deep-seated hatred for the Heavenly Dao, to let it go so easily would be tantamount to releasing a tiger back into the mountains.
She is insightful and exceptionally intelligent; how could she repeat the same mistake and allow herself to fall into a tragic, short-lived state again in the next reincarnation, at the mercy of fate's capriciousness?
Qin Qianluo moved gracefully and calmly, slowly sitting down on the ground.
It felt as if one were not on a tense battlefield fiercely confronting the Heavenly Dao, but in a tranquil and peaceful paradise far from the hustle and bustle of the world.
She stood upright, like an ancient pine tree, her gaze fixed on the heavens, her eyes clear and resolute.
That focused gaze seemed to pierce through the disheveled appearance of the Heavenly Dao, reaching the deepest part of its soul.
Her voice was calm yet contained an undeniable dignified power, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, gentle yet firm and strong.
He said slowly and deliberately, "What makes you so sure that I wouldn't dare to kill the heavens? This isn't the first time I've hurt you. Before, it was because I was powerless, but now it's a completely different story."
At this point, Qin Qianluo paused slightly, her gaze like a sharp dagger, fixed intently on the Heavenly Dao.
That gaze seemed to be able to dissect every secret thought in his heart.
She then continued speaking, her tone carrying a subtle hint of sarcasm.
Like a cold wind in the dead of winter, it seeped into my bones: "Besides, has no one told you that your words are truly detestable?"
I have close friends to aid me, yet you are all alone. Shouldn't you reflect on your actions? In terms of upholding the Way of Heaven, haven't you failed miserably? Otherwise, why wouldn't even half a fellow human being come to your aid?
Every word Qin Qianluo spoke was like a heavy hammer, carrying immense power, fiercely striking the lofty and seemingly indestructible dignity of the Heavenly Dao.
In this silent yet subtly turbulent space, a breathtaking and lingering sound echoed.
The Heavenly Dao looked down at Qin Qianluo, who sat cross-legged and calmly in front of it, with an air of superiority and arrogance.
In His eyes, Qin Qianluo's actions at this moment were nothing more than feigning composure.
This unwavering conviction is like a fortress built from millennia-old ice, impregnable.
He was confident that he knew Qin Qianluo inside and out and believed that Qin Qianluo would never dare to kill him.
As for Xin Zimo, that unique nine-tailed fairy fox in the heavens, she entered the realm of true god at a young age with her astonishing talent.
She is like a mysterious and unpredictable mist; her temperament and strength are both difficult for even the Heavenly Dao to fathom.
Her temperament was like a summer storm, unpredictable and moody, and she acted entirely on the whims of her emotions, to the point of being almost absurd.
In the immortal realm, rumors about her indiscriminately killing innocent people are commonplace. Every move she makes is unpredictable and impossible to guard against.
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