Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1234 - 113: Night of the Meteor Shower (5)_3
"If the king dares, come and kill me!"
"Yan Qi, do you believe in those words yourself?" Situ Yi laughed angrily, "With just you? A painter not even thirty years old, trying to kill an ancient entity thatโs existed for untold millions of years?! You might not fear death, but I do. There are still six billion people on this Earth who want to live!" ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐.๐๐จ๐
At this moment, Yan Qi calmed down. He closed his eyes and said coldly, "Letโs vote. Follow my words or Situ Yiโs."
Qin Ming stood aside with crossed arms, appearing indifferent, like a spectator watching the drama. After hearing this, he said gently, "Situ, think it over, Yan Qiโs solution is brilliant. Not only can we fight the king, but a few years later we can also challenge the Dragon Species..."
"Shut up, damn it!" Yan Qi cursed, "Fools have no voting rights. Liu Zhongwu, you speak."
Situ Yi flicked his long sleeves, "Zhongwu, look at the situation clearly! Think of all the people in the world!"
Their gazes simultaneously focused on Liu Zhongwu, whose face alternated between green and white. He hesitated for several seconds, then spoke his thoughts.
"We canโt kill millions of children." Liu Zhongwu clenched his fists tightly, "Listen to Yan Qi."
Situ Yi stepped back repeatedly, like a betrayed victim, yet his pale face showed no sadness, only deep despairing fear.
"Alright, alright." Situ Yiโs eyes were red, "If you want to die, then die, but Iโm looking for a way to escape. After this, we will all go our separate ways!"
The four on stage were frozen at this moment, all sorrow, fear, unease, and guilt etched on their faces. A black line pierced the clear sky, dividing the whole world in half.
It was a stroke of pitch-black ink, and the brush was held in the artistโs hand. The illusion collapsed, the stage crumbled, paper figures scattered on the ground, and the artist in black clothes and hair stepped out from behind the torn curtain, stepping on those paper figures.
The underground space brightened, illuminating the face of the single audience member. Situ Yi wore a mysterious smile as he sang a perspective once held by someone.
"The strong and the geniuses never fear the future; they possess the determination and will to overcome all difficulties and obstacles. Yet even the strongest harbor fear in their hearts, afraid of their past, of their weakness, of those battles they can never win again, and those mistakes they can never undo."
"Itโs surprising you remember my words from back then." Yan Qi said coldly.
"Of course I remember; itโs a good line! Iโm no unrivaled genius, filled with panic for the future, finding no escape. But do you, this genius, ever feel fear? If you do, it means thereโs still unrest in your heart, worrying that you might have done wrong in the past?"
Situ Yi stood up, examining his young old friend, his gaze resting on the small and exquisite Jade hanging around Yan Qiโs neck.
"Borrowing the power of the Order King and using the Hidden Law Masterโs Unity Jade, such reckless actions are truly your style!" Situ Yi laughed, "And now, which Yan Qi are you? 10 years ago? 7 years ago? Or 4 years ago?"
"None of your damn business."
"Back in the day, we conversed merrily, but now youโre so cold, itโs heartbreaking! Letโs see if the Faceless God today can surpass the Sky Extreme of the past!"
Situ Yi slowly raised his hand, guiding countless threads, while Yan Qi silently wielded his brush, using ink to transform the vast world. Their powers clashed in the eerie underground, simultaneously declaring their Creation Realm Skill.
"Spiritual ImageยทCreation Realm, Three-Life SealยทDust Light Record."
"Spiritual ImageยทCreation Realm, Chaos Directorโs Play Mortal Theater."
