And the world is full of ants.
But step by step... day by day...
They kept dying, kept dying.
I...
If I were not omnipotent.
And the people of the world were not all like ants.
Then I...
I...
His "Golden Lament" struck Yu Konghou's head heavily, and immediately, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, covering Yu Konghou's face and head.
Yu Konghou stared at Tang Lichen in disbelief, then burst into laughter, "Hahaha... So you've come to this! Hahaha..." He was almost dancing with joy, momentarily forgetting the fear of being unable to find an escape, his emotions swelling to the point of madness. "Hahaha... Acting so nonchalant and indifferent, I thought you were someone! Turns out you actually care about their lives! Young Master Tang! The fight for the throne is no child's play. Don't think that just because you win, all those who died before don't count—your pawns are people too! They can die too! From the day you arranged for her to be a spy here, you should have known she would come to this!"
A faint smile curled at Tang Lichen's lips. Though he had spat blood, his expression remained calm. "Miss Bai is not my pawn."
He rarely explained himself. "I truly believed that if I won, no one would die. But..." He took a deep breath and looked at Yu Konghou. "No one listens, because no one is my pawn."
Yu Konghou was stunned. For a moment, he couldn't even laugh.
Tang Lichen gave a faint smile, drew his sword, and advanced again. "Spit out the Gu King!"
The swarm of Gu spiders on Yu Konghou's body stirred restlessly. "Dream on!"
At that moment, flames erupted once more in the great hall. With a deafening roar, the hole Tang Lichen had blasted in the ceiling collapsed under the fire. Seeing an escape route, Yu Konghou ignored the scorching heat, mustered his strength, and channeled all his True Power into a surge of icy energy as he lunged toward the opening above. His tattered robes couldn't catch the wind for leverage, so he coiled the spider silk into a line and flicked it outward, mimicking the "Peach Blossoms for Miles" technique. The silk lashed upward, adhering to the opening and pulling Yu Konghou into the air.
Tang Lichen's energy was in chaos. After days of relentless battle, his injuries had neither worsened nor healed. The recent ordeal in the flames had cost him another mouthful of blood. Even with his unshakable confidence in victory, he was now at the end of his strength. Seeing Yu Konghou rise, he drew his sword to pursue but faltered, his energy stalling as a sharp pain erupted in his dantian. Without True Power to sustain it, the "Golden Lament" dissolved into a tangle of golden threads. Tang Lichen collapsed forward, catching himself with his left hand. He looked up to see Yu Konghou ascending swiftly toward the opening, carried by the spider silk.
Midair, Yu Konghou watched Tang Lichen kneel, coughing blood, and felt an overwhelming rush of satisfaction. What could be more gratifying than escaping certain death while his enemy lay helpless? If not for his own dire state, he would have hurled a dozen boulders at Tang Lichen!
A faint "snap" sounded through the smoke as something flew past.
Yu Konghou's hand suddenly lightened—the Gu spider's silk had been severed. He turned in horror to see a gleaming golden object flash past his face and out through the hole.
That damned thing looked like a golden orchid.
"Fragrant Orchid's Smile" again!
"No—" Yu Konghou plummeted with a thunderous crash into the heart of the inferno. The iron net beneath Bai Suche's carriage in the center of the hall snapped, and he plunged into a pit filled with burning charcoal and venomous substances.The ground below was already a fiery hell, certain death with no escape.
After waiting for a while, apart from the roar of the flames, there was not the slightest movement in the surroundings.
Tang Licheng knelt on the ground, his right hand gripping the golden threads of "Golden Thread Song" tightly.
In the heat of the moment, he had stuffed "Fragrant Orchid Smile" into his mouth and used it to sever the spider silk in Yu Konghou's grasp. Yu Konghou carried the Gu King with him, but having fallen deep into the fiery pit, no one could venture into the flames until they died down. And by the time the embers cooled, needless to say the Gu King, even Yu Konghou himself would likely have turned to ashes.
Tang Licheng listened intently to the sounds inside and outside the Drifting Eyebrow Garden, took a deep breath, and staggered to his feet. Then, leaping up, he dashed toward the cave entrance.
An object flew out from his sleeve—the Scarlet Silk Ribbon, now riddled with holes but still resilient, carried him over the raging fire, soaring through the smoke as he left the depths of the underground.
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