Xingxiao slowly raised both hands, and the aura of Destruction around her boiled into something almost tangible.
"But unfortunately," she said softly, "you chose the wrong opponent… and the wrong side."
"Even among Emanators, there are differences."
"Before the might of Destruction, everything will eventually return to nothing."
Wei Qing—still wearing Jingliu's face—nearly laughed out loud.
Sis, you weren't this loud back then.
In the distant ruins of old, Wei Qing had first crushed Shuhu, then taken down both Phantylia and Xingxiao with his own hands—back when he was still "less broken."
Now?
He felt no fear at all.
"Difference?" he echoed, voice icy and arrogant in Jingliu's cadence.
"You're right. There are differences among Emanators."
He lifted his hand.
[The World] unfolded again.
The simplest opener. The most shamelessly efficient.
Time stopped.
As a Destruction Candidate, his authority slammed down like a verdict.
With nothing more than a small motion—within the span of frozen breath—everything his gaze touched was erased.
The Legion's ocean of bodies vanished.
In their place rose a dead forest of ice statues, silent and glittering, as if the planet itself had carved a monument to annihilation.
This wasn't combat.
It was a miracle.
Time resumed.
The cheers on the wall died in everyone's throats.
Belobog's defenders stared at the scene beyond the gates—at that grotesque, magnificent stillness—brains emptied by shock.
Even Xingxiao's calm mask cracked, replaced by a rigid, almost petrified horror.
It felt… familiar.
No sound. No process. No struggle.
Her army had simply been scrubbed from existence right in front of her.
That was Qingzhou's style.
Was this the Hunt's authority?
Xingxiao's brows tightened.
This was slipping out of her control.
But as an Emanator, she had an will forged through endless burning worlds.
The stronger the prey—
the more precious the Destruction.
"Good," she whispered.
"Now you finally deserve Destruction's gaze."
She clenched both hands.
Bzzzz—!
A high, shrieking vibration tore through the air, like countless strings plucked at once. The shockwave—pure and violent—raced straight toward Wei Qing.
Wei Qing raised his hand again.
This time, the Hunt's longbow condensed, invisible pressure gathering into a single line of intent.
"You're babbling," he said blandly. "Eat an arrow first."
His fingers released.
The light-arrow left the string—
and the world stretched.
[The World] activated again.
A clean combo. No wasted motion.
When time flowed once more, Xingxiao's body jolted.
She lowered her head, staring at her chest.
There was no gaping wound.
No blood spraying across the snow.
Only a tiny puncture—so small it looked like a needle-prick.
"Im… possible…" she forced out, eyes full of blank disbelief.
An Emanator wouldn't die so easily.
But that single shot had shattered her core.
She had no power left to fight.
We're both Emanators—so why is the stat gap this disgusting?
"We're done," Wei Qing said calmly, beginning his "victory speech" with shameless ease. "You lost."
"So what now? Beg? Or cling to dignity while you bleed out?"
"…Sword Champion of the Luofu. Jingliu." Xingxiao's voice stayed eerily composed as she admitted defeat. "You're strong. I am not your match."
But she wasn't done.
"Let's make a deal."
"Spare me, and I'll tell you where Qingzhou is."
Wei Qing: "…"
Huh?
Trade Qingzhou's whereabouts for your life?
Xingxiao, you're hilarious.
Since when do I have a private hotline with you? What is this, secret crush arc?
Maintaining Jingliu's cold, lofty posture, Wei Qing's crimson eyes remained unreadable.
"Qingzhou?" he said flatly. "That traitor's whereabouts have nothing to do with me."
Xingxiao swayed slightly in the air, watching him. In those empty, beautiful eyes, something sly flickered.
"Oh?"
"Nothing to do with you?"
"I thought you'd be… more concerned about an old colleague you were once rather close to."
The words were a needle.
A precisely aimed needle, probing at buried history.
The ants below didn't understand, but they could feel it—the undertow beneath the dialogue between two apex beings.
Wei Qing scoffed, voice icy as he continued the performance.
"Concerned?" he mocked. "The only thing I'm concerned about is cutting every last Destruction vermin to pieces."
"If his head ever hangs outside the Xianzhou, I might go look at it."
The hatred sounded perfect.
Convincing.
Xingxiao listened quietly, then let out something like a disappointed sigh.
"How heartless," she murmured. "Sword Champion."
"Qingzhou is already back."
"He's hiding in the Luofu."
Then she closed her eyes, posture surrendering—like someone resigning herself to execution.
She was gambling.
Gambling that the Sword Champion still cared.
Gambling that the Sword Champion was "righteous."
Gambling that a lie would buy her freedom.
If she lost?
She'd die fighting—and make this planet her funeral pyre.
Wei Qing fell silent for a beat.
Honestly… this colleague was entertaining.
For a moment, he almost wondered if she was the one aligned with Elation.
And since—back when he still wore his real name—she had helped him once…
Letting her go wasn't impossible.
After a pause, Wei Qing—still wearing Jingliu's expression—spoke coldly.
"…Leave."
"Before I change my mind."
Xingxiao's eyes opened, surprise flashing across her face.
She didn't waste a single breath.
Her body drifted backward, then dissolved into the murk of Jarilo's dim sky.
The aura of an Emanator faded into nothing.
On the walls, a heartbeat of dead silence—
then Belobog exploded into thunder.
"We won! We won!!"
"Lady Jingliu—long live Lady Jingliu!"
Soldiers clutched each other sobbing, some collapsing to their knees in relief.
Alisa braced herself against the parapet, trembling as the tension finally released.
She stared at that solitary white figure above the wall—upright, aloof, invincible—and her eyes filled with reverence and gratitude.
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