Chapter 905: The Real Trump Card (Part 2)

"Hiss—!"

Gasps rang out almost simultaneously.

Looking at her intact arm, Red Lotus's eye sockets trembled. "Th… What is going on?! I clearly already self-destructed!"

"My Origin… My Soul… They're all back?!"

Leize looked down at his hands, cold sweat soaking his collar, the chill piercing to the bone.

Yan Sui, Fentian, Qi Xing, and Bo Ning looked at each other in dismay, their faces filled with shock.

A self-destruction should have destroyed both body and Soul.

In front of this man, even the right to die was stripped away, huh.

"Did you see that, Ming Ze."

Mr. Duan looked down at the seven resurrected people and calmly spoke, "This is the correct usage of the power of time. Back then, you had only mastered a few superficial things."

Ming Ze clenched his fists without saying a word.

Mr. Duan withdrew his smile, his gaze cold. "Did you really think I would let you self-destruct in front of me? Your energy will eventually belong to me; this is a destiny no one can escape!"

Hearing this, Red Lotus's eyes turned red, and fury burned within her.

"So what?!"

Red Lotus roared madly, veins bulging on her forehead. "At worst, we'll self-destruct one more time! We will never let you old dog succeed!"

While speaking, Red Lotus's blood surged wildly as she forcefully stimulated her Origin, preparing to self-destruct once again.

A flash of resolve also crossed Leize and the others' faces as they prepared to follow suit.

However, before Red Lotus's magical power could surge, Mr. Duan let out a cold snort and pressed his right hand forward.

"Hum!"

The space fell deathly silent.

The next second, everyone's movements stiffened, and their auras stagnated.

Red Lotus's roaring expression froze, Leize's arm hung suspended, the flames on Fentian stopped flickering, and everyone was like being sealed in a block of ice, unable to move the slightest bit.

Time froze.

"Sorry, I really don't have time to play with you this time."

Mr. Duan said calmly.

"Hum—!"

Golden light bloomed from his chest.

A phantom of the origin sacred tree emerged, exuding immense pressure.

Several streams of golden light shone out from the sacred tree, instantly enveloping the seven SSS-Class Professionals including Red Lotus.

The golden light devoured their Physical Body and Origin, and the auras of the seven rapidly withered.

Feeling the energy transmitted from the sacred tree, a burning heat flashed in Mr. Duan's eyes.

As long as he absorbed all seven of them, his plan would be just one step away.

However, just as Mr. Duan was about to completely refine the seven—

"Ria—! Boom!!"

High up in the firmament, a purple-black thunderbolt tore through the Void Realm.

The thunderbolt contained the Law of destruction, carrying a roar as it struck straight down onto Mr. Duan's body.

"Bang!!"

A loud noise exploded.

The aftermath of the purple thunder spread, forcibly interrupting Mr. Duan's absorption.

The golden light shrouding Red Lotus and the others shattered.

Mr. Duan's body shook, the Void Realm beneath his feet shattered, and he was forced back two steps by this bolt of purple thunder.

The phantom of the sacred tree on his chest flickered with light, almost collapsing.

Mr. Duan stabilized his figure, his expression changing abruptly.

"Why are there still reinforcements?"

"Could it be the Heavenly Dao?"

Mr. Duan's face sank as he looked up in the direction where the thunderbolt had struck.

In the Void Realm, a spatial rift slowly opened.

The next moment.

A youth dressed in dark golden battle armor stepped out from the rift.

The youth carried one hand behind his back, looking at Mr. Duan below with a smile.

"Mr. Duan, it really has been a long time."

The youth's voice was calm and gentle, spreading across the ruins.

The moment he saw the youth, Mr. Duan's expression sank completely.

Cold light burst from his eyes.

"Zhou Huai?!"

"Why are you here?!"

Looking at Mr. Duan's uncertain and suspicious face, the smile at the corner of Zhou Huai's mouth became increasingly obvious.

"Are you trying to say that I should still be in the Free Federation right now?"

"Still on the way to finding my mother?"

Mr. Duan's eyes narrowed slightly, the black runes deep within his pupils flickering uncertainly.

Zhou Huai stepped forward, the dark golden halos of Law around his body slowly rotating, dissolving the residual high-dimensional pressure around him into nothingness.

He gazed at Mr. Duan and let out a soft sigh:

"But I want to say, you wasted too much time in this ruin. That is what gave me the opportunity—"

"Not only did I rescue my mother,"

"I even had time to take a bath and change clothes on the way here."

"Wasted too much time…"

Mr. Duan repeatedly chewed on these words in his mouth, his brows tightly furrowed.

That usually refined face was now filled with absurdity and doubt.

Wasted too much time?

This is absolutely impossible!

Mr. Duan quickly deduced the timeline of the entire battle in his mind.

From the moment he stepped into this ruin until now.

This series of battles seemed long and complex.

But in terms of absolute time concepts, from start to finish, it was at most two hours!

Only two hours!

The Free Federation was far away across the Atlantic Ocean, separated by who knows how many tens of thousands of li from the ruins of this Far North.

In two hours, let alone rushing here from the Free Federation, it wouldn't even be enough time for Zhou Huai to rescue his mother.

This is completely impossible.

Wait a minute.

Mr. Duan suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Ming Ze who had fallen in the ruins.

"You played tricks."

"Did you accelerate the flow of time within the ruins?"

"Making me think that only a short amount of time had passed in the ruins."

Speaking of this, Mr. Duan's train of thought instantly cleared up.

That's right, from the very moment he stepped into the ruins.

Ming Ze had already begun quietly laying out his plans.

Only a short two hours had passed inside the ruins.

But in the real world outside, days or even longer had probably already passed!

"So the reinforcements you were stalling for from the very beginning were not Anubis at all."

"It was Zhou Huai?"

Anubis thought he was the mantis stalking the cicada, thinking he had utilized Ming Ze and the others.

But in reality, even Anubis, an underworld god of the old era, was merely a decoy put on stage by Ming Ze to attract attention.

Ming Ze's real trump card was never Anubis.

It was Zhou Huai!

Hearing Mr. Duan's questioning.

Ming Ze looked at Mr. Duan and gently nodded.

"That's right."

"Teacher, although I cannot see your future, I can see my own future."

"This is the only way in the future I saw to defeat you."

Ming Ze's voice echoed between heaven and earth.

After hearing Ming Ze's answer.

Mr. Duan stood in the center of the ruins, falling into a brief, dead silence.

Immediately after.

Mr. Duan laughed.

"Haha…"

A low laugh spilled from deep within his throat.

Then, this laughter grew louder and louder.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha hahaha!"

The laughter echoed in the ruined relic space, shattering the surrounding fragments of the Void Realm.

After echoing for a long time, it gradually slowed down.

That face returned to calmness and indifference once again.

Only those eyes looking at Zhou Huai and Ming Ze exuded a bone-chilling cold light.

"But I don't understand, the two of you clearly didn't know each other at all, how did you end up getting together?"

Zhou Huai, floating high in the sky, did not directly answer.

Zhou Huai looked at the Transcendent below who controlled everything, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a bantering smile.

Instead of answering, he asked back:

"My smart uncle, does this question still need us to answer?"

As soon as these words came out.

The last trace of a sneer on Mr. Duan's face completely vanished.

Two words slowly spilled from his mouth.

"Heavenly Dao."