"Close one..." Gan Jing let out a long sigh. If it weren't for this Blood Bat Bloodline Demonic Martial Artist gaining sight through the Dark Demon Armor, he might have been the one defeated.

Eyes? Being able to see things is a good thing, but eyes can sometimes deceive! Ten Thousand Shadows was a technique based entirely on deceiving vision through ultra-high-speed movement. If Lafar hadn't possessed any power and still relied on his hearing and sense of smell, the final victor of this battle would truly be debatable.

Chek advanced step by step toward Lafar, who sat on the ground, gripping his slender, narrow longsword.

"Who... who are you......? Ah! It's Chek!" Lafar shrieked: "Save me! We are both of the Demon Race! I know Princess Younala's whereabouts! Save me, and I'll tell you why Princess Liushui framed her sister. You remember, don't you? It was I who let you leave the Imperial Palace!" System Chek looked sadly at the raving Lafar. Just recently, after entering the water curtain passage, he had clearly heard every word of their conversation.

The act of sparing him back then was no kindness; now it seemed it was just another opportunity to curry favor with the Crown Prince! He had even been grateful to this Bloodline Warrior at the time.

Chek suddenly felt his own plight was pathetic. All this time, he believed his enemy, the one who betrayed his sister according to rumors spread outside, was the Tenth Princess Lucifer Liushui, but he never expected that Lucifer Liushui, the woman notorious in the outside world as a licentious demoness, was actually protecting Younala.

The one he had been grateful for, the one he had even asked Gan Jing not to kill, was the most venomous viper.

"If it weren't for Gan Jing..." Chek let out a cold laugh toward the sky: "Perhaps when I returned to the stars, I would still be engaged in the wrong kind of hatred, still praying for my sworn enemy among the stars."

"How should I torture you?" Chek gazed silently at Lafar: "Slicing a thousand pieces of flesh from your body before letting you die still wouldn't quench my hatred!"

"Then cripple him."

"As Gan Jing’s words fell, his palm exerted a sudden, violent force. The sound of bones snapping echoed again, along with Lafar's agonizing scream and violent body convulsions.

Wings! The wings of the Blood Bat Bloodline Demonic Martial Artist were being forcefully torn off and ripped from his body with sheer brute strength!

Pfft! The narrow, slender longsword pierced Lafar's throat. Blood surged from the wound in a torrent. He raised a hand to staunch the flow, but he couldn't hold it back. His body slowly slumped to the ground, twitching and struggling relentlessly.

"Since nothing quells the hatred, I might as well kill you," Chek said, slowly turning while gripping the narrow longsword. "Aren't you the most afraid of death? Then I will give you the thing you fear most."

Gan Jing watched the blood incessantly pouring from Lafar's throat, knowing this Blood Bat Bloodline Demonic Martial Artist's life was nearing its end. There was no need to worry about him anymore; now, he had to deal with someone else.

No! It should be another demon—beautiful, sexy, arrogant, with a terrible reputation, yet a demoness who wasn't entirely evil.

Gan Jing rubbed his temples while looking at Lucifer Liushui. This was the most troublesome situation he had faced since his debut. Not long ago, this powerful demoness had lost an eye, and the one who took it was...

Gan Jing scratched his head. Logically, given such a deep-seated hatred involving the loss of an eye, there should be no need for further words. To ensure this Lucifer royal family demoness wouldn't plot against him day and night in the future, killing her was the safest option. Support the high-rise building, click to subscribe and vote.

Whether in the True Strategy Dynasty or the Demon Race, there were always those individuals or demons who would risk their lives for money, monstrous beings who worked as assassins.

This Tenth Princess of the Demon Race didn't look like a poor demon; she scattered gold lavishly. If she managed to hire a truly formidable assassin for a sneak attack, wouldn't that be dangerously problematic?

Extinguishing danger in the cradle was what a warrior must do!

"What do you want?" Lucifer Liushui held her head high, looking at Gan Jing. The dark hair obscuring her right eye swept aside, revealing the hollow socket: "Kill me? Then do it!"

Beautiful! Seeing Lucifer Liushui’s appearance missing an eye, Gan Jing suddenly felt a jolt of clarity. Perhaps it was an illusion, but this demoness with one less eye seemed even more stunning than when she had both.

"Hmm! I am contemplating that question as well," Gan Jing nodded. "I am thinking: should I snap your neck? Or should I chop off your head? Or perhaps split you in two?"

All the ice in Lucifer Liushui’s eyes transformed into confusion: "You don't want to kill me?"

Gan Jing snapped his fingers. "Honestly, I regret hearing your conversation with that Blood Bat so much. It eliminated more than half the reasons I had for killing you. After all, you showed kindness to Chek! And that fellow, just a few days ago when I was severely injured, stood in front of me with his sword, fighting a horde of Sand Scorpions, nearly costing him his life."

Lucifer Liushui blinked her solitary eye, looking at Gan Jing with perplexity.

"So..." Gan Jing spread his hands. "Don't you think our relationship is now tangled up like a ball of yarn?"

Lucifer Liushui appeared to think deeply, hatred for Gan Jing flickering in her eyes alternating with acknowledgment of his words, leaving her momentarily lost: "Then what exactly do you want?"

"I have a solution!" Duan Feng Buer stood in the distance, chuckling: "Gan Jing—why don't you just 'do that' with this demoness now? Turn this raw dough into a cooked bun. She becomes your demoness, naturally..."

"Get lost!" Gan Jing snatched a nearby fruit and hurled it: "Say one more dirty word, and next time it won't be a fruit flying, it'll be a throwing knife!"

Lucifer Liushui instinctively drew up her snow-white legs, covering her chest with one hand while pressing the tattered cloth over the area between her legs with the other. Fear showed on her face that Gan Jing might actually listen to Duan Feng Buer's suggestion.

Lucifer Liushui knew very well that she was a beautiful demoness! That's why she was extremely afraid that Gan Jing might actually do something; this man was simply too strong! He not only beat Lafar while he was clad in the Sacred Artifact Dark Demon Armor but also violently ripped the armor right out of his body.

In this situation, if Gan Jing truly wanted to do something... Lucifer Liushui shook her head repeatedly, unable to contemplate further—she had no chance of resisting him!

Gan Jing felt the terror and panic in Lucifer Liushui's gaze and coughed forcefully several times to mask his own awkwardness.

"I am also thinking of a solution," Gan Jing managed, the corners of his lips twitching. "How about this? We just treat it as if neither of us owes the other anything?"

Lucifer Liushui frowned, raising a finger to point at the empty socket where her right eye was, then quickly covered her chest again to prevent the cloth from slipping.

Gan Jing sighed; this was indeed a problem. He had acted only when his own life was on the line, taking her eye out of necessity—they were enemies then! Now, the relationship seemed terribly complicated.

"Then should I kill you?"

Lucifer Liushui merely shook her head slightly. No human or demon desires death unless they are mad.

Reconciliation was out! Killing her would betray Chek...

Gan Jing scratched his head. "Listen, I can switch eyes; you should know that, right?"

Lucifer Liushui glanced at Chek and nodded lightly: "You're going to return that eye to me? If so, I can..."

"Don't dream about that," Gan Jing interrupted her. "My ability only works once for an eye swap. If I take it out again, the eyeball will be ruined. What I mean is..."

"I don't want the eyeball of any other demon!" Lucifer Liushui shook her head resolutely. "I only want what belongs to me. A noble Demon Race princess only desires her own possessions!"

"That's impossible," Gan Jing said, drawing his Demon Slaying Saber from the Boundary Realm. "Beautiful Demoness, I don't have time to waste on you. I give you two paths now: either we sever all ties, or even if Chek resents me, I will still cut you down! No other reason; keeping you, an enemy demon, is too dangerous."

Lucifer Liushui stared at Gan Jing, speechless. She could feel this man wasn't lying, but simply severing ties like that...

"I am not reconciled..." Lucifer Liushui closed her eyes, tilting her fair, slender neck upward, not speaking another word.

Choosing death? Gan Jing looked at the demoness before him with surprise. This kind of spirit...

"Are you all fools?" Duan Feng Buer couldn't help but interject from the side: "How about this, Beautiful Demoness! Have your Great Demon God swear an oath, saying that in this life, you can only seek revenge against Gan Jing using your own strength, absolutely never borrowing external aid. And you absolutely will not kill Gan Jing, nor will you harm any friends beside him. Merely seeking justice is acceptable, right?"

Gan Jing looked at Lucifer Liushui; Lucifer Liushui looked at Gan Jing. This man had actually saved her just now. If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't just have been defiled by Lafar; she might have been kept as a sexual slave in the future.

By calculation, he was a benefactor, but! Lucifer Liushui found the situation incredibly complex—this benefactor of hers was the enemy who gouged out one of her destructive Demon Eyes!

"Fine..." Lucifer Liushui sighed. Although she hated Gan Jing intensely, it felt wrong to kill him now, especially since the life-saving grace was undeniably real!

"I swear..." Lucifer Liushui raised her head with a solemn expression: "Great Demon God above..."

Hearing this, Gan Jing finally relaxed. The Lucifer lineage of the Demon Race rarely swore by the Great Demon God, as they believed themselves to be descendants of the Great Demon God, and oaths sworn by the Great Demon God were never false.

As for Lucifer Liushui's strength... Gan Jing believed that for a certain period, she would be incapable of posing any threat to him.

"There," Gan Jing said, seeing Lucifer Liushui finish her oath, and extended his hand in a polite gesture: "Aren't you tired of sitting?"

Lucifer Liushui used the strength of Gan Jing's arm to stand up forcefully. This sudden caused her already fragile clothing to completely shred at the front... Her sexy body, sculpted like a masterpiece of art, was completely and openly presented to Gan Jing's view.

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