Eldritch Horror Theatre

The time had come. Was he finally preparing to deliver a fatal blow head-on?

This judgment was reasonable enough. After all, no matter how one looked at it, Brother Louis already held the absolute advantage.

He clearly wasn't going to leave any room for elegant maneuvering.

Taking the initiative to reveal that he could monitor Fu Qian's movements, along with bringing everyone all the way here, was all meant to prove that the earlier story was just a lie.

Fu Qian understood the intentions behind Louis's move perfectly well.

Now his story was finished, and he dominated the situation.

Under these circumstances, forcing the contradiction between their two accounts to erupt in the sharpest possible way would severely limit Fu Qian's room to find another way out and turn the tables.

Unless he utterly discredited Fu Qian's account, he could never eliminate the lingering doubts in the audience's minds.

Among them, the first to express negative emotions was his former first teammate, Echo.

At that moment, the audience made their judgments in unison.

Because regardless of whose story it was, they were undoubtedly the ones being used.

Just as Louis had said, after forcing the three of them to find Benjamin's true body, he could now command those minions just the same.

"Thank you. Actually, I was already doing exactly that."

The risk he had to take was that Fu Qian might snap and spill the secret of the consensus—but he wasn't particularly worried about that.

"Heh... whatever your goal is, whatever your identity is, once we leave this place, I will definitely find out who you are."

For a proud High-Tier Transcendent, this was clearly unbearable.

"Your Excellency, although you are powerful and possess many methods, your condition doesn't seem very good."

Against such entanglement, it seemed An Ke didn't have many ways to respond...

Aside from the accumulated erosion nearly giving birth to a "higher-level her," she had even let him ruthlessly whip her earlier just to force any potential stalkers to reveal themselves. It was perfectly normal for her to be emotional.

Of course, this didn't mean they were dodging. Perhaps they were subconsciously avoiding looking at that face, but the postures of all three were exceptionally firm without exception.

For a moment, not only did the recently whipped person closest to him exhibit a stress-induced flash of anger, but the others also shot sideways glances.

The target of the long whip was clearly not her, but the empty air beside her.

Coupled with his display of control over this place, the effect was evidently quite good.

"Even though I'm not entirely certain, I suspect Dean Li is very likely more than just a Demigod."

In the already tense situation, this sudden movement undoubtedly triggered a strong reaction.

...

And the scale he chose was completely unsurprising: hiding the true nature of the consensus and focusing primarily on exposing Fu Qian's lies.

"And this face... I'm actually very curious why you're still wearing it."

Instead, the blue-black marks on the mysterious Demigod An Ke's body increased once again.

The next moment, she even forced herself to focus her gaze on that face—a face that, no matter what, was difficult to muster any disgust toward.

It wasn't that he was underestimating Fu Qian; rather, he simply had too much confidence in himself.

Regardless, Fu Qian had no choice but to face this head-on next.

"Don't be nervous. I'm just casually demonstrating the situation I mentioned earlier to help everyone calm down."

Without even taking the opportunity to ask what Fu Qian's true goal was, Echo gritted her teeth and made her declaration.

As long as someone felt there was still hope to turn the tables, they definitely wouldn't flip the board.

Brilliant light flared as Fu Qian suddenly sidestepped, and a Crimson Long Whip flashed out and vanished just as quickly.

The erosion afflicting their bodies had been temporarily alleviated, giving them the emotional support needed to figure out exactly what was going on in this constantly reversing predicament.

An overly hasty execution wouldn't yield the best results; the pre-execution struggle had to be utilized as well.

Truly meticulous.

But she obviously could never have imagined just how high the demand was for a reservation to seek revenge against Expert Fu.

Clearly, in Louis's eyes, the contribution that Fu Qian—the saboteur—could make to repairing the consensus went far beyond simply dying.

It was just a pity that, in the face of his undiminished, smiling gratitude, the three of them still didn't dare to look at him directly.

It swept past, hitting nothing.

Everyone present had witnessed the earlier self-inflicted ruse, and they were undoubtedly deeply impressed by this ring with its Soul Scourge effect.

Perhaps the situation was highly favorable, but any resource that could improve it further could not be wasted.

Expressing deep sympathy, Fu Qian looked back at that seat and shook his head quite frankly.

...

"Your Excellency An Ke had better not be so impulsive."

If he were Louis, he wouldn't believe that this disruptor—who could manipulate the situation so effortlessly—would give up so easily.

Both Echo's identity and her tone were enough to prove that her words just now weren't a bluff.

"No, I have other motives."

Louis's mind was still clear. As soon as Fu Qian had left back then, Louis knew that even if he was at a disadvantage from the preconceptions, laying his cards on the table was the only option.

The situation was very close to what had been guessed.

However, Echo—who was the closest and had even taken a guarded stance—ultimately remained standing in place.

"You're welcome. I want to know, did that Royal Scion who made Your Excellency feel such deep regret hide in here?"

Although they might not have expected the true way they were being used.

In the somewhat stagnant air, Fu Qian turned his head, his gaze sweeping sequentially across the faces of Li He and the other two.

"And in front of you are four people whose Rank is no weaker than yours."

And now, it was his turn to respond to the move.

Of course, they obviously wouldn't have any favorable impression of either Louis or him.

Aside from Louis's self-inflicted ruse, she was undoubtedly the most tragic character among everyone on this trip.

The ferocious, crimson Ring of the Tyrant's Fist sparkled on his middle finger.

Tree Infant!

Sure enough, the next moment, Louis's pacification arrived right on time, and the attack seemed to halt once again.

It was all about controlling the intensity. He was virtually incapable of escaping anyway—

An Ke's sudden flurry of actions was actually because he had come under attack. The thing that had been entangling him earlier had made a move again.

Facing this well-intentioned reminder, Fu Qian marveled silently.

Sighing softly that the ignorant are fearless, Fu Qian didn't strike down her enthusiasm too harshly. The next moment, he opened his hand.

"Good question... Don't worry, I will answer it for you."

"Please continue answering Her Excellency Echo's question."

He neither concealed his satisfaction with the current development nor engaged in any classless gloating. He was even genuinely and logically helping to analyze the situation.

"Thank you all for your concern."

Despite the brief interlude and a further wane in momentum, the Blood Clan Demigod's expression remained calm.

"What I just showed Her Excellency Echo is the answer to her question."

What he just showed was the answer? That ring?

Although the Demigod An Ke's words felt more like an active struggle to maintain his last shred of dignity, almost everyone still subconsciously looked at the hand he displayed once again—wait, where was the ring?

But the next moment, the scene that fell into their eyes made Echo—who was the closest—feel her scalp instantly go numb.

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