# 1668
Chapter 1668: Your Most Trusted Favored One, Zhang San
Although Lin Qiye had not yet fully digested the information about his abilities, from the existing concepts, it seemed he could manipulate the [Causeless Cause] to change some facts that had already occurred.
For instance, the three fatal wounds left on him by [Chaos]—one sword piercing his heart, one slicing through his body, one severing his neck—he had used the power of [Causeless Cause] to transfer them onto the crow and the thick wall respectively. The former blocked the piercing sword for him, while the latter shielded him from the beheading strike.
Lin Qiye could clearly sense that damage transfer was only a small part of the [Causeless Cause] ability, but he had not yet fully digested the information about these two abilities. He needed more time to explore.
After consecutively transferring two fatal wounds, Lin Qiye looked down at his chest. A ferocious sword scar extended from his collarbone all the way to his side and lower back, nearly splitting him in half. As he was about to use [Causeless Cause] to transfer this injury, his palm paused in mid-air.
After hesitating for a moment, he still put the ability away and did not erase this wound.
Having been framed and nearly killed twice by [Chaos], Lin Qiye's heart was already filled with fury. He absolutely did not want to experience this feeling of憋屈 and helplessness a third time... but [Chaos]'s ability to manipulate hearts was unpredictable. He had to remain vigilant about everything happening around him.
The little boy had clearly stated that he would no longer intervene to save him. If he died next time, he would truly be dead.
This sword wound piercing through his body was the warning he left for himself. He wanted to use pain and scars to constantly remind himself to never forget these two lessons!
Boom—!!
A dull roar came from the distance. Lin Qiye turned his head, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"[Chaos]..."
Lin Qiye picked up the fallen Ame-no-Murakumo. The broken blade clearly reflected the cold light in his eyes. As his figure gradually departed, a murderous aura surged into the sky!
"It's time we settled our account."
...
Surging flames gathered outside Chang'an City, like a miniature sun in the night sky, radiating terrifying light and heat.
At the foot of this scorching sun, a red-haired girl's ceremonial robe fluttered violently in the wild wind.
Chloe rode the wind upward, pointing at the massive willow tree with her right hand. The miniature sun above her spewed out a brilliant column of fire, instantly piercing through hundreds of willow branches. A凄厉 howl rang out from the willow's canopy, and dense human legs rapidly tilted to one side, causing the entire massive tree body to dodge this attack.
Chloe冷哼一声, about to make another move, when the willow's canopy suddenly writhed. The next moment, large amounts of psychedelic smoke burst forth from the pale faces, directly engulfing the surrounding land. Chloe's figure was also swallowed up.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Chloe coughed lightly, glancing at the colorful smoke around her with her peripheral vision, her brow tightly furrowed.
"What the hell is this stuff?"
Chloe raised her fingertip, and a gust of wind dispersed from beneath her feet, trying to disperse the psychedelic smoke. But this smoke was made of something unknown—no matter how the air flowed, it showed no sign of dissipating.
The willow's roar rang out from somewhere within the smoke. Chloe sharply turned her head, her body riding the wind and flying toward that direction.
At that moment, a blurry figure flew toward her from the smoke. Chloe narrowed her eyes, and a fireball dozens of meters in radius burst forth in an instant. But the next moment, an equally sized fireball rolled out from the smoke. The two fireballs collided, and the crimson flames nearly burned the entire sky!
Chloe's brow furrowed even tighter. She saw another version of herself walking slowly out of the smoke, and shock appeared in her eyes:
"What the hell..."
...
Drops of blood dripped from the spear tip. Huo Qubing勉强 stood upright, his gaze falling on the smoke battlefield where flames continuously erupted, his expression somewhat grave.
"The agent of Yladr is indeed somewhat troublesome... but in this era, she's just an undeveloped little girl." Gongyang Wan smiled lightly. "You're already at the end of your rope. With just her, there's no way to turn the tide."
Huo Qubing did not speak. The bleeding wounds on his back continued to seep blood. The entire man had become a blood-soaked statue, his face growing paler by the moment, and even the hand gripping the spear was trembling.
As his gaze gradually turned cold, Gongyang Wan's body suddenly distorted, as if an invisible hand was squeezing and tearing at her body!
At the same time, the blood-soaked Huo Qubing suddenly darted forward. A thick bolt of lightning cleaved down from the heavens, weaving into a purple edge atop the spear tip. As he thrust his spear, a roaring lightning dragon surged straight for several miles, smashing several distant hills into fragments!
Dancing electric arcs glided through the dust. Through the蒙蒙 smoke, Gongyang Wan's figure calmly walked out. Half her body had been shattered into a blood mist by this spear strike, but the smile at the corner of her mouth showed no sign of fading.
"Even on the verge of death, you can still unleash an attack of this caliber... truly worthy of being the first Human Apex."
While Gongyang Wan exclaimed, countless willow branches burst forth from within her shattered half-body, quickly covering the wound and reorganizing into a half-human, half-willow monster. An eyeball grew from the willow branch at the end of her palm, staring intently at the Huo Qubing before her.
"Unfortunately, this body has already absorbed part of Kushoin and is no longer mortal flesh... killing her won't be so easy."
After forcibly thrusting his spear, Huo Qubing felt everything before him grow blurred. He used the spear shaft to barely support his body as consciousness gradually slipped into darkness. He forcefully bit through his tongue, struggling to maintain consciousness.
Before he could recover his clarity, Gongyang Wan's figure had already flashed to before him. One foot heavily stomped on his chest, the terrifying force directly sending him flying dozens of meters, crashing into the ruins of the Chang'an City wall.
Huo Qubing vomited a mouthful of blood, his life flame gradually weakening, his face pale as paper.
Gongyang Wan walked to the ruins, [Chaos] seemed to have completely lost interest in Huo Qubing, glancing at him dismissively,
"This farce should end."
Gongyang Wan's face changed, transforming into a ferocious-looking man. A sharp lark's cry rang from her palm. Just as she prepared to behead Huo Qubing, a voice suddenly came from behind her.
"[Chaos]大人, you cannot kill him."
Gongyang Wan froze, puzzled, and turned to look. A young man stood behind her, his face full of respect.
"Who are you?" Gongyang Wan asked in confusion.
"[Chaos]大人, what's wrong with you?" The young man spoke puzzledly. "I'm Zhang San! Your most trusted favored one, Zhang San, over these hundreds of years!"
Gongyang Wan froze in place.