Chapter 1317 - 269: How About a Group Photo?

For the first time, Lin Haifeng’s face twisted into a grimace as his initial strike failed. Undeterred, he gathered energy once more, ready to attack the cavity with disbelief.

But that previous attack had truly been Lin Haifeng’s last opportunity...

Just as he gathered strength for a punch—even more ferocious than the previous one—a black ripple unexpectedly manifested at his elbow.

Once he was closer, Lin Haifeng discovered that this black line seemed like a scar where something had cleaved through the space itself.

Though his mind worked swiftly, Lin Haifeng’s body failed to keep up with his brain’s pace—he certainly possessed strength, excellent profession, and skill systems. However, his long tenure as a Commander had inevitably led to gaps in his battle experience.

Everyone’s time is finite; spending more on other matters naturally encroaches on time for everything else. Maybe there are geniuses in this world who can grasp ample combat experience without fighting, but Lin Haifeng was clearly not among them...

In fact... he was perhaps even worse than the average person...

Now, facing the assassin’s assault, Lin Haifeng’s first reaction was to evaluate the trajectory and principles behind the attack in his mind. But by the time he processed those thoughts, the black line had already reached his skin!

"Rip" sound.

An arm flew into the sky, and in the next second, even before Lin Haifeng felt the pain, the cavity beside him transformed in an instant.

...

As the cavity throbbed, more than a dozen tendrils shot out at extreme speed, wrapping around Lin Haifeng’s body and instantly restricting all his movements!

In the blink of an eye, the one-armed Lin Haifeng was captured by the giant octopus in tortoise-shell bondage!

"You bastard..."

In a fit of rage, Lin Haifeng couldn’t help but curse, until another tendril swayed twice in front of his mouth, forcing him into complete silence.

Even facing death... he didn’t want to engage in a perverse encounter with this disgusting thing...

Realizing that the outcome was settled, the giant octopus squirmed its cavity, cleanly spitting out the Demigod.

"Check the goods."

The giant octopus said, as the Demigod nodded, striding over to Lin Haifeng’s side.

...

Despite the brief battle earlier in which Lin Haifeng displayed the basic prowess befitting his status, deep down, the Demigod still harbored a sliver of doubt about this event...

Everything seemed to have gone too smoothly...

Perhaps this was a trap set by Lin Haifeng for himself, or perhaps the Lin Haifeng captured here wasn’t his true body.

But when the Demigod’s carbon copy moved to Lin Haifeng’s front, meticulously examining him without a flaw, only then did he finally relax.

This is the true body—No doubt about it, this is Lin Haifeng’s true form!

Appearances could be deceiving, but the essence of the Soul could not be faked. The Creation Energy within the Demigod’s carbon copy ran through Lin Haifeng’s body, naturally discerning the essence of Lin Haifeng’s Soul—even the highly acclaimed Soul Abiogenetic Creation Skill, deemed a masterpiece of the Soul Skill System by the Demigod, couldn’t alter the essence of the Soul.

Because it represented the root of a life form’s existence!

With this, all doubts in the Demigod’s mind were cast aside—In such a scenario where Lin Haifeng was about to die, what doubt could remain?

He’s about to die... What scheme or trap could there be?

Thus, the Demigod quickly retrieved... a camera... from the space ring...

He walked a short distance away, set up the camera, and then spoke to the giant octopus.

"So, let’s release our little friend too now..."

With his words, the cavity of the giant octopus trembled again, and then Fang Yuqiong’s figure appeared in everyone’s view.

...

"You!"

Upon seeing his grandson, Lin Haifeng’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, fixating on Fang Yuqiong. Yet just as Lin Haifeng was about to speak, the tendril near his face wavered twice.

Seeing this, Lin Haifeng prudently shut his mouth.

Fang Yuqiong seemed puzzled as he walked to the Demigod’s side, looking at the chaotic scene, seemingly unable to bear witnessing what resembled an execution.

But a strong force from behind caused Fang Yuqiong to stagger forward by two steps, nearly falling next to Lin Haifeng.

He bewilderedly looked back, only to see the face of the Demigod obscured by an iron mask.

"Uncle, what is this..."

"This is called the final judgment..."

"And you, you are the executioner of this trial!"

"How about it? The transition of power, naturally the new king must slay the old one before the throne, that’s how the course of events aligns, isn’t it?"

The Demigod’s voice was cold, but the words spoken left Fang Yuqiong entirely silent.

"Are you saying I should... personally do it?"

"There is no second option, is there?"

As the Demigod spoke, he stepped to Fang Yuqiong’s side, giving him a shoulder pat and continued with earnest words.

"This concerns trust and the foundation for our future cooperation!"

"And this!"

The Demigod pointed at the set-up camera.

"This is the testament of our blood connection!"

"So, how about a family photo of three generations?"

"Snap..."

...

Once, the Demigod also questioned whether the fallout between Lin Haifeng and Fang Yuqiong was genuine... But once the plan was set, the truth of the matter became irrelevant.

The last step was simply confirming Lin Haifeng’s real body, then having Fang Yuqiong kill Lin Haifeng himself, all of which would naturally be documented by the Demigod.

Once Fang Yuqiong killed Lin Haifeng, it became a fait accompli signifying Fang Yuqiong’s betrayal—even if the fallout before the incident was fake, with both testimonies and evidence in the Demigod’s hands, Fang Yuqiong had no room for retraction even if it were false!

At the very least, the Demigod believed the plan had minimal risk of oversight—and now, it was time to ascertain if Fang Yuqiong had truly been swayed.

Therefore, the Demigod retrieved a battle saber from the space ring, forcibly placing it into Fang Yuqiong’s hand, then pointed at Lin Haifeng on the ground, resuming his spot behind the camera.

"Well, let’s begin... Yu Qiong... will you choose to become the new king of Yanjing, or die together with your grandfather?"

In that instant, the Demigod’s tone no longer retained the warmth he once had for his nephew, replaced instead with an all-encompassing confidence.