"That's called 'biting the hand that feeds you'!"
The childish voice didn't come out for a long time.
"Your behavior will spoil the child." After the other voice had finished raging, it quietly accused, "You were just trying to help the little brother suffer less, but instead of praising Youli for being smart and considerate, you even framed her and said she was harming you."
I really hate this version of myself!
"What do you know about yandere with your three-year-old brain? Yandere isn't a disease, but going crazy can be deadly!" If her body wasn't being controlled by the other person, she would have grabbed her hair and gone mad. "Yuanliang is the kind of person who feels at ease when he's covered in blood, but if you don't let him get hurt, he'll start overthinking. You brat, how am I supposed to clean up this mess?"
The childish voice fell silent.
He complained, "Humans are really complicated."
Why would anyone enjoy getting hurt?
A flash of icy light streaked across her eye, and specks of crimson shards fell from her brow, the overflowing blood staining her vision crimson. The spear tip swept horizontally towards Chen Tang, and she sidestepped, calmly dodging, but not completely avoiding it; the spear tip grazed her eyelid, leaving a faint red mark between her brows. A layer of frost formed on her brows, and cold blood dripped from the wound. Seeing this, Yun Da felt no joy, but rather a growing impatience: "Arrogant!"
Although he hadn't truly fought in nearly a century, he had diligently trained in the Martial Arts Hall over the years, ensuring his skills hadn't become rusty. Naturally, he knew in his heart that the person before him wasn't unable to dodge; she was simply using him to inflict these wounds. Realizing this, Yun Da felt a rare surge of anger. Since she was so arrogant, then he wouldn't hold back!
If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet.
Yunda's attacks were dense, varied, flexible, and unpredictable. The long spear, formed from ice and snow, was like an extension of his body in his hands, completely obeying his will. When the attacks were rapid, they were like a summer downpour, and when they were gentle, they were full of cunning and ruthlessness that made people tremble. Apart from himself, no one knew when or from what angle the spear tip would pierce Shen Tang's vitals; it was more agile than a venomous snake.
Shen Tang was forced to retreat repeatedly by countless blurry gun shadows, but fortunately, the cave seemed endless. She fought and retreated, and wherever she passed, the walls were crushed into dust by the blast waves, with smoke and frost mingling endlessly.
Yunda's momentum grew stronger with each battle, and his moves became increasingly fierce.
Shen Tang was clearly finding it more difficult to defend himself.
A mature voice said worriedly, "Are you sure you can handle it? If not, let me do it. Over the years, I've studied many methods that kill a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of my own. I'm sure I can kill this old man here. If you keep pushing yourself, my face will be disfigured."
This face is her capital for abusing her beauty.
The working woman gets up before dawn every day, worrying about the basic needs of all the people of Kangguo from the moment she opens her eyes. If it weren't for the healing effect of seeing her own face in the mirror, her resentment over the past few years would definitely be heavier than that of a vengeful ghost. If this face were disfigured by that damned child, she would lose one less motivation to get out of bed every day.
A mocking sneer escaped from the child's throat.
The instant Yunda's spear struck, she deflected it with her sword in one hand, while her other hand gripped the shaft, gathering and compressing her martial energy. Yunda's ice spear was not merely ice and snow; it was imbued with his martial energy, a cold and violent aura.
Ordinary flesh and blood bodies that come into contact with it will first be frozen into ice popsicles, and then invaded by the violent martial energy and turned into slush.
Even a martial artist with abundant blood and energy will find it difficult to escape unscathed if they are weak, and will most likely lose an arm!
Shen Tang belongs to neither the former nor the latter.
Upon closer inspection, one would notice frost spreading upwards from where her palm rested against the gun, but this frost was instantly burned away by the flames. No, rather than flames, it was more like Shen Tang's blood; her blood was actually burning and boiling, like tongues of fire flying from her palm along the gun shaft towards Yun Da at the other end. The cave temperature suddenly soared!
Yun Da stopped his attack and went into defense the instant Shen Tang grabbed the gun barrel, so the oncoming flames didn't reach him. The overwhelming heat wave raged through the not-so-spacious cave, and the flames singed a small section of his long hair. The flames twisted into the shape of a fire dragon halfway through their impact, leaving no darkness in their wake, turning everything crimson, and even the air itself seemed to distort and dance.
A childish voice giggled.
"It's starting, old man, you'd better hide."
Yunda brandished his spear and erected a thick ice shield.
The ice shield transformed into a dragon, launching a head-on counterattack against the charging fire dragon.
The two collided head-on in mid-air!
Sizzling sound—scorching white mist rose and surged in all directions, spreading to every corner of the cave in the blink of an eye.
With a continuous influx of martial energy, the ice dragon, after only four or five breaths of confrontation, gradually gained the upper hand over the fire dragon. Until the fire dragon was completely powerless to resist, the ice dragon roared and flew away. Where its body swept past, the cave walls were covered in thick layers of ice.
High temperatures were replaced by cold.
Yunda swung his spear, shattering the white frost mist with the shadow of the spear.
Where is Shen Youli now?
He activated all his senses, alerting his surroundings.
He took a step forward, his combat boots shattering the ice crystals beneath his feet. The ice crystals only reflected his figure—no, there was another person! Yun Da noticed a figure on the ice crystal out of the corner of his eye. Without moving his waist, the spear had already grazed his shoulder and shot towards the figure.
He only turned around when the gun was about to strike.
The spear tip pierced the wall; there were no enemies there. A child's laughter echoed through the icy world: "Youli warned you to hide, but why wouldn't you listen?"
Yunda frowned deeply.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply.
Something is breaking through the ice!
My only goal is myself!
Without thinking, Yunda raised his gun to fight back. The force of the blow startled him. Upon closer inspection, he realized what it was!
Tree branches, all tree branches!
Puff puff puff puff—
After a series of barely perceptible sounds, small bumps appeared on the cave walls, each spewing forth a twig. The twigs were brownish-black, about the thickness of a forearm, with a faint purple glow at their tips. A sweet, pungent odor wafted from them, enough to make one's head spin. These twigs, like a swarm of venomous snakes, surged towards Yunda like a tide.
Yunda's eye twitched violently.
A distant and hazy memory surfaced in my mind.
This technique was once used by a high priest of the Gongxi tribe on the battlefield, summoning a strange forest by sacrificing his own blood. These trees would relentlessly pursue their target until they were reduced to dust or drained of their life force, leaving only skin and bones. Their branches were incredibly hard, difficult to cut even with the weapons of ordinary martial artists. Yun Da had witnessed this thing indiscriminately slaughtering everything in its path on the battlefield—
After the war, the ground was covered with bones.
The high priest also paid a heavy price, his hair turning white in an instant.
The scale of this place is incomparable to that of years past, but it has successfully stirred up some unpleasant memories. He is not afraid, but he also doesn't want to be entangled. He is still an embodiment of martial energy, the purest form of heaven and earth energy, making him more attractive to monsters than ordinary flesh and blood!
but--
Thinking you can win him over like this is underestimating him!
Hehe, Shen Tang certainly didn't expect these branches to strangle Yun Da; she was more interested in personally cutting Yun Da to pieces!
A flash of silvery-white sword light came from below.
These branches seemed to understand her thoughts.
They always manage to appear at the most opportune moment and in the most opportune place, sometimes in front and behind, sometimes to the left and right, sometimes above and below, working together to block Yunda's possible escape routes. The tree branches do indeed contain a slow-acting poison, but this poison will not kill or dull one's senses; on the contrary, it will further enhance one's five senses.
The more you inhale, the more noticeable the lifting effect.
Yunda quickly realized this.
My moves and reactions are much faster now.
His face darkened considerably.
This effect seems harmless, but he understands all too well the meaning of moderation—only when the body and consciousness are synchronized can the will and flesh achieve perfect harmony. Once they diverge, whether the body moves faster than the mind, or the mind moves faster than the body, the consequences are fatal!
He immediately chose to hold his breath and circulate his qi to form a barrier on his body surface, preventing toxins from entering his body through the skin.
At the same time, drag your gun and flee!
Now it was Shen Tang's turn to draw her sword and chase after him.
Bang--
The stone wall ahead of them shattered with a deafening roar. Shen Tang swung her sword at Yun Da's neck, but the thick scales on his neck proved difficult to penetrate. Yun Da exchanged blows with her for over ten moves, searching for an opening to escape.
But no matter where he ran or how many cave walls he broke through, Shen Tang could always catch up and attack from any conceivable angle, the tree branches baring their fangs and claws, trying to pierce his vitals.
Explosions echoed throughout the cave.
Yunda's expression was solemn.
Just how big is this place?
Is it an illusion? Or have I been going around in circles?
These toxins are everywhere, infiltrating every nook and cranny; he can't delay for much longer even if he tries his best. The high priest outside still has some tricks up his sleeve, and continuing to delay is disadvantageous. Breaking through from within offers little hope, so he might as well try an external approach. Countless thoughts flashed through Yun Da's mind. Then, with a thought, he gave an order to the Martial Gallant Totem.
at the same time--
The ice dragons, constantly reborn from the snow and ice, were joining Gong Cheng in their attack on Gong Xichou. They paused, their ice-crystal-carved eyes flashing with a lifelike liveliness. With a resounding roar, before everyone's eyes, one of the ice dragons transformed into a longbow drawn to its fullest extent—
The dragon's body became the bow, its whiskers the string, and its head the arrow. After a mournful hum, a blinding meteor pierced the sky and shot towards the ground!
Bang--
The arrow collided with the "tumor," unleashing a powerful, earth-shaking force. Large gashes appeared on the branches of the "tumor," the broken ends covered in thick frost, unlikely to heal quickly. Other trees on the ground seemed to sense this and began to wriggle and surge towards the site.
This arrow seemed to be some kind of signal.
Bang bang bang bang——
The explosions started intermittently and then became continuous.
Every arrow lands in the same area.
Before the gap created by the previous arrow could be filled, another arrow, several dozen feet long, had already fallen. The area covered by frost on the surface of the "tumor" gradually expanded and spread until it covered most of it.
Finally, it reached its limit and with a crack, the first crack appeared, followed by a second and a third, with cracks spreading rapidly across the surface like a spider web.
The commotion, like an earthworm turning over, grew from small to large.
A faint rumbling sound could still be heard.
Even Gong Xichou, who was engaged in a fierce and sweeping battle with Gong Cheng, couldn't help but divert some of his attention to what was below. The enormous "tumor" resembled a seed about to be broken through, and something was about to emerge from it. In that moment of distraction, he was struck by a knife.
Although the armor hadn't pierced to the surface of his body, the residual force still caused his blood to surge and churn. Gong Xichou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, preparing to teach Gong Cheng a lesson. The commotion on the ground reached its peak; with a deafening roar, a thick pillar of icy blue light shot up from the ground, soaring into the sky and frantically absorbing the moonlight like a whale devouring its prey. Seeing the pillar of light, Gong Cheng knew the outcome.
As the pillar of light completely dissipated, a figure with flowing hair was revealed. Who else could this person be but Yun Da? Gong Cheng said regretfully, "Alas, Shen Jun ultimately failed to trap him."
Yunda is out now, and Shen Jun is probably in grave danger.
Perhaps it was already lost in Yunda's hands, who knows?
Gong Cheng's unfinished words successfully provoked Gong Xichou!
The next moment, a silver-white meteor flew out from the ruins.
The meteor's target was the direction where Yunda was!
Gong Xiqiu's breathing eased slightly: "You've misjudged!"
At the strategic pass, Ji Moqiu was attacked by the formation.
The boy's face was slightly pale, and his breathing was erratic, but he quickly suppressed his disordered breath. He turned his head to thank Chu Jie for helping him up, swallowing the slightly sweet and metallic taste rising in his throat: "I'm fine. It's just that the formation was broken, causing a temporary backlash of divine power. It's nothing serious."
He didn't try to be brave.
After just a short rest, her complexion returned to normal.
Frustrated and blaming himself, he thought, "My cultivation is still too shallow... If it were any other sage, breaking the formation wouldn't have been so easy."
We have disgraced our ancestors.
Chu Jie didn't know much about the Gongxi Clan's High Priest, but he knew what "the great way returns to oneness" meant. Whether it was the martial arts path followed by the Martial Warrior or the formations of the Gongxi Clan's High Priest, the essence was the same: "You don't need to underestimate yourself. Not to mention you, even someone stronger than the enemy couldn't withstand such a dense attack from one point to another. Losing the position was an inevitable result."
Yunda did take some shortcuts.
What barrier could possibly stop such a concentrated breakthrough?
On the contrary, the lord's performance exceeded Chu Jie's expectations.
The Lord's strength and realm are the same as Gongxi Chou's, also at the seventeenth rank of Siche Shuzhang, about to break through. This cultivation speed is terrifying anywhere, not to mention that the Lord has been busy with state affairs every day for the past few years, with endless government affairs to deal with as soon as he opens his eyes.
But who is the enemy?
The enemy is the embodiment of a rank 20 Marquis!
He steadily stepped over the thorny figure of the Grand Chancellor.
It is extremely difficult to remain undefeated after a prolonged struggle.
Judging from the situation, it seems that the Lord is still chasing after Yunda to kill him.
Just then, Chu Jie and Ji Moqiu both heard a sinister voice beside them: "Our lord is injured."
Even Chu Jie felt a chill run down his spine from the sound.
He looked at Qi Shan, whose face was deathly pale.
"...Perhaps it's the enemy's blood..."
Qi Shan asked, "You believe it?"
Chu Jie: "..."
Qi Shan let out a laugh that was hard to tell whether it was joy or sorrow. Her eyelids drooped slightly as she looked at her palm and whispered, "But I'm not injured."
With a whoosh.
Swords drawn!
Chu Jie: "!!!"
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Tang Mei: Being a yandere isn't an illness, but going crazy can be deadly.
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