625. Stunningly beautiful
These are turbulent times, and I don't want any unnecessary complications!
Sect Leader Tong's eyes flashed coldly, a hint of killing intent in them. He thought to himself, 'The spiritual energy is dissipating; it seems even this mountain-protecting formation has a flaw. This nameless fellow is truly exceptionally well-hidden.'
He carefully sensed with his divine sense for a moment longer, and just as he was about to reach Fairy Peak where Tian Zhirui was, he abruptly stopped. A sweet feeling and reverie welled up in his heart, yet he was also reluctant to leave. In the end, he didn't let his divine sense go any further, thinking to himself, 'She must have left. I can't disturb Elder Zhirui's rest!'
In the dim night, it seemed as if the nameless figure had vanished swiftly, as if it had never existed. A deep sense of unease settled in his heart; he thought to himself, 'I must have just killed its clone!'
A faint hint of doubt and reluctance flashed across her face, it was hard to tell. Then, after a moment, she vanished in the blink of an eye!
Without hesitation, he transformed into a hummingbird and left the mountain where Master Tong was located at an extremely fast speed.
The figure quickly disappeared from Master Tong's sight, but feeling Master Tong's ever-watchful gaze, as if there was nowhere to hide as long as he was still in the Xuanmiao Taishao Sect, he suddenly felt a sense of mortal danger.
A slight fear crept in. Though not afraid, he didn't want to lose a clone for nothing. Zong Wuming's methods of self-preservation were unfathomable, so he was always cautious.
A sense of urgency to cherish life rose in his heart. Just as it rose, he suddenly activated his true energy. Although his true energy was dwindling with each use, he couldn't care less at this moment. His vigilance was beyond measure.
Zong Wuming immediately activated his supernatural power, and in the blink of an eye, he merged his body into the surrounding darkness. His aura vanished instantly, as if he had become one with the darkness, or as if he had been thousands of miles away from this place, making it impossible to detect his presence.
The nameless man's escape skills are superb, inherited from his martial arts mastery. While this greatly reduces his combat power, his escape techniques are incredibly powerful, as if he were to vanish into the void, allowing him to escape even in the most critical moments!
This unique supernatural power is not only as fast as lightning, but also allows one to blend into the darkness in a short time, leaving no trace and thus achieving the effect of concealing one's form.
This was what he relied on to escape from the Holy Emperor back then.
Before a powerful figure like the Holy Emperor, the slightest carelessness could lead to utter destruction.
Even now, recalling his confrontation with the Holy Emperor, Zong Wuming still feels lingering fear, and anger and helplessness arise involuntarily.
That punch from the Holy Emperor nearly killed Zong Wuming on the spot, but it was precisely by relying on this miraculous supernatural power that he hid for a moment, dodged a fraction of the punch, and successfully escaped from the Holy Emperor's attack.
Looking back now, a deep sense of fear still wells up in my body and soul.
The power of the Holy Emperor's punch was like a storm of pursuit, every moment felt like being on a cliff, and a slight misstep would plunge you into an abyss.
The Holy Emperor's indifferent and ruthless gaze, like that of a sage who has transcended all emotions, pierced his heart like a mocking blade, causing him unbearable pain, anger, and shame—a pain a hundred times worse than death.
Suddenly, the clone seemed unable to control its thoughts!
The Holy Emperor was like an inescapable nightmare, a nightmare that haunted his heart, like a dark cloud covering his face, causing him great suffering!
For some inexplicable reason, at this moment, Zong Wuming's mind was suddenly filled with a frantic thought: 'Power, power! Holy Emperor, I will tear you to pieces!'
At this moment, the desire for power and the fear of failure intertwine within him, creating complex emotions that are like fire and ice intertwined, causing him to suffer both internally and externally, as if he were being fried in oil or covered by the cold winter.
Anger, brutality, vigilance and hostility, fear and hatred—the urge to become stronger instantly, to become stronger immediately, and uncontrollable emotions surged forth like a tidal wave.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became; the more he thought about it, the more he hated it. He was so angry that he wanted to brutally kill them!
Recalling his confrontation with the Holy Emperor, he was full of vigor before the punch, and even the Holy Emperor had to give him some face!
After that punch, he was like a stray dog, hiding like an earthworm, trembling with shame.
Emperor Wu, filled with shame and disgust, thought to himself, 'You truly deserve to die! I, the Holy Emperor, will tear you apart alive one day!'
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, burning like flames!
The flames of fear and hatred danced wildly in his eyes, as if to devour everything.
Just as Zong Wuming's mind was about to explode, a scene that seemed to be never to be seen again appeared before his eyes: two stunningly beautiful women.
Their faces are strikingly similar, beyond description; long hair like a waterfall, straight and slender waists, long legs, and similar height—tall and perfect!
At this moment, the beautiful woman chuckled softly, exuding endless charm and allure, as if all the beauty in the world had been condensed into her.
In that instant, having seen countless women, indulged himself, and tasted all kinds of them, Zong Wuming felt an uncontrollable greedy possessiveness!
His mind seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and a strong desire to possess grew wildly in his heart, almost uncontrollable.
His eyes became burning and greedy, as if he wanted to possess everything about the two women.
This strange power, along with the unparalleled beauty before him, actually overwhelmed the hatred of revenge, the power of sudden protection, the external power, and the sacrificial power that he could not fully control, causing mental imbalance!
It was as if an unnamed, evil mind was instantly dragged into an abyss without realizing it. The power of the Martial Emperor, the Martial Emperor, the Martial Emperor—without the Martial Emperor's state of mind, one's evil thoughts are easily amplified infinitely.
At this moment, an almost unbearable temptation and pressure was building up, and hatred seemed to be tearing his mind apart, urging him to immediately sacrifice countless lives to break through to a higher realm.
He went to kill, to break through, to seek revenge, and almost became a puppet of power!
It sounds absurd, yet it's almost a fact: power, immense power, uncontrollable power.
This is why many evil forces cannot lie low and develop slowly, but are quickly exposed.
Suddenly, two stunningly beautiful women appeared before them.
The two indescribably similar faces shone like meticulously carved jade; their figures were as deep as a lake, seemingly capable of swallowing everything.
In that instant, the mind that had been stretched to its limit, the desire to destroy everything, and the desire to sacrifice all living beings were finally interrupted.
He was consumed by an even stronger possessive desire. That desire spread like wildfire, almost uncontrollably. A voice echoed in his mind, 'You are mine, mine!'
It was a yearning for beauty, an impulse to possess, that powerfully assaulted defenses stronger than the fear of death and the allure of immortality.
Suppressed by the desire to possess. The scales in his heart tipped, and the power of deep-seated hatred seemed so weak in the face of this raging tide of desire.
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