Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

"Evil, I didn't expect that after so long, you would be even more thirsty than me... But right now, I have to help you get things done."

Upon hearing the first part of what he said, Mo Xie smiled awkwardly, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

He didn't know why, but the moment he embraced the beauty in front of him, he seemed to be driven by lust, and it was an unconscious action.

Perhaps because of his memories as the King of Shadows, he has very deep feelings for Xiao Sha. After not seeing each other for so long, they naturally had a lot of affection for each other.

However, when he heard the second half of what she said, he paused, then stopped smiling and looked at the smiling Xiao Sha with a puzzled expression.

The Witch Queen Manjusaka smiled slightly, and with a gentle pull of her fair arm, she drew the puzzled Mo Xie closer, their foreheads touching.

Instantly, Mo Xie's pupils contracted and gradually became unfocused. Then, a mental shock attacked his mental world, causing him to lose his senses for a moment.
The next second, the dark galaxy that had been flowing quietly in the vast and brilliant starry sky of the spiritual world suddenly underwent a slight change.

In the distance, a deep black light appeared, not the ordinary black of the starry sky, but a dark black that was visible, exuding an evil aura.

The black light transformed into a beam of light, shooting straight towards the dark, shadowy galaxy, leaving a faint trail behind it.

The black light pierced into the shadowy galaxy, and in an instant, an extremely strong sense of oppression swept through the vast spiritual world. Wisps of deep black aura slowly rose, gradually spreading around the galaxy and obscuring its brilliant luster.

Outside, the Witch Queen Manjusaka quietly left the warm embrace, her high heels clicking on the floor as she retreated step by step, a smile playing on her stunningly beautiful face.

"Evil, this is your power. Savor it."

In sight, wisps of dark black smoke were floating around Mo Xie's body, his pupils were filled with deep black, and a terrifying pressure spread outwards, extremely evil and extremely dark!
His black hair fluttered in the air, and the shadow he cast on the floor behind him had changed slightly.

The unchanging shadow suddenly moved on its own. It opened its tightly closed eyes, but instead of seeing the floor below, it saw an empty and eerie white.

Then, it gradually broke into a strange smile, laughing silently.

The next second, it slowly lifted off the ground and stood up straight, its black arms wrapping around Mo Xie as if embracing him.

The moment the shadow pressed itself against Mo Xie's body, the grin spread to the edges, and instantly the shadow condensed into a black, unidentified substance that rapidly roamed throughout the body.

In an instant, Mo Xie opened his jet-black eyes, and with his large, well-defined hand outstretched, he made a claw-like grasping motion in mid-air, and the black substance immediately condensed in his palm.

With a thought, the black matter instantly changed shape, forming a long, sharp, and terrifying scythe. The sharp blade gleamed with points of light, as if it could cut through the air and stir up gusts of wind.

The moment Mo Xie gripped the scythe handle with his right hand, a strong sense of oppression emanated from his body, and wisps of terrifying black energy spread outwards.

Suddenly, pure black flames ignited on his body, and a fiery aura permeated the air, burning on his shoulders, elbows, sides, and knees, creating an eerie atmosphere.

At the same time, the air behind them distorted, and a phantom gradually emerged. The phantom solidified, and in the darkness, a face could be vaguely discerned… it was Mo Xie!
Rather than calling him Mo Xie, he is more like a middle-aged Mo Xie, or perhaps he should be called... Shadow King!

The illusory figure of the Shadow King was shrouded in eerie black mist, making it difficult to see his entire body. However, his handsome face was revealed within the black mist, and his dark, deep eyes turned to look at the graceful Manjusaka Witch Queen.

After a long while, a hint of apology appeared on its face, and a trace of love and longing could be seen in its eyes, which was then hidden deep inside.

The Manjusaka Witch Queen stood gracefully in place, her tall and shapely figure resembling undulating mountains. Her jade-like hands were folded in front of her flat abdomen, and her hip curves were as beautiful as a plump peach. Below her were her long, straight, snow-white legs.

Upon noticing the change in the illusory figure's emotions, the expression on her stunningly beautiful face shifted, revealing a hint of longing, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

A moment later, the illusory image of the Shadow King slowly changed from solid to ethereal, from enormous to a wisp of black mist, and finally floated behind Mo Xie.

Suddenly, the black mist flickered and, in the blink of an eye, formed a black cloak, which was draped over his shoulders.

Instantly, an aura of malevolent descent emanated from him, billowing behind him as his cloak billowed.

The oppressive aura that permeated the palace gradually subsided and returned to his body. However, the huge black scythe in his hand and the black flames burning around him remained, highlighting his kingly aura!
Mo Xie gripped the black scythe in her hand, feeling the extremely evil and dark aura emanating from it. The pitch-black depths in her pupils gradually faded, returning to their original state.

With a flick of his wrist, the black scythe spun gently in the air a few times. Although it made a whooshing sound and looked very heavy, it felt very light in his hand. A few simple slashes were enough to create a shockwave.

It's strange, it seems that only when it's in my hands can it produce such amazing results...

Mo Xie's lips curled into a smile, and a thought arose in his mind: could the black mist that had just been formed from his own shadow transform into something else?

His eyes narrowed, and with a thought, the black scythe in his hand twisted and instantly transformed back into a dark shadow.

But the next second, the dark shadow changed again, transforming into a black Tang sword with a long, sharp blade, on which burned eerie black flames.

Wisps of black smoke drifted in the air, and a terrifying aura emanated from it, suggesting that the damage from a single strike must be considerable.

With another thought, the Tang sword in his hand returned to a black shadow, then transformed into a blade without a handle. The end of the blade was wrapped around his arm like a rope, while the sharp blade hovered above his forearm, extending more than half a meter beyond his palm.

Upon seeing this, Mo Xie's eyes lit up as he examined the ever-changing black shadow in his hand as if it were a treasure. It was truly a master of seventy-two transformations!

Seeing Moye's joyful expression, like a child receiving a beloved gift, the Manjusaka Witch Queen covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyebrows curving into crescent shapes and her red lips parting slightly.

"Evil, it's called Evil Spirit." (End of Chapter)