Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 769 If you don't want to be a dog, you can only be an imperial princess (3k2)

In an instant, an invisible black mist swirled around, piercing through the battle qi barrier and frantically eroding the surrounding world.

Grass, trees, sand, and even the faces of the saints reflected in the sky, which replaced the sun, were gradually shrouded in black mist, as if even the light was about to be blocked.

The Soul Clan members present were all worldly-wise and exceptionally talented individuals with visions far exceeding those of ordinary people. Yet, this unbelievable scene still plunged them into an icy abyss, as if a great fear was about to strike.

This fear originates from the deepest part of the soul; it is difficult to resist, and even more impossible to resist.

Even if you are a member of the Soul Clan, it's not allowed!

Hunya's face was deathly pale, and his uncontrollable palpitations caused his legs to tremble uncontrollably, almost causing him to kneel down.

"How is this possible?" he said, almost straining his voice.

For a long time, everyone, including Soul Cliff, believed that Soul Jade, who lost in the previous Gu Competition, was a cowardly good-for-nothing who was afraid of death, and even thought that he had disgraced the dignity of the Soul Clan.

That is why, when they learned that Hun Yu had become a second-tier candidate, second only to Hun Ruoruo and Hun Feng, most people's first reaction was disdain, and they had no intention of considering him as an opponent.

After all, in the Soul Clan's deeply ingrained concept, death is not terrible; dying for the sake of pursuing profit is an extremely glorious thing.

However, after witnessing Hunfeng's methods, Hunya finally realized how wrong they had been.

Death is indeed not scary.

But if one dies at the hands of Hunfeng, death will be the least of one's worries!

Your soul, your bloodline, your wealth, your talents—everything will become the other's property. Even your family and elders will become their protectors!

The Soul Clan may be cold-blooded and ruthless, but if even their personality is stripped away, who wouldn't be afraid?
Who would dare not be afraid?!

At this thought, Hunya Hunli felt his hands and feet turn ice cold, and for a moment he even found it difficult to muster the strength to move.

Having already known the other party's purpose, Hun Yu no longer felt the initial fear and panic. His gaze was unusually calm, filled with fierce killing intent as he looked at Hun Feng.

He gritted his teeth and cursed, word by word: "You dare to covet even the young lady's identity? You madman, you're really asking for death!"

Upon hearing this, Hunfeng smiled calmly and said, "You don't need to tell me. Hunfeng will die soon."

He turned his head, his light brown eyes fixed on the stunningly beautiful girl in the black mist, his gaze devoid of any ulterior motives, filled only with sincere praise.

"Hehe, I have waited for more than ten years, but I never thought that I would be able to find someone with such a venerable status."

Hunfeng gazed into the girl's azure eyes. The more he admired her, the more he loathed himself. He even tore off large chunks of flesh from his body and threw them aside like trash.

Hun Ruoruo remained expressionless, her pale lips, worn from excessive exertion, curling into a mocking smile: "Is this your purpose?"

"You went to great lengths to suppress your true nature, even lowering yourself to give up absorbing the blood pool in order to surround me, just to possess me, not to defeat me?"

Hearing the girl's sarcastic words, Hunfeng was not angry at all. Instead, he nodded in agreement: "Not bad."

He looked up at the sky, gazing silently at the faces of the saints that were faintly visible beneath the black mist, his expression devout.

"The holy faces that have appeared in this world total one hundred and twenty-eight. They are all supreme experts of my Soul Clan who have reached the high-level Dou Sheng since the founding of the clan. Even our ancestors are no exception."

"They embody the history of the Soul Clan, from its peak to its decline, and then from decline to its current glory. Countless Soul Clan members revere them as gods, flocking to them like moths to a flame."

At this point, Hunfeng's tone suddenly changed, his eyes sharp as knives: "But without exception, they are all dogs! Dogs kept by the clan leaders of each generation!"

His eyes grew increasingly fierce as he raised his hand and tore off the last clump of flesh from his chest, then plunged it into the flesh, forcefully pulling out a rotten, festering, dark red mass.

The moment the dark red thing appeared, it seemed to come alive, constantly twitching and contracting, throbbing and emitting strange cries like an infant's wail, as if the sounds of wind and thunder were gathering inside.

Upon seeing this object, Hun Ruoruo's pupils contracted slightly, and the three people below, including Hun Yu, changed their expressions drastically, as if they were looking at a ghost or god.

That is the heart of Soul Wind.

A rotten, almost decaying, corroded heart.

"A dog is still a dog!"

"Even the most obedient dog will eventually be driven by people and become their henchman; no dog is an exception!"

"I finally managed to escape the fate of being a dog, but because of you, this variable, I've failed again. Tell me, how could an ordinary person not hate you?"

Hun Ruoruo's gaze grew cold: "You're just an ordinary person too?"

"How could Hunfeng be an ordinary person?!" Blood gushed from Hunfeng's mouth and nose as he laughed maniacally, "I don't hate you. I just don't want to be a dog, but unfortunately, you're blocking my way."

His simple face gradually cracked, and wisps of white vapor spilled from his mouth and nose, like a vengeful ghost from purgatory.

"If you don't want to be a dog, the only way is to become you!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hunfeng raised his arm high and grabbed the weeping heart. A terrifying shockwave, powerful enough to shake the earth, suddenly gathered at that moment—

"Secret Technique: The Heart of Gradual Collapse!"

Endless white light descended, and under the horrified gazes of the three, the radiance of the entire Gu Realm suddenly contracted, then turned into an unprecedented silence.

A thousand miles of land, a vast sky, all returned to silence.
"Om-"

Suddenly, a strange sound came, and the entire light screen was instantly filled with black mist, and no light or shadow could be seen anymore.

This sudden and bizarre turn of events immediately caused the Soul Clan crowd watching to gasp in surprise, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"That's... a fighting technique?"

"There's no mistake, that move earlier must have been Young Master Hunfeng's trump card. He was already suppressed by Miss Ruoruo and had no choice but to use his trump card first!"

"Even Young Master Hunfeng was forced to use his trump card first. Could it be that the winner this time will really be Miss Ruoruo? How old is she?" "Heh heh, how could you possibly fathom Miss Ruoruo's strength? For her, the slight age difference is enough to crush her in an instant!"

Hearing the black-robed monster's shout, everyone in the arena was infected by it, and they all stood up and shouted Hun Ruoruo's name, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

However, in stark contrast to the cheers from the audience, the elders in the stands all wore expressions of doubt and furrowed their brows.

As a separate small world, and one that was transformed from the former Imperial Realm, the Guiyi Zhong's internal space is naturally impossible to be sensed by the outside world. Even a powerful Dou Sheng can only observe the internal situation through a light screen.

The previous scene, which seemed to give Hun Ruoruo the upper hand, had an inexplicable strangeness about it.

"Something's wrong."

The old doctor spoke first.

At this moment, his expression was solemn, and his holy aura flickered. When he raised his palm, he found that there were fine beads of sweat on his hand.

Hun Miesheng, who was standing next to him, raised an eyebrow and whispered, "What did the apothecary see?"

If it were someone else, they would probably just think that Yao Lao had just entered the Dou Sheng realm and his foundation was not yet stable, but based on Hun Miesheng's understanding of him, he would naturally not underestimate him in the slightest.

The old apothecary's eyes flickered slightly, and he shook his head: "I am not one of those clan elders or great powers. I do not have such high cultivation and vision, so naturally I cannot see anything."

Upon hearing this, Hun Miesheng gave a bitter smile. He was about to offer some words of comfort when he heard Yao Lao murmur, word by word, "But I am uneasy."

Hun Miesheng was stunned.

“My little disciple has suffered half his life, wandering from place to place. Since he began his cultivation, he has never let his guard down for a moment. Even I, at the beginning, regarded him as an enemy.”

For some reason, the old doctor's eyes were glazed over. He clenched his sweaty palms and muttered, "Her achievements today are not due to her status, but because she has walked through hardships and faced life and death. People envy her, but they don't know that if it were someone else, they would probably not have been able to go through this."

At this moment, there was no powerful ninth-grade alchemist here, nor a mighty fighting saint who looked down on all others; there was only an old man who cared about his disciple.

He suppressed all his holy might and will, his pale golden wise eyes fixed on the light screen in the sky, and said, word by word, "It was not fate that chose her, but she who chose fate."

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In an instant, Hun Miesheng's silent and indifferent heart, for some unknown reason, suddenly skipped a beat.

His pupils contracted repeatedly, filled with surprise and bewilderment, and a sudden sense of absurdity arose within him.

He discovered that he could actually sense the other person's emotions.

For the Soul Clan, having expectations is the most foolish thing to do. People will only hope for success and will not have any unrealistic fantasies.

That's wishful thinking, and even more so, a sin.

After a long silence, Hun Miesheng's lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly spoke with difficulty, uttering words that even he himself could not believe—

"I hope that you are safe and sound, Miss."

"This is auspicious advice from the Lord of the Hall of Annihilation."

Upon hearing this, the old doctor smiled kindly, finally revealing a hint of agreement.

Influence and control over the Soul Clan—this is a unique charm belonging to the young girl.

No one can replace him.

"All is well?"

Hun Yuantian tucked a few strands of hair under his chin and couldn't help but chuckle: "That brat Miesheng, when did he become so pathetic that he's actually thinking of praying to gods and Buddhas?"

"I think he's been in Zhongzhou for too long and has forgotten his roots."

"hehe."

Upon hearing this, Void Devouring Flame suddenly laughed and slowly said, "What does faith have to do with gods and Buddhas?"

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Upon hearing the Void Devouring Flame speak, Hun Yuantian's expression subtly changed, and his heart tightened slightly.

As the partner who collaborated with him in performing the secret technique, Void Devouring Flame is very likely, and the only one, to be able to see through Soul Wind's methods.

In such circumstances, even the slightest flaw could potentially lead to catastrophic consequences.

"What do you think?" Void Devouring Flame suddenly looked up at the sky and asked lazily.

The sky was cloudless and unchanging, without even a ripple.

It's as if everything else is nothing more than ants.

Hun Yuantian frowned, puzzled. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Lord Xu Wu, what do you mean?"

However, he was interrupted as soon as he finished speaking.

But then he heard Void Devouring Flame wave his hand casually, saying listlessly, "Never mind, never mind, if there's no reply, there's no need to reply."

"..." Hun Yuantian was taken aback, finding it difficult to fathom the other party's intentions.

Just as he was frowning and deep in thought, Void Devouring Flame suddenly jumped up from his seat, squatted down on the seat, and said with a smile, "Hey, old man Yuan Tian."

It slowly raised its palm, and a ball of deep, dark ghostly fire appeared in the center of its palm.

"What bet? Is it too late for me to place a bet now?"

(End of this chapter)