Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 838 The True Colors of a Demoness!

Yao Xingji died just like that.

From his eloquent speech to his death, the entire process took only a few breaths. He didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy before he turned into a twisted corpse, his soul annihilated into dust.

"Squeak!"

A strange, rat-like squeak rang out, and Yao Xingji's body convulsed before suddenly exploding from his chest cavity. A dark, indistinct object shot out, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pounding heart!

Such a bizarre scene immediately made the white-robed young man's hair stand on end, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as if he were suffocating.

As a prodigy of the Medicine Clan, he has lived a life of luxury since birth, and apart from a few descendants who were beaten to death when he failed in alchemy, he has almost never seen blood.

The extremely bizarre manner of Yao Xing's death was undoubtedly the bloodiest and most despairing scene he had ever witnessed in his life.
"Tsk, tsk."

Raising her hand to pick up the still-beating heart, Hun Ruoruo's lips curled into a half-smile, and she said, "I never expected that Yao Xingji, a cripple who burned his bloodline, could still extract such considerable bloodline and supernatural abilities."

"I wonder what changes will occur if I, a member of the Soul Clan, were to devour the ancestor of your Medicine Clan?"

The languid voice, still lingering with enjoyment, rang out, instantly causing the white-clad man's expression to change drastically.

"You...you can devour the divine powers of my Medicine Clan?"

He trembled and shouted fiercely, "What exactly is your relationship with the Devouring Spirit Clan?!"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo was unusually surprised, but after a moment she understood and said with a strange smile, "I didn't expect that the ancient clan didn't even inform you of this kind of information. It seems that this so-called Medicine Ancient Alliance is somewhat undeserving of its name."

Unlike other races, the Soul Clan's supernatural abilities are not simply about increasing or changing one's cultivation level, but rather about the origin of the soul.

The soul is the foundation of one's existence.

Combat skills, supernatural powers, and even the consciousness of cultivators are all products engraved on the soul. Therefore, devouring a soul is essentially depriving the other party of their origin!

The Soul Emperor's imitation of the Heavenly Dao was not merely a simple imitation, but rather an attempt to replace it and transform it into the will of the world!
In this respect, the Soul Clan and the Devouring Spirit Clan are indeed of the same mind.

It's no wonder that Void Devouring Flame chose the Soul Clan as its sole partner, even at the cost of being suppressed by the Soul Emperor.
It didn't have a choice to begin with.

The only race capable of devouring and plundering the bloodlines of others is the Soul Clan.

As the thick fog dissipated, Xiao Yan and his companions quickly appeared beside Hun Ruoruo. After glancing at the scene, they immediately understood what had happened.

"Ruoruo."

Xiao Yan took the lead and went forward, while Hun Yu and the others quietly stayed where they were, looking at the Medicine Clan disciple who was slumped on the ground with the expression of a cat playing with a mouse.

At this moment, among the six people on the field, even the weakest in terms of overall strength, Mo Yu, possessed a terrifying cultivation level of nine stars, enough to easily kill all the geniuses except for the ancient clans.

This is not the first level of the Heavenly Tomb at all; it is clearly the Demon Cave of the Soul Palace!
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Seeing the terrifying aura of despair emanating from the crowd, the white-robed young man's lips twitched slightly, and then, as if giving up all resistance, he said in a trembling voice, "Kill me."

After saying that, he closed his eyes tightly.

This scene immediately caused Xiao Yan, who had just arrived, to raise an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Logically speaking, members of these high-ranking clans are usually the most cowardly and afraid of death, and it is truly rare for someone like him to openly seek death.

In his memory, there seemed to be only the medicine clan elders of the Pill Society and the tragically deceased Yao Xingji before him.

Although the Medicine Clan is indeed arrogant and conceited, their integrity is truly commendable.

Unfortunately.
He glanced to the side and saw that the blue-haired girl holding the heart had somehow revealed a playful smile.

"Do you think that after we leave the Heavenly Tomb, your Medicine Clan elders will take the initiative to avenge you two?"

Upon hearing this, the young man in white suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with horror.

"Let me guess, the only bargaining chip that could make those hypocritical old fogies succumb to temptation is probably their clan's most prized possession."

After saying that, Hun Ruoruo bent down, dug open Yao Xingji's dantian, and took out a ball of divine flame wrapped in a soul imprint.

It was none other than the Nine Nether Wind Flame.

“This is it, isn’t it?” she said with a smile. “You…you…”

Gazing at the girl's dreamlike and exquisitely beautiful face, the white-robed young man felt a chill in his heart, as if he were witnessing a demon emerging from the abyss.

"How could this be? How could you know that the strange fire didn't belong to Yao Xingji?!"

He roared as if he had gone mad, "It was Yao Xingji! That cripple must have leaked the information! He's the one who ruined me!"

"ridiculous."

Xiao Yan shook his head, his expression indifferent: "As an alchemist, if you can't even distinguish the master of flames, there's no need to further tarnish your master's reputation."

Back at the Pill Gathering, he had already realized that Yao Xingji's mastery of the strange fire was completely amateurish.

Otherwise, given that the Nine Nether Wind Flame ranked tenth, even if it couldn't withstand the fusion of many different flames from the Burning Technique, it would never have been defeated so quickly.

Clearly, the Nine Nether Wind Flame has another master!
Perhaps it was for this reason that Hun Ruoruo did not choose to take the other party's life, but waited until today.
"If the soul fluctuations of someone in the late stage of the Heavenly Realm were to be dealt with quietly in the outside world, it would probably require a considerable price to pay."

Hun Ruoruo narrowed her eyes slightly, and the next moment, a strange pattern flashing with a deep black light quietly lit up from between her smooth eyebrows, with ten colors appearing, seemingly both holy and evil.

"Ten divine-grade items?!"

Upon seeing this, the young man in white felt his scalp tingle and his mind went completely blank.

Beside the girl, in the center of Xiao Yan's palm, a black-gold flame also lit up, as deep and eerie as a black hole.

Under the dazzling double black light, the Nine Nether Wind Flame, which was originally enveloped by the holy thought, melted away as quickly as ice and snow. Then, as if it had been assimilated, it was stained with a deep black light. Only the source struggled frantically like a moth drawn to a flame.

"You, you guys."

The white-robed young man's face was ashen, and he roared to the sky in grief, "Even if I die, the ancestors of the Medicine Clan in the Heavenly Tomb cannot turn a blind eye. You will never be able to set foot on that third level!!"

"Although Elder Wanhuo's divine sense has been extinguished, the ancient clan's council of elders is destined not to let you go. The day you emerge from the Heavenly Tomb, I will be waiting for you in hell—"

Before he could finish speaking, the white-robed young man's throat suddenly twitched, and then with a "whoosh," he spat out a spinning heart, just like a medicinal star.

Upon seeing the pounding heart, the white-robed young man trembled violently, stammered, and soon his neck lolled to the side, and he fell completely silent.

"As for last words, just leave one sentence."

Hun Ruoruo casually picked up the two hearts that had rolled to the ground, held them in her hands, and flaunted them at Xiao Yan, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons: "The usual?"

"The spoils are yours, the strange fire is mine?"

Xiao Yan touched his nose, and for some reason, he said somewhat shyly, "Although it's an equal split, I still feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"whee."

Hun Ruoruo suddenly crashed into Xiao Yan's arms. She tilted her head back, her face turned to the side, her beautiful face stained with blood, her eyes sparkling: "Since that's the case, you can have the cheap stuff, and I'll take my husband, how about that?"

Upon seeing the girl's sudden and bold move, Xiao Yan's eyes widened in shock. Even Mo Yu and the others who were waiting in the distance were dumbfounded, their jaws seemingly dropping to the ground.

However, the next moment, without any warning, the four of them suddenly turned around, blocking out even their soul perception, as if they were indifferent to worldly affairs.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yan finally couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and couldn't help but speak, "Ruo Ruo, you..."

"What, is my husband moved by my words?"

Hun Ruoruo turned her head away, the pink blush spreading all the way to her neck, so beautiful it was hard to look directly at her.

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"Are you wiping the blood off your hands with my clothes?" Xiao Yan suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"Tsk." Hun Ruoruo's gaze shifted, and the tender affection on her face vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yan's fists clenched, and veins bulged on his forehead: "You vixen, you really have ill intentions!!"

(End of this chapter)