Are you laughing at me for not having a mecha? But I am the king of mechas!

Chapter 141 The Three Stages of the Killing Intent Secret Technique!

It's noon.

Zhou Luo asked the chef of the Asura clan for a serving of Blood Spirit Chicken Broth, and squeezed through the door to enter the room, carrying the broth in both hands.

Looking up, I saw that Liu Qingxue was still asleep in bed, but her rapid breathing and trembling eyelashes betrayed her.

"That last night."

Just as Zhou Luo opened his mouth, Liu Qingxue, who had been pretending to be asleep, suddenly opened her eyes. Her gaze towards Zhou Luo was somewhat evasive. "It's all your fault. You came to the wrong room."

Zhou Luo's lips twitched slightly, and he asked uncertainly, "Really?"

Liu Qingxue shyly hid under the covers and nodded gently: "I probably don't know."

Zhou Luo stopped dwelling on the issue; since they had given it away for free, what else could he say?

Zhou Luo carried the chicken soup to the bedside and helped Liu Qingxue up with one hand. Her body was very soft and her skin was very smooth. She did not resist and lay down in Zhou Luo's arms.

"This Blood Spirit Chicken Soup is a specialty of Shura City; it's good for replenishing qi and blood." A few glistening Blood Spirit Mushrooms floated on the blood-red surface of the soup, and the rising steam carried a faint medicinal aroma.

The medicinal aroma is sweet and pleasant, without any pungent smell.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingxue raised her exquisite face, her pale complexion regaining some color from the steam.

Her long eyelashes still held wet tears as she deliberately turned her head and hummed softly, "I'm too weak, you feed me."

After saying that, she slightly parted her pale lips, revealing a small, pink tip of her tongue.

With a doting smile on his lips, Zhou Luo gently fed Liu Qingxue with a spoon.

Soon, Liu Qingxue finished the large bowl of Blood Spirit Chicken Soup, while Zhou Luo still had a huge chicken leg dangling from his mouth.

After a night of tossing and turning, Liu Qingxue's face turned rosy under the warm broth, and her perfectly toned belly began to swell slightly.

The effect was exactly as the chef had described—absolutely fantastic.

Looking at the empty bowl, Liu Qingxue felt a pang of disappointment.

How could it be gone so quickly? She wanted to stay in Zhou Luo's arms forever, enjoying this warm feeling.

"The gluttonous girl is gone."

Zhou Luo reached out and wiped the remaining soup from the corner of Liu Qingxue's mouth with his finger.

Her cheeks flushed, her soft body curled up, her hands gripping the blanket tightly, like a kitten with only her eyes showing.

"Alright, alright, get out of here. I need to put on my armor. I still have many secret realms to conquer."

"You're my woman now, so why can't I look at you? I'm not leaving!"

"oops!"

Zhou Luo flipped over like a crocodile and scooped Liu Qingxue up with him, then crawled into the covers. The two wrestled and played around on the bed for a while.

Liu Qingxue had no choice but to get up, change her clothes, and then put on her sixth-grade top-quality battle armor. Once she put on the armor, Liu Qingxue's temperament returned to that of the icy goddess she had before.

"How are you? Can you still fight?" Zhou Luo asked, hugging Liu Qingxue from behind.

"You have the nerve to say that? Someone was like a monster last night."

"Then, how about we..."

"No!" Liu Qingxue trembled slightly, like a frightened kitten, but fearing Zhou Luo's anger, she quickly added, "At least... not now."

"Haha, I was just kidding, teasing you. From now on, call me Brother Luo, understand?"

"Be careful in the secret realm, I need to rest for a while."

It was only then that Liu Qingxue noticed that Zhou Luo's complexion was also very poor. She sensed that Zhou Luo's spiritual power was very weak, with less than 10% remaining.

"Brother Luo, how could your mental energy be so depleted?!" Overdrafting mental energy can cause one to be unconscious for seven to half a month at best, and at worst, one may never wake up and become a vegetable.

"It's nothing, it's just from practicing the Rakshasa City Lord's secret technique. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"Then I won't go to any secret realms, I'll go with you."

Liu quickly put away her armor, then darted into bed, leaving only her slightly shy eyes showing.

Seeing this, Zhou Luo also lay down and hugged the soft Liu Qingxue. He smelled the jasmine fragrance on Liu Qingxue's body and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Liu Qingxue, with a happy smile on her lips, fell into a deep sleep.

evening.

Zhou Luo arrived at the summit of Asura once again, only to find Rakshasa already waiting there, as if he had known all along that Zhou Luo would come at this time.

"Is it the cultivation of the aura of intent, or the method of controlling killing intent?" Rakshasa's deep, slightly hoarse voice rang out, a voice perfectly suited to a powerful figure who loved bloodshed.

"The aura of artistic conception needs time to accumulate. I have memorized the route left by the teacher, and I only need time to complete it."

"So I want to cultivate the killing intent control method first."

Upon hearing Zhou Luo call him "teacher," Luo Sha smiled, clearly in a good mood.

Have you seen the secret technique?

"To be honest, I haven't had time to do that yet."

Zhou Luo had only just obtained the secret technique that evening when he was subjected to a barrage of attacks from Liu Qingxue. He then spent the morning practicing the Intent Secret Technique and the afternoon recovering his mental energy. He truly had no time to study the secret technique.

"That's true. If you had a killing clone, you could manage both."

During the conversation, Rakshasa unconsciously made a Versailles-like gesture.

He's having a very easy time being the city lord now. He's left the affairs of Shura City to Luo Xiu, and he doesn't need to worry about the clan's affairs with the First Elder and Second Elder.

He's currently either cultivating or contemplating life, and every night he can absorb a wave of Luo Xiu's cultivation insights.

It can be said that they completely drained Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu: You're so aloof, so impressive.

"Alright, now I'll tell you about the secret technique for controlling killing intent. The secret technique for controlling killing intent is divided into three stages."

"Phase One! Intimidation through Killing Intent!"

A blinding red light burst forth from the Rakshasa's blood-red eyes, followed by a surge of powerful, milky-white killing intent that rippled outwards like a shockwave.

In an instant, dust flew up and gravel trembled.

Zhou Luo, who was the first to be hit, was startled. Before he could react, the killing intent swept over him, and the icy hand formed by the killing intent tightly gripped his heart. In that instant, his whole body went cold, and Zhou Luo could feel the breath of death.

If Zhou Luo hadn't sensed that Rakshasa meant no harm, he would have summoned all the motorcycle warriors.

In Zhou Luo's eyes, a tall figure had appeared behind Rakshasa at some unknown time. This figure looked exactly like Rakshasa, except that it was formed from killing intent.

"Second stage: Protect yourself with killing intent!"

The immense killing intent instantly coalesced under Rakshasa's control, and an armor formed from the killing intent was placed on Rakshasa's body.

Although Zhou Luo didn't know how defensive this killing intent armor was, it certainly looked formidable.

"Third stage, condensing killing intent into matter!"

As Rakshasa's thoughts surged, a pair of murderous wings appeared on his back, and Rakshasa took flight. Then, a broad sword of slaughter appeared in his hands.

Like a messenger of the god of death, he exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression!
(End of this chapter)