His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu keenly sensed the killing intent. Her eyes flashed, and she suddenly abandoned the dark figure on this side, turning directly towards the blue-eyed man.

Solve the problem at its root.

The blue-eyed man was leisurely watching them being entangled in a fight with the shadowy figures, completely ignoring Mo Sangyu beside Feng Xingyu.

Seeing her suddenly attack him, he first raised an eyebrow, then a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips.

Overestimating one's abilities.

Chu Canglan: "Anyone who dares to underestimate her is in for a world of trouble."

Silver Moon glanced at him: "Why do you sound like you've had bad luck too?"

harm.

Chu Canglan pulled her to sit down in a nearby pavilion: "Why are you talking about other people and dragging me into this? Besides, how could someone as capable as me be unlucky? Yue'er, you have to believe me... I'm not as stupid as him."

Silver Moon smiled without saying a word.

Here, the blue-eyed man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze lazily falling on Mo Sangyu who was rushing towards him.

One second he was contemptuous and disdainful, the next he suddenly changed his expression.

Oh shit!

How could it be so fast?

Mo Sangyu's speed was beyond his imagination.

In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of him.

He clearly saw a wicked smile on the woman's face, and a familiar excitement in her eyes.

Looks like we're kindred spirits.

However, before he could finish his thought, the gleaming ice blade suddenly magnified in his blue eyes.

His body suddenly leaned back, and he stumbled back several steps.

A strand of hair slowly drifted down from beside his ear.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, his fingertips brushing against a faint bloodstain.

is blood.

For so many years, no one has ever been able to get close to him, let alone hurt him.

A hint of surprise flashed across the blue-eyed man's eyes.

He cursed under his breath, abandoning his playful mood, and looked at Mo Sangyu with the curiosity of someone who had discovered something new, asking, "What's your relationship to him?"

Mo Sangyu tilted her head but did not answer.

She wasn't very satisfied.

That last cut could have easily slit his throat.

Unfortunately, she underestimated his unpredictable dodging speed and only suffered minor injuries.

However, judging from his question, it's clear that this person doesn't know much about her and Feng Xingyu. So, why is he targeting Feng Xingyu?

Mo Sangyu said, "Guess?"

After saying that, he flashed and attacked him again.

"Again?"

A flash of ferocity appeared in the blue-eyed man's eyes, and he suddenly retreated several feet.

He raised his hand and waved it, and two more black shadows shot out from his sleeve.

This time, it was completely different from the previous ones.

The ground trembled the moment the two dark figures landed.

They were both completely black, but their figures were nearly half again as tall as the previous ones, with muscles that were as bulging as the roots of an old tree.

Their skin was no longer simply dark, but had an eerie metallic sheen, as if it were wrapped in a thin layer of black iron.

What's most terrifying are their eyes.

The previous shadowy figures had empty eye sockets, but these two had eerie green flames burning in their eye sockets.

As the flames flickered, they seemed to be alive, staring intently at Mo Sangyu.

"roar!"

The one on the left let out a low roar, the sound unlike a human voice, more like a ferocious beast trapped in an abyss.

He slammed his fist into the ground.

With a loud bang.

The blue bricks shattered, and rubble flew everywhere. A three-foot-square pit appeared on the ground, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web, all the way to the feet of Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu leaped into the air.

The other one also moved, its tall figure moving with ghostly speed, throwing a punch at the spot where Mo Sangyu had landed.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed and made to explode.

Mo Sangyu was in mid-air, with nowhere to grab onto, and the punch was about to hit her.

A deep blue light condensed in front of her, conjuring a transparent barrier out of thin air.

The fist slammed into the barrier, producing a dull thud.

A surge of air propelled Mo Sangyu, who used the momentum to flip in mid-air and land steadily on the ground.

She glanced coldly at the two dark figures.

Clearly, this is an upgraded version of... a puppet.

This blue-eyed man is a puppeteer.

Unexpectedly, there are still people practicing such evil arts in the Nine Nether Continent. What is his relationship with Feng Xingyu's mother?

No matter what, this guy must know something about Yun Wangshu. We can't kill him; we have to capture him alive.

The blue-eyed man stood in the distance, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"This is a corpse puppet I meticulously crafted. It is impervious to blades and spears, and immune to water and fire. The dagger in your hand is useless against them."

His gaze toward Mo Sangyu held a hint of mockery.

"Girl, aren't you so good at fighting? Show me another one!"

Invulnerable to swords and spears, yet incompatible with water and fire?

That does sound a bit tricky.

However, it's not a big problem.

Mo Sangyu's red lips curved slightly: "Okay."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her right hand.

A deep blue light shone brightly from his palm, and something was taking shape within the light.

The blue-eyed man narrowed his eyes, trying to see what it was. As the thing slowly took shape, he was so shocked that his mouth dropped open.

What is that...?

It was very large, with a cold, hard metallic sheen, and an extremely bizarre shape.

The front end is a row of densely packed, sharp serrations, each blade gleaming with a chilling light.

There's a handle at the back, and above the handle is something that's buzzing and spinning at high speed.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The deafening roar was sharp and piercing, like the simultaneous flapping of wings of millions of venomous bees.

Mo Sangyu held the object high in one hand.

"Buzz!!!"

The speed suddenly soared, the saw teeth became so fast they were almost invisible, leaving only a blurry afterimage and a deafening roar.

She smiled and pushed the object forward.

"Come on, let me show you what real technology and ruthless skills are all about."

The blue-eyed man: "?"

Feng Xingyu had just severed the head of the last black figure when he turned around and saw this scene.

His heart skipped a beat.

What is that?

Chu Canglan, who was sitting in the pavilion, suddenly stood up.

Holy crap!

His eyes widened in disbelief: "This thing... I've seen this thing before!"

Silver Moon glanced at him: "You've seen him before?"

"I've seen it!" Chu Canglan's voice trembled with excitement. "It's this thing that cut through that heavy stone door."

Yinyue didn't ask any more questions. Her gaze fell on the buzzing object, and a thoughtful look flashed in her eyes.

It seems she's seen her before.

The blue-eyed man stared at the object for a moment, then frowned: "What kind of weapon is this?"

Is there really something in this world that he hasn't seen before?

Unfortunately, it was no use.

A disdainful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Fancy and frivolous."

Having said that, he pointed and said, "Tear her apart."

Upon hearing the command, the two corpse puppets activated simultaneously.

The one on the left punched Mo Sangyu in the face with a thunderous force, while the other flanked her from the side, his five fingers forming a claw as he aimed straight for her throat.

Feng Xingyu took a slight step forward, intending to go up and help, but then suddenly stopped and turned his gaze to the blue-eyed man.

There's no problem with Ayu.

Moreover, once this person is captured, the two towering giants should be able to be controlled.

Having learned from his previous experience, the blue-eyed man dared not underestimate Feng Xingyu again after realizing he was being targeted.

Although the inheritance within this kid is suppressed by the bloodline restriction, his own strength... must be admitted, is very strong.

Therefore, he must die.

On this side, Mo Sangyu advanced instead of retreating.

She ducked to avoid the punch from the left, then swung her chainsaw in a wide arc towards the waist and abdomen of the corpse puppet on the right.

The moment the serrated edge struck the metallic skin, a piercing screeching sound exploded, and sparks flew everywhere.

Upon seeing this, the blue-eyed man sneered.

See? No matter how powerful a weapon is, it's still the same...

However, the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

The corpse puppet's skin has been torn apart!

That supposedly impenetrable black iron shell was easily torn open like paper by the wildly spinning saw teeth.

With a flick of his wrist, Mo Sangyu pushed the chainsaw in.

The serrated edge sank into the corpse puppet's body, bringing out a spray of black liquid.

The liquid splashed onto the chainsaw, making a hissing sound.

Mo Sangyu glanced down and was quite satisfied.

"I forgot to tell you."

She looked up at the blue-eyed man, her smile deepening: "I've coated this saw blade with something good. Whether you're human or ghost, it'll corrode you into blood."

The blue-eyed man didn't believe it.

He looked over and saw that more and more black liquid was gushing out of the corpse puppet's body. Its body trembled violently, and after a few breaths, its tall body crashed to the ground.

After it fell to the ground, it turned into a pool of black pus at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, even the pus evaporated completely, leaving only a charred mark on the ground.

The blue-eyed man's face darkened completely: "This... how is this possible..."

The corpse puppet he spent three years crafting, a corpse puppet impervious to swords and spears, water and fire, just like that... gone?

Mo Sangyu didn't give him time to be shocked.

She picked up the chainsaw and turned to look at another corpse puppet.

Quick and accurate.

The serrated edge sliced ​​from the corpse puppet's abdomen all the way to its chest, creating a huge gash.

Black liquid gushed out, accompanied by a constant hissing sound of corrosion.

A few breaths later, the second corpse puppet also turned into a pool of black water and disappeared completely.

The courtyard was quiet.

A deathly silence.

The blue-eyed man stood at a distance, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

He glanced at the two charred marks on the ground, then at the buzzing weapon in Mo Sangyu's hand, and his lips trembled.

We can't beat them.

run!

The blue-eyed man turned around, ready to make a hasty escape.

He had just darted three zhang away when a dark figure descended from the sky and landed steadily in front of him.

Bloodshot eyes, a cold, sharp sword.

Feng Xingyu looked at him, a chilling smile curving his lips, his deep voice seeming to come from hell: "Where are you going?"

"Misunderstand."

The blue-eyed man glanced down at the sword at his neck, feigning composure: "Let's talk this out. I'll cooperate with whatever you want to know."

"very good."

Feng Xingyu's eyes narrowed, and he slammed the hilt of his sword heavily against the back of Feng Xingyu's neck.

The blue-eyed man rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself locked in an iron cage as thick as an arm, and he was completely powerless, unable to use any secret techniques or even muster any strength.

"woke up?"

Upon hearing the sound, the blue-eyed man calmly looked up.

Mo Sangyu leaned back in her chair, her hair slightly drooping, her skin as white as snow, and the red dot on her lips as vibrant as blood dipped in poison.

This woman was clearly very beautiful, but when she smiled, there was no warmth in her eyes, only a cold and indifferent amusement.

The look in those eyes wasn't gentle; it was the languor and ruthlessness of a predator, as if the person imprisoned before him wasn't a human being, but a plaything waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping block.

Slender, jade-like fingers gently tapped the armrest, once, then again.

The rhythm was neither too fast nor too slow, but like a heavy hammer striking his heart.

Beside her, Feng Xingyu stood with his hands behind his back.

His dark robes hung down like ink, his red eyes were slightly narrowed, and his gaze was so cold it could freeze one's bones.

His figure was as upright as a cold peak. Although he possessed a rare and stunning beauty, his aura was as deep as an abyss, freezing even the air around him.

When that gaze swept over, it carried no emotion whatsoever—no anger, no agitation, just a pure, indifferent watch as the prey struggled.

One person sits leaning against something, while another stands quietly.

She was clearly a stunningly beautiful woman, yet her aura, her gaze, and her innate sense of oppression... were even more sinister and terrifying than him, who cultivated the Yin and evil puppetry technique.

That kid is one thing, after all, he is...

But why are the women beside him so dangerous and terrifying?

The blue-eyed man's composure crumbled before they could even ask him a question.

What a bad start!

Not only did they fail to solve the problem, they also delivered themselves into a trap.

Today, even if it means death, I must not let them force me to reveal anything. Otherwise, if the Lord finds out, I will suffer a hundred times worse than death.

"Didn't we say we'd cooperate?"

Seeing the changing expression on his face, Mo Sangyu subtly threatened, "Tell me the truth, or die. Choose one."

Originally, they planned to find out the truth as quickly as possible before the main army arrived.

It means directly accessing his memories.

Unexpectedly, after knocking him unconscious, Mo Sangyu tried it and found that there was a defensive force in his sea of ​​consciousness. If she forcibly explored it, it would not only damage his brain, but Mo Sangyu would also be affected.

This can be seen.

The background of this blue-eyed man is truly extraordinary.

He... no longer belongs to the cultivation system of the Nine Nether Continent.

Therefore, the only way to find out the truth is to pry it out of him.

"I really don't want to die."

The blue-eyed man tried to regulate his breathing, appearing calm, but his mind was racing, trying to figure out how to fool these two people.

"But if you want to know something, you have to ask first. I don't know what to tell you."

Should I ask proactively?

That's okay too.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance. Feng Xingyu nodded slightly to her, indicating that she should ask the question.

"it is good."

She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment.

"My first question is, what is your relationship with Yun Wangshu?"

"..."

The blue-eyed man's expression changed slightly.

He thought she would ask why he killed them, and he had already prepared his answer, but she asked this instead...

Who is Yun Wangshu?

His eyes flickered slightly, but he calmly replied, "I don't know this person. Next question."

"Don't you recognize me?"

Feng Xingyu sneered, his voice chilling, "If I find out you're lying, I'll cut off both your hands."

"...I didn't lie."

"Back then, someone saw you go to the Cold Palace to see her. Are you sure you're not lying?"

The blue-eyed man's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Of course I'm sure. How about I tell you first why I want to kill...you?"

He looked at Feng Xingyu, trying to change the subject: "Because..."