Gu Changqing's face was dark with disbelief. Looking at his two completely lost teammates beside him, the corners of his mouth twitched madly.
These two were beyond saving.
Midair.
The moment the pink mist spread, Sima Gui shot backward, putting plenty of distance between himself and that area.
This wicked art made no distinction between friend and foe, devouring essence and qi indiscriminately.
He pulled out a healing pill, popped it into his mouth, and licked his dry lips, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on his “prey.”
...
“Bang!”
A heavy thud echoed.
Jiang Ye delivered another basic attack sweep, launching Sima Zhao meters away like a hit baseball.
Sima Zhao slammed into the ground and coughed up a huge mouthful of blood. His right hand, still clutching the spear, limply dangled.
It was clearly broken.
He glared intensely at Jiang Ye, roaring wildly in his heart:
“What kind of wild great demon's bloodline does this woman have?! How is she this strong?!”
Right at that moment, Sima Zhao sharply noticed that Jiang Ye's movements had slowed down.
His 【Yin-Yang Ultimate Bliss Illusion Realm】 had taken effect!
The pink mist tumbled.
The vision before Jiang Ye's eyes began to distort.
A muscular man wearing only a sheer veil appeared before him.
It was a handsome hunk slathered in bronze oil, with bulging muscles and a perfect eight-pack of abs.
He strode toward Jiang Ye with an extremely flamboyant strut.
As the hunky guy walked, he tore off the sheer veil covering his upper body, leaving only a pair of briefs. He even blew an extremely greasy wink at Jiang Ye, deliberately flexing his pecs and striking an eye-searing, seductive pose.
Jiang Ye froze.
The next second, his face turned completely green.
His stomach churned violently, and an inexplicable rage surged straight to his crown!
“Holy shit!”
“I'm a 100% pure guy! Showing me this garbage—what kind of test is this supposed to be?!”
Then, as if realizing something, he couldn't help but tease in his mind:
“Yo, Xiao Bai, I didn't realize you were into this type?”
Bai Zhirou quickly said:
“I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!”
She fired off the classic triple denial right away.
In the time it took to exchange those few words, the muscular man opposite him hooked his hands onto the edge of his remaining briefs, preparing to pull them down.
Jiang Ye couldn't take it anymore—this was pure mental pollution!
In the distance.
Sima Zhao looked at the young girl standing frozen in place, filled with wild joy.
She took the bait! As long as lust was awakened, even an immortal would be drained dry!
But in the next second, his ecstasy froze on his face.
The girl, who had been standing dazed a moment ago, suddenly raised her pitch-black greatsword, a piercing killing intent bursting from her body.
Over a dozen violent sword qi arcs tore through the pink mist and howled forth!
The girl glared intently at him with a murderous gaze that looked ready to devour him alive.
Sima Zhao shivered in fright.
“What's going on? Does she not like this type?”
“If you don't like it, I can change it for you!”
Before he could figure it out, an exaggeratedly massive golden sword crashed down right above his head!
【Sword Cleaving Mountains and Rivers】
Heavily injured, Sima Zhao's speed was greatly reduced.
He could only desperately twist his body, barely avoiding his vital spots.
“Splurt!”
The greatsword grazed past his right arm, and the violent sword qi instantly minced his entire arm into a bloody pulp.
“Aaaaaah!”
Sima Zhao clutched the stump of his severed arm, issuing a bloodcurdling scream.
His eyes bulged as he stared at the girl opposite him, who looked completely unharmed and unfazed.
What kind of monster was this?! Leaving aside her unreasonable strength, why were her sword techniques so terrifying too?! And why wasn't she affected by the illusion at all?!
Jiang Ye exhaled deeply, suppressing the nausea churning in his stomach, and prepared to move in to finish him off.
“Hehehe...”
Sima Zhao, who had been screaming in agony a second ago, suddenly let out a spine-chilling, eerie laugh.
A thick crimson light flared around his entire body, and wisps of materialized blood qi surged toward him from all directions.
Jiang Ye looked back.
He saw Monk Du'e frantically humping the pillar, his eye sockets sunken and face deathly pale, looking as if he had taken off a dozen times overnight, completely drained.
Next to him, Niulaiwa was even more ridiculous, lying flat on the ground and performing indescribable movements against the earth.
As for Gu Changqing and the others, they were sitting cross-legged in meditation, desperately resisting the illusion. Though wisps of blood qi drifted from them as well...
...the blood qi emanating from that “crouching dragon and hidden phoenix” duo formed two thick, towering pillars of crimson fog.
Comparing the two was like comparing a candle flame to a bonfire.
Jiang Ye cursed under his breath:
“What the hell is inside those two idiots' heads? Their health bars are about to be sucked dry, and they're still in heat!”
Boundless vital blood energy continuously gathered into Sima Zhao's body.
The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the arm that had been pulverized into pulp began regrowing bones and flesh amidst the crimson light!
His aura, rather than weakening, surged higher, faintly breaking past its previous limit.
Feeling the abundant power filling his body, Sima Zhao laughed wildly:
“With this secret Yin-Yang technique of mine, as long as I am nourished by lust-filled essence blood, my injuries will fully recover endlessly!”
“You are a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator! How can you possibly outlast me?!”
Looking at his smug, “you can't kill me” face, Jiang Ye stopped in his tracks.
He held the greatsword in one hand at his side, the corner of his mouth curving into a playful arc:
“What a coincidence.”
“I just learned a new skill recently, perfect for testing out on you.”
Jiang Ye took a deep breath, no longer suppressing himself.
A tyrannical sword intent, like something crawling out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, exploded outward!
【Killing Sword Intent】!
Dark crimson blood-light instantly coiled around the pitch-black greatsword like a living thing.
Imbued within this sword intent was pure destruction and desolation. Anyone wounded by it would have the lingering sword intent remain in their wound, completely severing all vitality.
“Playing tricks! Die!”
Sima Zhao roared angrily. Carrying his peak true qi, he raised his spear and unleashed a storm of spear phantoms, thrusting straight toward him.
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”
The dense metallic clangs exploded once more.
His eyes blood-red, Sima Zhao roared in despair:
“What the hell kind of monster are you?!”
The moment the words left his mouth, his body froze violently.
Jiang Ye had triggered the forced stagger from a Perfect Parry!
The greatsword swept out with a dark red trail behind it.
“Bang!”
Both of Sima Zhao's forearms instantly exploded into a mist of blood!
“Aaaaaah!”
He screamed and retreated wildly, but there was no panic in his eyes—only a flash of ferocity.
“Heal me!”
He frantically channeled the immense essence energy within his body, surging a massive wave of vital blood toward his severed forearms.
However, in the next second...
The smugness on his face completely froze.
The moment the vital blood touched the stumps of his arms, it was like boiling water poured over red-hot iron, producing a harsh, sizzling corrosion noise!
The dark red sword intent lingering on the wounds acted like maggots on a bone, mercilessly annihilating every trace of vitality attempting to heal!
Not only did the wounds fail to heal, but blood spurted out like a geyser instead!
“No... This is impossible! Why won't it heal?! What kind of evil sword intent is this?!”
Sima Zhao panicked completely, frantically channeling true qi in an attempt to purge the sword intent.
But even after exhausting all his strength, he only managed to erase a tiny wisp. The wounds on his arms continued to rapidly deteriorate!
Jiang Ye's eyes lit up.
Because right above Sima Zhao's head, a flashing red cross target had appeared.
The Execution threshold had been reached!
Jiang Ye stepped forward quickly.
Under Sima Zhao's terrified gaze, he tossed the thirty-thousand-jin greatsword high into the air.
Then, he turned around, faced away from Sima Zhao, and spread his hands wide.
Sima Zhao's eyes nearly split open. He discovered his body was pinned in place by an invisible force once again, unable to budge an inch, forced to watch the young girl perform acrobatics in front of him.
Jiang Ye leisurely caught the falling greatsword, gripping the hilt with a reverse grip.
Driving with his waist, he swung his arms in a wide, powerful arc. Utilizing the momentum of his spin, the greatsword slammed viciously toward Sima Zhao's head!
“Bang!”
A dull squelch boomed, sounding like a rotten watermelon bursting open.
Sima Zhao was instantly left utterly headless—quite literally, as his head had run away from home.
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