[Fantasy] Gods and Demons Among Flowers (Complete) - 14

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Chapter Sixty-Seven: Springtime in the Bedchamber

"Lia, don't be sad anymore. Why are you so heartbroken over a scumbag like Feng Bote?" I comforted her.

"No, no, Feng Bote wasn't like this before. I don't know how he became like this!" Liya said, tears welling in her eyes.

"Lia, don't say such sad things. It's getting late. Let me take you back to your bedchamber." I pressed my hand to her red lips and whispered.

"Mmm." Liya blushed, let out a soft moan, and buried her face in my chest.

Soon I carried Liya back to her bedchamber. Liya was already fast asleep, her delicate eyelashes tightly closed, her nose fluttering as she breathed, the quilt exuding fragrance. And Liya's sleeping posture was truly unsightly. She was sleeping soundly when suddenly she turned over, rolled to the other side of the bed, and occasionally kicked off the quilt, revealing her fair and alluring legs. Sometimes she even sucked on her finger, making us quite embarrassed. Seeing Lina sleeping soundly, I couldn't resist running to the bedside, gently pulling my finger out of her mouth, and then, suppressing a laugh, bringing it to her lips. To my surprise, the little girl seemed oblivious, holding onto my finger tightly, first gently nibbling at it with her pearly teeth, then licking it with her delicate tongue, her expression just like a newborn baby learning to nurse—utterly adorable. Sometime later, Liya also came to my side, hugging my back and trembling. Not because of sadness, but because she had suddenly discovered how incredibly cute her younger sister was, completely unlike the somewhat mischievous and lively girl from earlier that day.

"Hehe, I didn't expect the mischievous little princess from earlier to be such a restless sleeper," Owen chuckled.

"Hmph, do you think you sleep much better than her? Sister Ya says you're a very restless sleeper!" Liya said meaningfully.

"Hehe, well, it's just a habit, just a habit!" I scratched the back of my head, grinning foolishly.

For a moment, the two of us were speechless. Seeing that everything was alright, I murmured softly, "Lia, it's getting late. It's inconvenient for me to stay here. You should rest. You don't need to see me off." With that, I started to walk towards the door.

"Honey, don't go. I'm a little scared. Will you stay with me?" Liya called softly from behind me.

"Isn't Lina supposed to be with you?" I turned around, asking in confusion.

"Lina's asleep. After that fright, I can't sleep at all. Will you sleep with me?" As I said the last sentence, she realized the implication, lowered her head, and blushed, looking at her bare feet.

"What? You want me to sleep with you!" I exclaimed in surprise. My voice, like a thunderclap in the quiet night, boomed loudly around us.

"Quiet down, speak softly! Aren't you afraid people will misunderstand?" Liya covered my mouth, complaining softly.

I brushed her slender hand aside, took it in mine, and, with a lecherous grin, whispered in her ear, "You're my wife now, what are you afraid of others misunderstanding?" As I spoke, I gently kissed her earlobe, making her blush.

"You shameless rascal! You always bully me, always thinking the wrong things. I don't know what I owed you in my past life that I have to repay you in this one!" Liya said playfully.

"My wife is the best, always watching over me!" I said, gently wrapping my arms around her waist.

"You're going to kill me! No way, tonight, to prevent you from causing trouble, you'll have to sleep on the edge of the bed!" Liya said mischievously.

"No way, wife, you want me to sleep on the floor?" I cried out helplessly.

"Go away, you're lucky you even have the floor to sleep on!" Liya retorted sharply, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Uh, okay, I'll go to sleep, I'll go to sleep!" With this "unequal" agreement signed, I reluctantly went to sleep. Despite this, I couldn't fall asleep at all while holding Lia, because Lia's sleeping posture was even more unbearable than Lina's—like sister, like sister. She said she wanted me to hold her until she fell asleep before going back to the floor, but once she was asleep, she clung to me like a koala, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, her alluring body constantly snuggling closer to me. And even then, she wasn't comfortable; she'd change positions whenever she felt something was wrong, and she'd occasionally reveal glimpses of her body to me—first a smooth, white thigh, then her ample breasts, arousing my blood and making my mouth water. And that wasn't all; as if testing whether I was a virtuous person, she tormented me in every way possible. Her full breasts would constantly rub against my chest, and her pert, round buttocks would occasionally brush against my sensitive areas, leaving me unable to move forward or backward, my belly burning with desire. But that's another story. It wasn't until she made the first move that my animalistic instincts were aroused. That girl, while sleeping, actually opened her red lips and kissed me. Knowing this was a rare opportunity, I naturally wouldn't let it pass, and I captured her lips. After kissing her, I felt a smooth, fragrant liquid seep down my throat and into my stomach, instantly making my mouth taste delicious. Then, that smooth, delicate tongue, like a playful little eel, darted around in my mouth, only settling down once I caught it. However, this girl seemed to know how to lure me in. Her delicate tongue intertwined with mine, fighting and retreating, unknowingly enticing me into her territory. But unexpectedly, just as I was happily entangled with it, this girl suddenly caught me like a turtle in a jar, biting down with her white teeth. In pain, I retreated from her territory, leaving my mouth full of the taste of blood.

"You little brat, you even bite me during a kiss! It hurts!" I yelled, flicking my tongue as I looked at the sleeping Liya.

Unfortunately, the sleeping Liya was oblivious. With a sudden burst of strength, she pulled me down by the neck and started kissing me again. My lustful nature made no attempt to learn from my previous mistake. With a "If I don't go to hell, who will?" attitude, I kissed Liya deeply. But perhaps my worries were a bit excessive; during our kiss, she didn't bite me again. Bold as ever, I couldn't care less. I pried open her teeth and began to entwine my tongue with hers. With our lips locked in a passionate embrace, I no longer cared whether she was asleep or not. I ruthlessly stripped her naked, even her bra and panties. Without clothes to cover her, Liya seemed quite shy. Her fair skin flushed, and she tried to cover her private parts with her hands, but unfortunately, her hands were limited, and she couldn't hide her exposed beauty. Snow-white skin, high and full breasts, a flat stomach, a brook flowing through the dark forest of her breasts like a morning dewdrop, long, jade-like legs, and a shy demeanor that was sometimes concealed and sometimes revealed—all these combined to create a perfect picture of Sleeping Beauty.

The naked Liya seemed to feel a chill, her white skin instinctively seeking warmth as she moved closer to me. Her long, slender hands impatiently climbed my neck, her delicate body constantly pressing against me, searching for the warmest spot. Seeing that Liya had willingly fallen into my trap, a wicked smile played on my lips as I kissed her slightly parted red lips, while my hands, unable to resist their own desire, climbed up her breasts. Soft, smooth, and large—that's how I felt about her breasts. I kneaded her jade-like breasts in my hands, and naturally, I wouldn't overlook the purple pearl atop them. My fingers gently caressed it, and soon the pearl hardened. At that moment, Liya's moans told me she was aroused. Touching her lower body, I found her vagina flowing freely, confirming my guess. I laid Liya flat on the bed, took off my clothes, and pounced on her like a tiger. My mouth was already on the erect pearl, my teeth gently biting and caressing it. Currents of electricity coursed through her nipples, making her moan incessantly, a tingling sensation washing over her. Feeling the time was right, I thrust into her.

"It hurts!" Liya was awakened by a sharp pain, and a trickle of blood flowed down her cleavage onto the sheets.

Hearing her soft moan, I immediately stopped, looked into her eyes, and whispered in her ear, "Wife, bear with it, it'll feel better soon."

"You jerk, you even bully me when I'm sleeping!" Liya shouted, lightly punching my chest. The swinging of her fists immediately aggravated the pain in her lower body, her face turned pale, and her hands fell limp.

Seeing Liya's sudden change in expression, I immediately kissed her slightly swollen red lips, my hands already caressing her breasts, kneading them to alleviate the pain in her lower body. This tactic always worked; under my double assault, Liya's eyes became glazed, her clear eyes filled with a layer of mist, and her small mouth occasionally uttered "woo-woo" sounds. Her naked body clung to me like a water snake, her entire body constantly pressing against me, as if trying to melt into my body. Realizing that enough time had passed, I gently thrust, feeling no pain from Liya, and immediately began to penetrate her vigorously, sharing a passionate lovemaking experience with her. With a roar, I deeply entered Liya's body, ejaculating my essence, and Liya simultaneously reached her climax, releasing a stream of vaginal fluid before falling into a deep sleep.

My first time was already this exhausting; I wasn't even satisfied yet. I had originally intended to continue, but considering how unsatisfactory Liya's first time had been, I figured she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for days if we did it again. Reluctantly, I climbed off her. But as soon as I lay down, a hot body pressed against me. I turned around and saw it was Lina. She was burning hot and completely naked; she was definitely aroused by our earlier encounter. Actually, Lina had woken up while we were kissing. In her sleep, she heard a groan beside her and initially thought her sister was ill, but upon closer listening, it didn't seem like it. Moreover, she heard a man's heavy voice beside her, and she knew her sister and husband were doing *that*. The heavy breathing and soft moans intermittently reached her ears, their intertwining and pounding against her heart, making her heart pound uncontrollably. The vibrations on the bed and the primal sounds also unconsciously affected her. Her breathing became heavy, her body burning hot. She had stripped off all her clothes; she felt a fire burning inside her, a need for release. So, as soon as I got off Lia, she immediately pressed herself against me.

"Lina, what's wrong? Huh? Why aren't you dressed?" I exclaimed in surprise. I hadn't expected the noise we made to affect her. Her face was flushed; she was clearly aroused. In

her arousal, Lina didn't care about anything else, clinging to me like an octopus. Her slightly parted cherry lips immediately pressed against mine, and we kissed awkwardly. Being attacked by a woman wasn't my forte. To adjust the dynamic, I rolled over and pinned Lina down, kissing her lips deeply. My tongue swirled in her mouth, and her sweet saliva flowed into my mouth, sliding down to my stomach, instantly giving me a surge of pleasure. A pair of lustful hands had already unceremoniously grabbed those heaving breasts. "Wow, they're huge! They're comparable to Vivian's," I thought to myself. But

now was no time for admiration. My hands grasped those jade-like breasts, kneading and shaping them. I occasionally teased the two nipples, which slowly hardened under my touch, and the full breasts seemed to swell considerably, gradually slipping out of my control. I lowered my head and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. A tingling sensation surged through Lina's heart, causing her to moan softly. With gentle nibbling and slow licking, under my seductive techniques, Lina actually cried out, reaching orgasm. "

No way, she orgasmed so quickly?" I frowned, thinking.

Although I was thinking this, my mouth and hands didn't stop. I continued to gently bite and lick, sending jolts of electricity through her body. My other hand was also busy, caressing her other breast, which seemed to swell even more in my hand. Touching her lower body, I felt a surge of heat emanating from her private parts. "That's enough," I thought to myself. Just

as I was about to mount her, this girl suddenly pushed me away, and to my astonishment, straddled me, sitting down without hesitation. My penis broke through the barrier and plunged deep into her body.

"It hurts!" The excruciating pain in her lower body brought Lina back to her senses. When she realized she had willingly done such a ridiculous thing, Lina's face flushed red. Filled with shame, she leaned down and buried her head in my chest, remaining motionless. Such a large movement caused her some trouble. Lina let out a soft cry; the action had aggravated her lower body injury, and her previously flushed face immediately turned pale. Her teeth clenched, and a trace of blood seeped out. Feeling Lina's trembling body in my arms, I kissed her bloodless lips, my hands stroking her smooth back, trying to minimize the pain of her loss of virginity. The caresses and kisses seemed to alleviate her pain; Lina was lost in our deep kiss, her muscles beginning to relax. As I caressed her, my hands again touched her large breasts, employing my tried-and-true flirting techniques, teasing her until she gasped softly, aroused. Feeling the warmth within Lina's body, I gently thrust forward. Little did I know that this movement would become uncontrollable. Lina, in the throes of passion, acted like a wanton young woman, screaming and releasing her pent-up desires. Luckily, I had already set up a protective barrier outside the palace; otherwise, if word got out, it would surely cause a stir within the royal family.

The passion came and went quickly. With a high-pitched moan from Lina, her uterus contracted, and a stream of vaginal fluid poured onto my penis. In the midst of my excitement, the fluid caused me to tremble, and a surge of pleasure erupted. With a roar, I finally ejaculated my life essence. "It's so hot!" The impact of the scalding semen caused Lina to faint from the heat. I, unable to bear the exhaustion any longer, embraced the two women and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, while I was sound asleep, I suddenly felt an itch in my nostrils. Unable to resist the itch any longer, I sneezed. Rubbing my nose, which felt much better, I opened my sleepy eyes. The first thing I saw was Lina holding a strand of hair, smiling at me. No doubt, it was that girl causing trouble.

"Hey, why aren't you up and getting ready? Still lazing in bed like a child!" I yelled as soon as I woke up.

"Aren't you acting like a child too? Besides, you made me hurt down there yesterday!" Lina said, blushing.

"Oh, then let your husband take a look." A hint of teasing flashed in my eyes as my hands quickly reached for her lower body.

"You rascal, teasing me so early in the morning!" Lina pulled the covers over her head, shrinking back to avoid my sneaky touch.

Suddenly, a warm, delicate body pressed against my back, two soft mounds against my back, and I heard Liya's voice: "Who's bullying my little sister!" That charming voice, along with the fleshy sensation against my back, instantly ignited a fire in my lower abdomen, and my body reacted instinctively.

"What is that? It's thick and long, and warm, um..." Lina exclaimed, suddenly realizing what she had touched, and her voice fell silent under the covers. Because she had grabbed my penis, the shy Lina naturally lay quietly under the covers, embarrassed.

"Wife, you're the one who got me aroused, so don't blame me for being impolite!" I quickly pulled Lina, curled up under the covers, onto her, ready for a second round. But Lina had the strength to push me off, crying out in a sweet voice, "Your injury from yesterday hasn't healed yet, go find your older sister!" I lowered my head and ran to Liya to beg, but received the same answer. Helpless, I could only let it slowly cool down. Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... rhythmic and irresistible! Click to enter.

Just then, a guard's voice came from outside the palace: "Her Majesty the Queen is coming!"

Upon hearing that their mother had arrived, the two women immediately panicked. A man was lying in their boudoir. They wondered what their mother thought. Even though I was her acknowledged son-in-law, wouldn't this kind of thing happen before the marriage affect the reputation of the royal family? To avoid being discovered, the two women decided to hide me. But where was the safest place to hide me?

Chapter 68 of the Wind and Cloud Chapter: Martial Arts Tournament Preliminary Round

While the three were playfully bickering, they heard that Her Majesty the Queen was arriving. Panicked, to protect the royal family's reputation, the two women decided to hide me. But where to hide me? Hiding me in the curtains? No, that's too obvious. Anyone with eyes could see someone hiding there. Hiding me in the closet? The closet is too small; it can't hold my imposing figure. Hiding me on the eaves? No, there aren't any pillars on the eaves; it's impossible to hide someone there. Oh, I remember now! Hiding me under the bed! That way, they can't see me or touch me—a good idea!

The two women hastily dressed me and said, "Husband, we're sorry to trouble you, but you can hide under the bed for now!"

Hearing this, I had no choice but to crawl under the bed. Fortunately, the space under the bed was spacious enough to accommodate my enormous body, although no one noticed the tuft of clothing tucked against the side of the bed.

Just as the two women finished dressing, Queen Aite arrived.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" the two sisters, Lia and Lina, said in unison.

"No need for formalities!" Queen Aite smiled gently and waved her hand. "My children, did you sleep well at home?"

"Your Majesty, I haven't slept so soundly in a long time," Lina replied, but then asked, "Is there something you need us for?"

"Silly children, do I have to call you every time I need something? I am your mother, and you are both my precious children!" Queen Aite said kindly.

"Mother!" the two girls cried out and rushed into Queen Aite's arms.

"Silly children!" Queen Aite stroked the two girls' heads and whispered.

"Alright, don't cry, don't cry, let's sit on the bed and talk!" Queen Aite pulled the two girls, lifted a corner of the quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed. However, when she lifted the quilt, she caught a glimpse of two bright red plum blossoms in the center of the bed, and her expression changed. But seeing that the two girls were still unaware, Aite did not make a scene.

“Ya’er, Na’er, why do I keep feeling a man’s scent in this room?” Aite said casually, her eyes darting around.

“How could that be? This room is always where my sister and I sleep together. How could there be a man’s scent? You must be mistaken.” Lia was startled, her face changing, but she quickly regained her composure. She pulled Lina aside, signaling her to be quiet, and smiled sweetly.

Aite had been watching the two women’s expressions while they were talking, and sure enough, something was up. However, Aite was also a shrewd person. She didn’t say anything openly, but secretly looked around. She examined the curtains, the eaves, and even the cabinets, but found nothing. Just when she thought everything was impossible, a pair of men’s boots caught her eye.

“Eh, my prince, why are there men’s boots here?” Aite asked, feigning surprise. Lying under the bed, I was startled. I had been so busy putting on my clothes that I had left my shoes outside, and I was still naked.

"Hehehehe, Mother, you've forgotten how bumpy our journey has been. Wearing boots like these must make you feel safe!" Liya chuckled awkwardly, secretly kicking the boots under the bed. This little action, of course, was seen by the Queen. Her behavior was blatantly obvious, a clear attempt to cover something up.

"Perhaps there's more to it than meets the eye!"

"Uh, Mother, you're just saying things that don't concern you. Don't you care about the hardships your son has endured on his journey?" Liya grabbed Queen Aite's hand, protesting.

"Mother, let's go to the back garden and chat as we walk!" With that, Liya pulled Queen Aite towards the door. Just then, Queen Aite, being held back by her daughter, suddenly noticed a corner of clothing peeking out from under the bed. She pulled hard, and I, caught off guard, was dragged off the bed and rolled to the feet of the two women. They quickly helped me up.

"This is the mess you've made!" Queen Aite said expressionlessly.

Now that things had been exposed, the heavy weight in my heart lifted. I straightened my clothes and politely greeted, "Your subject, Xie Yun, greets Your Majesty the Queen!"

"Your Highness, you have so much free time, spending all day with your two wives!" Queen Aite said with a hint of sarcasm. Hearing their mother's words, the two women knew

their scheme had been exposed. Blushing, they buried their faces in my arms, avoiding eye contact with their mother. Gently patting their shoulders, I shamelessly smiled and said, "Mother-in-law, you're mistaken. It's only natural for a husband to visit his wife; what's this about having too much free time?"

"Ha, you make such treasonous words sound like normalcy? You're quite something!" Queen Aite chuckled.

"Enough nonsense, Mother-in-law, speak your mind!" I said coldly.

"Xie Yun, how dare you speak to your mother like that!" Liya complained, hearing my arrogant words.

"Lia, there are some things you shouldn't concern yourself with. This is between your mother and me!" Ignoring Liya's mournful gaze, I said coldly. Liya's expression changed, realizing that the Xie Yun she used to know had changed, becoming more mature and somewhat ruthless. However, no matter what, Liya could still feel that I loved her.

"As expected of the legendary Saint Seiya, you speak without hesitation!" Aite laughed instead of getting angry.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. Compared to your achievements, Mother-in-law, I am like an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating myself." I replied coldly.

"Alright, alright, alright, I won't waste any more time with you. I need to explain the rules of this martial arts tournament to you!" Queen Aite knew that further discussion with me was pointless, and then said.

"Lia has already told me all of this. Don't worry, I won't let you down!" I said calmly.

"Good to know, good to know. Have fun these next two days, see you at the Beast Forest Arena in two days!" Queen Aite's expression changed slightly, but returned to normal before she left the palace.

Two days later, the martial arts tournament officially began at the Beast Forest Arena. Contrary to initial expectations, the staff had anticipated only a couple hundred participants, given that this was a life-or-death arena. However, the number of participants unexpectedly reached five hundred, disrupting the original plan. After discussion, a preliminary round was held before the official competition to select one hundred participants for the main event.

The Beast Forest Arena was truly enormous, comparable to the Imperial Arena of the Fire Lion Empire. It could accommodate fifty people competing simultaneously, truly deserving of its reputation as the most luxurious and grand arena in the Fire Dance Duchy.

A whistle blew, signaling the start of the preliminary round, and fifty people simultaneously stood on the arena to begin their life-or-death struggle. What's laughable is that even those with mediocre martial arts skills joined in the fun. One threw a punch, the other a palm strike, and the two, bruised and battered, resorted to the most primitive move—biting. Hands against hands, they bared their teeth and bit each other like sworn enemies. In the end, both lost noses and ears, collapsing to the ground. I shook my head inwardly, sighing: Power truly drives people mad!

When it was my turn to compete, my first opponent was a man as thin as a stick. The comical thing was that he came up carrying two steel axes taller than a man, but before he even reached me, the heavy axes left him panting heavily, completely unable to compete.

I couldn't help but ask curiously, "You can't even lift these two axes, how did you even come to compete?"

"My brother told me that carrying these two axes will scare people so much they'll wet themselves!" the man replied, panting heavily. What a compelling reason! I couldn't help but chuckle.

My next opponent was a lame man whose "deadly weapon" was an iron staff. Before that weapon even reached me, I lost my balance with a "thud," and the man was seriously injured. "What kind of world is this?" I lamented inwardly. Even a lame man is performing on stage; I wonder what kind of monsters and demons will come next. I've finally made it to the last few rounds, and here I am!

My opponent was a young man dressed in ninja attire, exuding a fierce aura. He raised a long sword above his head, as if to kill me. Just as I was wondering what was going on, the young man suddenly did something astonishing: he sheathed his sword, and with a flash, he circled around me with unpredictable movements. The moment I moved, his sword would be drawn and attacked. This unpredictable and ever-changing movement alone was enough to earn the respect of the crowd below. Confined within his cage, I remained motionless, constantly watching my surroundings, wary of any potential attack. My stillness and his movement made the audience below hold their breath, afraid of making the slightest sound to disturb the two. But the black-clad ninja, who had been seen as a master by everyone, suddenly stopped and began vomiting violently. "Could someone have secretly sabotaged us?" everyone wondered.

As if in response to the crowd's question, the young ninja uttered something utterly repulsive: "I'm afraid of fainting!" For a ninja known for his unpredictable and unpredictable speed, to be afraid of fainting was truly baffling.

"Then why don't you attack?" someone asked.

"I don't attack, I just circle around him!" the young man said innocently, blinking his eyes. Immediately, a large number of people in the audience fainted. Tomatoes, savory sauce (a type of fruit), and rotten eggs were all thrown at him, instantly engulfing the young man.

The following matches were much easier. Each time, I'd just kick with my left hand and punch with my right,

and those cowardly men would immediately surrender, some even nearly pulling down their underwear and waving white flags. After this tournament, I finally entered the finals as one of the twenty seeded players. My fellow competitor, General Fengbert, also displayed exceptional ferocity, often skinning his opponents alive before they could even make a move. One opponent, held in his hand, was torn in half in terror, his blood splattering all over Fengbert. The bloody scene caused the audience to vomit, some even nearly vomiting bile. The Queen and her ministers, watching from the sidelines, were also pale. Having seen much of the world, the Queen and ministers managed to suppress their nausea, but Lia and Lina, sitting on either side of Aite, couldn't bear the bloodshed. Their faces turned pale, and they buried their heads in their mother's arms.

"How could this be? Where did that gentle young master go?!" Queen Aite exclaimed, her face pale with surprise. "Gentle Young Master" was a nickname given to Feng Bert by the people of the land. Those who had fought him, though defeated, had accepted their defeat willingly. Every move Feng Bert made was a killing blow; he wouldn't stop until his enemy was dead, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it, often resulting in a backlash that left him severely injured. He treated even his enemies this way, which earned him the title "Gentle Young Master."

"Your Majesty, I think Feng Bert seems to be possessed. Look," a minister whispered, pointing at Feng Bert. Feng Bert ripped apart his opponent, licked the blood from his face, and snarled as he moved on to his next opponent. This opponent had been trembling with fear even before Feng Bert had torn him apart, unable to move an inch. As Feng Bert slowly approached, a stench immediately filled the entire arena, and the opponent was so terrified that he lost control of his bladder and bowels.

"General, I surrender, I surrender!" The opponent trembled and kowtowed to Feng Bote, begging for his life.

A chilling laugh echoed from Feng Bote's mouth. Suddenly, his ten fingernails extended and plunged towards the kowtowing man. With a scream of agony, Feng Bote's ten fingers pierced the man's skull, demonstrating the sharpness of his nails. Then, a ripping sound filled the air. Feng Bote had cruelly ripped open his opponent's head, blood and brain matter flowing over the man's trembling body—a scene of utter horror. Blood was everywhere, flesh and mangled flesh were scattered, limbs and organs were strewn about, and the entire arena resembled a hellish scene. Anyone who dared to challenge Feng Bote was brutally killed. Now, he was letting out a grotesque "heh heh" laugh, picking up the steaming brains of the recently deceased man and eating them. The sight was nauseating; even those who had been relatively strong could no longer bear the nausea and began vomiting violently, their faces turning pale, repeatedly shouting, "Devil! Devil! He's a devil!" The crowd below scattered in panic, some of those who couldn't escape being trampled and seriously injured.

"Feng Bote is possessed! Feng Bote is possessed! Stop him! Stop him!" the ministers cried out. Protected by the protective barrier, they weren't afraid of Feng Bote rushing up to kill them, but his brutal killing resembled that of a cruel and bloodthirsty demon. To avoid future trouble, they no longer cared about Feng Bote's status and urged people to stop his actions.

Just then, one of the twenty seeded contestants selected from the other arenas also arrived. Hearing that Feng Bote was possessed, they disregarded their own safety and rushed into the arena where Feng Bote was, surrounding him completely and preventing his escape. Facing

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eighteen contestants surrounding him, Feng Bote remained fearless, a ferocious smile spreading across his twisted face. His ten blood-stained fingers grew longer again, gleaming with a cold, blue light. To nip the demon in the bud, the eighteen contestants, as if by telepathy, simultaneously unleashed a single attack. Eighteen weapons—swords, spears, halberds, and more—attacked the target—Feng Bote—thinking that even the mighty Feng Bote would be unable to escape injury before these eighteen weapons combined. To their astonishment, while they had indeed struck Feng Bote's body, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wounds. Moreover, all eighteen men felt a tremor in their hands, as if they had struck steel, almost causing them to lose their grip on their weapons.

Just as they were wondering what was happening, Feng Bote suddenly roared, his aura surging. His blue-black battle qi blasted away the weapons of the eighteen men, knocking their owners to the ground. The eighteen warriors, suppressing their boiling blood, knew that Feng Bote was exceptionally difficult to deal with, and no longer concealed their strength, unleashing their full power. On the arena, all eighteen roared in unison, each person's body radiating various colors of battle qi. After infusing their qi into their weapons, the tips of the weapons emitted a half-inch of powerful, unbreakable qi. Now, without time to think, the eighteen weapons, imbued with battle qi, emitted dazzling light and attacked Feng Bote, who stood silently in the center of the arena. The combined simplest moves of the eighteen weapons—slashing horizontally with a knife, thrusting straight with a spear, and slashing diagonally with a sword—completely sealed off Feng Bo's upper, middle, and lower body, leaving him no chance of escape. However, contrary to their expectations, the attack power of the eighteen weapons was completely negated by a wall of black energy rising around Feng Bo. What chilled them even more was that this black wall seemed to possess a strong devouring and corrosive power. The moment the eighteen weapons touched it, the black energy rapidly spread towards the weapons. Those with quick reflexes immediately dropped their weapons to stop the spread of the black energy. Those with relatively good reflexes saw the black energy spread to their hands and, with a heavy heart, severed their own hands. Only those with slow reflexes were immediately attacked by the black energy, rolled on the ground a few times, and turned into a puddle of black water. Seeing the black energy react so strongly, the others couldn't help but gasp, secretly shocked by its power. Realizing the power of the black energy, the remaining people immediately found themselves in a predicament, unable to touch or grasp it, and their previous initiative turned into a passive one.

Now it was Feng Bote's turn to unleash his power. He interlaced his fingers, and half-inch-long sword energies burst forth from the tips of his bluish-green fingernails. With a "whoosh," he flung his hands outwards, and ten sword-shaped fingernails, accompanied by a whistling sound, attacked the remaining ten men. Of the eighteen men who had attacked earlier, four had been reduced to puddles of black water, and four had lost limbs, rendering them incapable of further attack. The remaining ten men, unfazed by the flying fingernails, dodged the fierce attack with a quick movement. Just when they thought they were safe, a whooshing sound came from behind their heads; the fingernails that had missed their target had returned, attacking their target once more. Despite their extreme caution in dodging the attacks, they were still cut by the sword energy emanating from the fingernails. Facing Feng Bote, who seemed to control the attack with unwavering skill, the ten men considered rushing to kill him, but the ten fingernails dancing in the air forbade them to do so. After a chase, the ten were exhausted and panting, but Feng Bote, who controlled the flying fingernails, remained calm. Just as the ten were about to be struck in vital areas by the flying fingernails, they closed their eyes in despair.

Were these ten people going to die so easily? No, of course not. The ten felt their bodies floating, and when they opened their eyes, they found themselves had been silently and stealthily removed from the arena. As they opened their eyes, they saw that the flying fingernails had all exploded simultaneously, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Feng Bote's mouth. Behind them stood a tall, imposing man. Yes, that was me. I, who had initially thought I could easily eliminate the newly possessed Feng Bote with the strength of eighteen people, ended up with four dead, four wounded, and ten fleeing in a tragic situation. Seeing that ten people were about to die under Feng Bote's fingers, I finally couldn't help but intervene. I first sent them out of the arena, then secretly used my strength to crush the ten flying fingernails, which finally injured the demon-possessed Feng Bote.

After being injured, Feng Bote seemed to sense my threat. He suddenly roared, exhaling a mouthful of black smoke that enveloped him completely, preventing my attack. Seeing him stop after exhaling the black smoke, I assumed he was afraid and hid inside. However, seeing the black smoke continuously billowing, I suddenly realized something and my expression changed. I raised my right fist and shouted "Light of Purification!" The crowd below saw a ball of white light fly out from my fist, rise into the air, and disappear. Just when everyone thought I was acting like an idiot, a hole the size of a bucket suddenly appeared in the cloudless sky, from which shot out a beam of holy light as thick as a bucket's mouth. The holy light rushed towards the black smoke enveloping Feng Bert, and the powerful holy light instantly diluted the black smoke, making a "sizzling" sound. Feng Bert's true form was then revealed within the black smoke.

This Feng Bert was no longer the same Feng Bert. Concealed by that black smoke, Feng Bert had truly evolved into a demon. His clothes were long gone, replaced by scales that covered his body. His once handsome face was now covered in blisters, and his once emerald eyes now gleamed with a corrosive green light. His beautiful long hair was gone, leaving only a clumsy, rounded horn on his forehead, and an ugly tail covered in sharp scales that extended to his neck, making him look like a standing, spiny dragon from afar.

"The Green Corrosion Demon, interesting, very interesting!" I nodded, watching the dread drip from Feng Bert's mouth.

"It's a demon! It's actually a demon!" Several ministers watching from the sidelines shouted, their faces pale.

"What are you shouting for? Don't you care about your image?" Queen Aite, seeing the ministers' panicked expressions, quickly reprimanded them. Actually, the Queen was even more frightened than they were. She was just a powerless mortal woman; if it weren't for maintaining the dignity of the royal family, she would have already vomited.

After transforming into a demon, Feng Bote's mind became hazy. He vaguely remembered a voice telling him to kill the man opposite him. The demon opened its large mouth, dripping with green saliva, and hissed, "Gaga, I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Suddenly, a glob of green liquid shot out from its mouth. The liquid accelerated after being ejected, splitting into three with a whooshing sound, attacking my upper, middle, and lower body respectively, seemingly trying to block my escape routes.

"Easy peasy!" I said disdainfully. Suddenly, a crystal wall rose in front of me—an eighth-level water magic spell—Crystal Wall, blocking the three blobs of green. I dared not let these three disgusting things get close to me. "Sizzle," a white and green smoke suddenly rose from the surface of the crystal wall. Three small holes had been corroded into the surface of the crystal wall. I was surprised, only then remembering that the Green Corrosion Demon used corrosion as its attack method.

As he spat out the green liquid, Feng Bert knew it wouldn't harm him at all. He was only seizing that fleeting moment, a chance to kill me. Just as I showed that hint of disdain, a voice inside me told me: the opportunity has come. Feng Bert's right arm, covered in spiky scales, shifted, the exposed green flesh pushing inward, and the spiky scales systematically coalesced. After Feng Bert exhaled a breath of black gas, the arm transformed into a sword-shaped weapon. Several small holes were strung together in the center of the sword, from which flowed the highly corrosive liquid. This entire sequence of actions happened in a split second. As I resisted the green liquid, he also swung his hand sword at me in the center of the arena. Drops of green liquid flew from the casually swung sword, sizzling as they hit the ground, corroding a hole in it in no time.

Seeing Feng Bert charging at me with his hand sword, I had to be on guard. The three blobs of green liquid actually pierced through the crystal wall and rushed towards me with undiminished speed. If I hadn't managed to release three balls of black netherfire in a moment of emergency to burn them away, I might have had to endure the torment of the green liquid. When Feng Bote's hand sword attacked, I was busy dealing with the three blobs of green liquid. The hand sword struck the crystal wall, and the intense corrosiveness and powerful impact instantly shattered the crystal wall. Moreover, the attack continued, aiming for my head. The sword wind was simply too fast. At this point, it was impossible for me to resist with my whole body, so I could only raise my left arm to block. There was a loud clang, the sound of metal clashing against metal. Was my hand as hard as steel as that demon's hand? No, of course not. Because as I stretched out my left arm to block his attacking sword wind, a white light flashed in my hand in a hurry, and a silver-white longsword appeared in my hand. Because in the face of danger, my will broke through dimensional space to retrieve this treasured sword, which is why I made that sound. Unfortunately, one was attacking with all their might, while the other was reacting hastily. Caught off guard, I barely managed to withstand Feng Bo's hand-sword attack, but I was still forced back a few steps by Feng Bo. Feng Bo's move of turning his hand into a sword was wielded with great force, and he often struck in unexpected places, making it impossible to defend against.

Looking back after blocking Feng Bo's attack, I was surprised to find that part of the sword was covered in a layer of green, which was spreading at an incredible speed. It turned out that when the swords clashed, the green liquid from the other sword had splashed onto the sword and was beginning to corrode it. If this continued, the sword would lose its value, and its owner—me—would also be caught in the crossfire. At that moment, I stopped thinking about anything else. I channeled my inner energy through my meridians to my arm and into the sword. Instantly, the sword emitted a dazzling white light. After the light flashed, the sword was as smooth as new. Even the green liquid on the sword made a "sizzling" sound after being illuminated by the light, rising into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing. A half-inch long sword aura "whooshed" out from the tip of the sword.

Feng Bote seemed oblivious to the sword aura emanating from his sword. His first attack failed, so he struck again. I knew that in a pure sword-on-sword confrontation, my precious sword was no match for his highly corrosive hand sword. So, before Feng Bote could attack again, the half-inch-long sword aura had already swept across the hand sword. With a 'crack,' Feng Bote's hand sword broke. After all, a hand sword is made of human flesh; no matter how it changes, it cannot withstand this indestructible sword aura.

When I severed his hand sword, Feng Bote seemed to feel no pain; his ugly face showed no sign of suffering. Instead, he jumped aside. I had heard in the palace that the physical strength of demons was unmatched by ordinary people. As long as you didn't destroy his magic core, his powerful regenerative abilities would allow him to recover completely in a single day. Sure enough, not far away, Feng Bote's right arm, where I had severed his hand sword, twitched and returned to its original state. Green liquid seeped from the severed hand, and when it fell to the ground, it immediately corroded a large hole in the hard surface, demonstrating its strong corrosive properties. In a short while... The severed hand was enveloped in a cloud of green mist. At the tip of the severed hand, the flesh and bone writhed, and a completely new hand grew back.

Seeing Feng Bote's restored hand, I was only surprised for a moment before assuming a sword stance, ready to defend against his attack. However, Feng Bote seemed to have no intention of attacking. Instead, he stood there quietly, feet slightly apart, fists clenched, thumbs pointing upwards, pressed against his temples, then rotated them 180 degrees around his temples, placing them beside his forehead. Just as Feng Bote's hands rotated around his temples, a green light emerged from the pointed horn on his forehead.

"Death—Green—Light!" Feng Bote shouted, drooling green liquid.

A flash of green light appeared on the pointed horn, and a beam of green light shot out from it, heading straight for my chest. Now I'm a bit wary of Feng Bo's attacks. Even purely physical attacks are giving me trouble, so I can't afford to be careless with this flying green light. I'll dodge if I can, and if I can't, I'll block it. Thinking this, the green light was already close to my chest. Without time to think, I teleported away. The light struck my body and slammed into the ground. With a loud "boom," rocks flew up behind me, and a hole about half a meter in diameter appeared in the ground.

"Wow, that's powerful!" I exclaimed in surprise. A beam of green light only as thick as a hair blasted such a large hole. If it were thicker, and given the corrosive nature of the light, the half-meter-wide hole would have expanded to a meter in diameter—it was terrifying.

Fortunately, this "deathly green light" couldn't attack simultaneously, but it was still enough to give me a hard time. Beams of green light shot towards me. Although I dodged the attacks with my unparalleled agility, each time they brushed past me, I felt a sense of closeness to death, even though I am a god. Feng Bote seemed to realize that this would only diminish his own power—killing a thousand enemies while injuring eight hundred of his own, not to mention that the enemy was unharmed. He was also starting to feel the strain. Seemingly to ensure a single, decisive strike, Feng Bote suddenly stopped attacking, standing there quietly. His two thumbs, pressed against his temples, emitted a faint green light as he hissed,

"Death—Shock—Wave!"

A small circle of light formed at the tip of his head, growing larger with the wind as it flew out, becoming as thick as a bucket by the time it reached us. And these weren't just one circle; they came one after another, layer upon layer, attacking me. Sensing the threat posed by the green aura, I didn't hesitate to swing my right fist. A ball of pure white light formed on my fist, and finally, when the "Death Shockwave" was a meter away from me, I unleashed it. After leaving my fist, the ball of white light grew larger, becoming a white aura the same size as the incoming green aura. The two collided, but there was no huge explosion. Because they were mutually exclusive and their energies were equal, they canceled each other out. Then another green aura pressed down, and I once again unleashed my "Aura Shockwave." Again, they canceled each other out, and the energy contest became a contest of our individual strengths. After all, Feng Bo had overused his energy earlier, and after releasing five "Death Shockwaves," he couldn't launch a sixth. After defeating the fifth "Death Shockwave," I seemed to still have some energy left, and I launched a sixth attack. By the time the "Aura Shockwave" reached Feng Bo, it had grown large enough to contain his imposing body. At this moment, Feng Bote was completely exhausted and could only watch helplessly as the halo enveloped him. As the halo encircled him, beams of white light emanated from it, intersecting and illuminating, binding Feng Bote to the net of light. However, the moment the net covered Feng Bote, it provoked a fierce resistance. His limbs struggled incessantly, but he was now utterly powerless, and could only watch as the net constricted his body, burning his skin and sending up puffs of blue smoke. Upon contact with the demon's skin, the net automatically purified itself, digging deeper into his flesh. Where the net purified him, Feng Bote reverted to his original form, with only a faint trace of green night remaining between his brows, stubbornly resisting the net's attack. Ultimately, however, outnumbered, he was purified and destroyed by the light elements. Feng Bote, who had been convulsing, had now calmed down and was fast asleep on the ground, while the halo I had emitted had completely dissipated.

Seeing that the battle was over, the ten contestants I had escorted to the sidelines were helped back onto the arena. Seeing Feng Bote lying peacefully asleep on the ground, they were enraged and swung their broadswords at Feng Bote's neck.

"Stop!" A sharp shout rang in everyone's ears, startling the man, who stopped his attack.

"Why?" the man roared, "He killed so many people, it's only right that I take his life!"

"He was also a pitiful man, a pathetic wretch controlled by others!" I said calmly. Hidden in my left hand, I flicked my finger, sending a wisp of wind towards a dark corner of the arena.

"Young man, you are indeed not simple, you found me so quickly!" A powerful, cold, dark aura rose throughout the arena, and a sinister voice cackled.

Chapter 70 of the Wind and Cloud Chronicles: The Martial Arts Tournament - The Necromancer

"Young man, you're indeed not simple, discovering my location so quickly!" A powerful, cold, and dark aura rose throughout the arena, accompanied by a sinister, cackling voice.

"I should say I discovered your presence the moment I stepped into this arena!" I said calmly, facing the void.

"Ah!?" The necromancer Jogate, hiding in the shadows, broke out in a cold sweat, emerging with a wry smile. To be watched like this without noticing—such an opponent was terrifying.

As Jogate emerged, I gave him a quick glance: his entire body was shrouded in a black robe, his face completely obscured, and shrouded in a cloud of black mist. In his withered, bony left hand lay a dark, gleaming magic wand, its shaft shaped like a question mark. A gem the size of an egg was embedded at the top, gleaming with an alluring black light. From the first glance, I could tell this gem was extraordinary; it contained powerful dark energy, giving the wand power comparable to a divine artifact.

As I scrutinized Joegate, he scrutinized me in return. In his eyes, my gaze was clear and deep, like an abyss that seemed to suck him in. He couldn't see through me; seemingly unremarkable in martial arts, yet he sensed an immense, unknown energy within me, making it impossible for him to determine my true identity.

"You...you actually called me a

...you...you're the one who lifted the restriction I placed on Fengbert?" Joegate asked tentatively.

"Yes, it was me!" I answered easily, unfazed by his probing.

"I don't care who you are. If you ruin my plans, I'll make you pay a heavy price!" "Jogate raised his cane, pointing at me proudly. Just as he spoke to me, three imperceptible black lights shot out from behind him. I was so absorbed in his words that I didn't even notice his tampering.

"Oh, I'm so scared! A shameless old bastard, yet he has the audacity to demand a heavy price from me, hmph!" I feigned fear and sneered.

"You...you actually called me a shameless old bastard, you're infuriating!" As a necromancer, Jogate had already dedicated his soul to the great god of the underworld. He hated it most when people said he was shameless, and now that I had violated his taboo, how could I not anger him! "

I'll say it anyway! I was going to say something about dark creatures that can't see the light of day!" For some reason, I suddenly cursed in a very cheeky way.

"You're asking for death!" Joe Gate swung his cane, and a ball of black hellfire shot towards me.

Seeing this all-too-familiar hellfire flying towards me, I opened my mouth and swallowed the ball of black hellfire. Licking my lips, I let out a soft burp and uttered something that would make Joe Gate faint.

"The taste is not bad, although the quality isn't as pure as what I've had before, it's still top-notch, eighty points!"

"Huh!?" Joe Gate was already surprised that I had swallowed that ball of hellfire without fear of death and hadn't died, and now he uttered such a hilarious statement, leaving the old man stunned for a long time.

"Is there any more, old man? Bring me some more. Don't be so stingy!" I beckoned to Joe Gate and called out.

"No more!" Joe Gate quickly waved his hand. This guy is too terrifying, one ball wasn't enough, he wanted to ask me for more, does he think I'm an energy station!

"Oh, then show me some more powerful moves!" My voice gradually turned cold.

"Alright, get ready!" Seeing my serious expression, Joegate also became alert. Just as we were facing each other, I heard two women crying for help: "Husband, help! What kind of fire is this? I've cast several barriers, but I still can't stop it! Please help me!" I turned around and saw the two women protecting Queen Aite, desperately resisting the invasion of the hellfire. In a moment, they would be burned to ashes.

Seeing the two women's miserable state and Queen Aite's disheveled appearance, I couldn't help but fly into a rage and said, "You old bastard, how dare you ambush my wives and mother-in-law! I'll tear you apart!" After saying that, a platinum flame rose from my body, this was the form of platinum battle qi materialization. However, I couldn't punish him yet. Seeing the two women on the verge of collapse, I stretched out my left hand, clenched my fist, and a ball of hellfire dissipated. I repeated the action, dispersing the remaining two balls of hellfire. At that moment, a dramatic change occurred on the field.

When Joegate saw the platinum battle aura emanating from my body, he was startled: A legendary Saint Seiya? I should change my strategy. Just as I was destroying the three balls of hellfire, he quickly drew a huge six-pointed star magic circle on the field. After everything was completed, he lightly raised his magic staff and began to chant a spell.

"O Lord of the Underworld, slumbering in the depths of hell, I awaken your most loyal mount, the Hell Dragon Toth, by contract of my soul!"

Suddenly, the world changed, the wind and clouds shifted, and dark clouds covered the sky. Right in the middle of the clouds, a small opening suddenly appeared, and that opening tossed and turned the clusters of dark clouds, continuing to grow. Soon, an inverted vortex, about a hundred meters in diameter, appeared before everyone's eyes. Its powerful pull made one instinctively think that even gods couldn't escape its tearing force. However, astonishingly, despite its size, the vortex showed no intention of devouring anyone, and wisps of dark, ghostly energy leaked out from the opening.

"A strange natural phenomenon... could some powerful demon be appearing?" I frowned and said. Relying on my superior skills and daring, I didn't stop the appearance of this dark creature.

Just as the vortex appeared overhead, no one noticed that the six-pointed star magic circle set up by Joegate flashed with a black light, and several wisps of ghostly energy quietly extended their greedy tentacles, sucking the blood spilled on the arena. By the time I noticed, all the flowing blood had merged into the magic circle. Then, I heard Joegate chant an unknown incantation, and the blood that had been mixed into the magic circle began to condense and dissolve, until finally only a teardrop the size of a dewdrop remained, suspended in the center of the magic circle.

"This...this is the legendary 'blood sacrifice,' used to summon the spirits of powerful ancient magical beasts!" The several archmages protecting Queen Aite stammered, their faces pale.

"What is a 'blood sacrifice'?" Lina couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Blood Sacrifice is a very evil spell used by necromancers. It requires the blood of a hundred young boys as a catalyst to condense a blood essence, which is then used to control the undead spirit of the summoned ancient monster, making it work for the necromancer. Therefore, it is extremely evil and has always been rejected by other mages. I never thought that I would witness this necromancer cast such a forbidden spell today, and with such crude blood as the catalyst. To be honest, we are indeed very impressed. However, once the monster is summoned, it is very likely that he will lose control and suffer a backlash. In that case, we will be the ones who suffer." One of the archmages said sadly.

Just as everyone was feeling sad, the scene changed. First, the vortex expanded again to within 150 meters. Thick dark ghostly energy spewed out from the vent, and a shrill and high-pitched dragon roar came from the vent, making everyone below feel numb. A huge body gradually emerged from the vent amidst the lightning. This was a skeletal dragon, its entire body composed of dragon bones, shrouded in a cloud of dark, nether energy. Sharp teeth were faintly visible on its white head, and its long, gnarled horns further emphasized its majesty. Behind the skeletal dragon stretched a pair of hooked bone wings, but unlike others, these wings were actually flapping. The bat-like wings, constructed of dark, nether energy, swept across the sky silently. Below these wings were a pair of short forelimbs. Despite their small size, their claws were sharp enough to tear apart any enemy. Two strong, powerful hind limbs supported its massive body, and a huge tail trailed behind, balancing its weight.

Just then, the blood droplet within the magic circle changed. It first spun rapidly, then accelerated towards the dragon descending from above the magic circle. Before the dragon could react, the blood essence embedded itself between its forehead bones. The dragon seemed to sense the intrusion; two black beams flashed in its empty eyes, and two orbs of ghostly fire spewed from its nasal bones, as if it were struggling against the invasion of the blood essence. As soon as the blood essence embedded itself in the dragon's forehead, wisps of red energy extended from the bone dragon's head towards its chest, invading its core—the crystal core. The bone dragon tumbled in the air, its wings enveloping its head, its two sharp forepaws trying to tear the blood essence from its forehead. However, an unknown energy seemed to be stopping it. As the bone dragon spread its wings, its empty eye sockets flashed with a bloodthirsty light, and with the flapping of its bone wings, it slowly descended to the ground, crouching prostrate before Joegate. "

I thought the blood essence hadn't worked?" Joegate thought to himself. However, he was quite satisfied with the ancient dragon's submission. He arrogantly mounted its back, sitting on a sculpted part of the dragon's skeleton, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, Nether Dragon, wipe out these pathetic clowns before you!"

As if understanding Joegate's command, the bone dragon stretched its neck, roared to the sky, its blood-red eyes flashed, and with a flap of its wings, a jet of Netherfire saliva as thick as a bucket shot towards me.

"Damn Nether Dragon, I haven't even settled in yet, and you've already attacked! Good, good, good!" Just as Joegate was complaining that the Nether Dragon was about to shake his old bones apart, two bone ridges suddenly rose from the dragon's spine, firmly fixing him to the dragon.

To be able to condense such intense and powerful dark energy, it truly lived up to its reputation as one of the ancient demonic beasts. Without further ado, the scorching, bucket-thick saliva sprayed towards where I stood. Sensing the immense energy contained within, I dared not be careless and could only awkwardly dodge.

"The legendary Saint Seiya are nothing but trash! Dark Dragon, spew forth your power, spew it all out! Hahaha!" Joegate roared, brandishing his staff. With a few howls, several mouthfuls of dragon saliva erupted in all directions. Wherever the black fire touched, buildings and people were reduced to nothingness. Even the ground was melted into a deep crater, and the people underground, as if shrouded in darkness, fled in panic towards the edge of the arena. Even several ministers took advantage of the chaos to leap away from this dangerous place.

"Quickly, quickly, protect Her Majesty the Queen!" The leader of the Phantom Beast Knights, Shekdor, led a group of phantom beasts to protect Her Majesty the Queen and the two princesses as they ran towards the edge of the arena.

Joegate, glancing smugly, saw a group of phantom beast knights protecting Her Majesty the Queen and the two princesses as they fled the arena. He hurriedly shouted, "Dark Dragon, spray those phantom beast knights, the Queen, and the two princesses with all your might, until they're reduced to ashes!" Understanding Joegate's command, the Dark Dragon roared to the sky, took a step back, spread its wings, and, with its neck pointing in the direction Lia had fled, forcefully spewed out several streams of dragon saliva.

Seemingly sensing danger, Shekdo, seeing the rapidly approaching dragon saliva, quickly ordered two trusted phantom beast knights to escort Her Majesty the Queen away, while he and the others stayed behind to fight this ancient beast. "Armor Transform!" the knights shouted in unison, and instantly, various lights emanated from their bodies, and sets of strangely shaped phantom beast armor appeared on them. Seemingly sensing the threat to their lives, the knights felt a long-standing tacit understanding surging within them. Watching the oncoming dragon's saliva, the knights simultaneously unleashed their strongest attacks in perfect unison. A beam of light, each a different shade of chestnut, shot forth, merging in mid-air into a massive, multicolored sphere of energy.

"Heavenly Strike, Break!" the knights shouted in unison. The multicolored sphere, imbued with the essence of a hundred knights' power, met the surging dragon's saliva head-on. A deafening roar echoed through the air, shaking the very earth. The shockwave sent the exhausted phantom beast knights flying, each sustaining minor injuries. Powerless to stop their efforts, they could only watch helplessly as another ball of dragon's saliva flew towards the departing Queen. Soon, the duchy would cease to exist. A pang of sorrow gripped their hearts as they closed their eyes, a tear of regret sliding down their cheek.

Was the Fire Dance Duchy truly doomed because of a single ball of dark, ghostly fire?

Chapter 71 of the Storm Riders: The Martial Arts Tournament is Imminent

! "Rapid Light Wave!" Clusters of white light pierced diagonally into the rapidly approaching Dragon Saliva Ball. The continuous small impacts caused the Dragon Saliva Ball, aimed at Queen Aite, to deviate from its trajectory and shoot towards the platform not far away. "Rumble!" The earth trembled, and after the dust settled, a crater five meters in diameter appeared before everyone, billowing black smoke. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, unable to help but gasp. If I hadn't used the Light Wave to neutralize some of the energy, those Dragon Saliva Balls would have certainly not survived!

It turned out that while I was dodging the Dragon Saliva Ball attacks, I suddenly sensed something and looked in the direction the two women had fled. I saw that a hundred Phantom Beast Knights, having withstood a wave of Dragon Saliva Ball attacks, had suffered severe internal injuries. Seeing the second wave of dragon saliva balls hurtling straight at the two women, I could only helplessly close my eyes. A surge of anger welled up inside me, and in my haste, I unleashed a barrage of "Rapid Light Waves" to deflect the balls, thus preventing their annihilation. Having learned from the first attack, I easily neutralized the third, fourth, and fifth waves, though several deep craters appeared out of nowhere around me.

The occasional tremors from the ground jolted the Phantom Beast Knights from their grief. When they saw Her Majesty the Queen and the two princesses running unharmed off the field, they couldn't help but feel overjoyed and grateful to their savior. Without their timely rescue, the Queen and the two princesses would have been utterly unable to escape the slaughter caused by the dragon saliva balls.

"It's you again, you brat, ruining my plans!" Sitting atop the dragon's back, Joegate glared at me angrily and shouted, "Dark Dragon, breathe fire! Breathe it all at him!" Joegate was truly enraged. Sensing its master's fury, the Dark Dragon unleashed an immense power, its attacks, previously scattered in clusters, now becoming continuous barrages. A beam of intense, scorching dark Netherfire swept towards me. I thought, "If I'm hit by that Netherfire, do I even think I can survive?" Survival was paramount. I teleported a short distance away, narrowly avoiding its attack. However, where the attack had passed, a bottomless abyss appeared before everyone. Some readers might ask: "Since you're a Saint Magister, teleporting hundreds of meters is child's play for you, why bother lingering in front of the Dark Dragon?" But have you considered that there are still hundreds of lives at stake here? Only by drawing its attention can they escape safely. The plan seemed to be on track to succeed. Enraged, Joegate was only focused on commanding the Nether Dragon to eliminate me, this seemingly indestructible cockroach, and paid no attention to anyone else.

"Nether Dragon, stomp on him! Stomp on him! Stomp him to death!" Seeing me still alive and kicking around him, he roared in fury. Hearing its master's command, the Nether Dragon stomped its two thick, powerful hind legs towards the direction I had moved. The ground trembled with each stomp, and even my body, which had just teleported, lost its balance and fell to the ground. Just as I was cursing Joegate inwardly, a large, dark shadow pressed down on me. Such speed! I quickly used a rolling spell to avoid the dragon's crushing foot, but a deep footprint remained where I had fallen, demonstrating the sheer power of the Nether Dragon's kick.

I scrambled to my feet, dusting myself off, and was about to raise my hand to curse Joegate when I heard a whooshing sound behind my head. Owen turned around and nearly died – a thick dragon tail was sweeping towards me. I knew I was in deep trouble; being hit by that bone dragon's tail would be fatal, if not fatal. I had no choice but to lie down again, barely managing to avoid the tail. But Joegate didn't give me a chance to breathe. Just as I dodged the tail, the dragon's foot came crashing down on me. I rolled away, and ouch! My back bumped into a protrusion, making me grimace and almost curse the stone's ancestors. Oh, but this stone was naturally formed; it didn't have parents.

"Dark Dragon, sweep your tail across the ground!" Joegate, seeing me constantly rolling around on the ground, barely dodging the bone dragon's attacks, couldn't help but give the vicious order.

I rubbed my aching lower back and suddenly saw a flurry of flying rocks and billowing dust ahead. I could vaguely make out a thick dragon tail pushing and churning behind me. Startled, I forgot about my aching back and dodged the attack of the dragon tail. Little did I know that this was exactly what Joegate was up to. A thick dragon leg stomped down into the air, and I rolled to the side in terror. But then the dragon tail came again, rising up from the ground and sending rocks flying, forcing me to repeat my previous movements. And so, a very interesting phenomenon occurred: the bone dragon's stomp and my roll and shift were like a wonderful scene, repeating itself over and over.

The hundred phantom beast knights sitting not far away, seeing me desperately dodging the bone dragon's attacks without retaliating, seemed to sense my good intentions. They glanced at me gratefully, then helped each other away from the arena. Their departure meant little to Jogate; he was merely annoyed by my harassment and decided to kill the queen and her two heirs after killing me. The phantom beast knights' departure, however, gave me a shot of adrenaline. I was just worried about someone getting in my way, and seeing them leave so obediently was perfect. I could now go all out.

"Hahaha, old man, the game's over. It's time for battle!" I laughed, my body bursting with platinum-gold flames.

"Clown, wolf underfoot, how dare you speak so arrogantly!" Jogate, sitting on the dragon's back, said disdainfully.

"Why don't you try and see?" I sneered.

"Nether Dragon, use 'Rotating Netherfire Ball' and burn him to death!" Joegate, clearly enraged by my arrogant expression, commanded through gritted teeth. Hearing its master's order, the Nether Dragon dared not disobey. It opened its massive maw, and a ball of Netherfire the size of a washbasin swirled towards me. Seeing the approaching ball of Netherfire, I wanted to show off. I condensed all my platinum battle aura into a shield, letting it crash into me. There was no huge explosion; my shield merely trembled slightly and nothing happened. The ball of Netherfire was actually absorbed by my shield.

I gave Joegate, who was sitting on the dragon's back, a disdainful look, extended my thumb, and with a flick of my wrist, turned my thumb down, as if to say: Bring on any other powerful moves you have.

Joegate flew into a rage. This silent gesture was far more vicious than any shameful word. I spurred the Nether Dragon, muttering a spell. Then, a circle of black light emanated from the black gem on his staff. He flicked it towards the ground, and the black light shot into the earth and disappeared. Just as I thought it was a trick, the ground shook, and a hand made of bone emerged from where the black light had disappeared. Gradually, amidst the flying dust and debris, a skeleton about two meters tall appeared before me.

This skeleton seemed different from any I had ever seen before. The massive skull wore a skull helmet, and two bony spikes, like bull horns, protruded from the helmet's holes, gleaming alluringly. The rattling of its teeth seemed to be telling a story. Holding a bone knife taller than a man in its left hand, it walked menacingly toward me. His entire body seemed to be shrouded in darkness, every bone gleaming with a dark, ominous light, and a wisp of black energy constantly swirled around him.

"So what powerful thing did you summon? Just this skull!" I mocked.

"Heh, this Skeleton King is enough to give you trouble!" Joegate chuckled smugly.

The skeleton slowly approached me; its comical swaying and waddling would have elicited laughter elsewhere, but in such a tense atmosphere, who could laugh? Intending to test the strength of my physical attack, I opened my palm, and platinum battle aura condensed into a sword of energy, slashing at the approaching black skeleton. To my surprise, the skeleton seemed to know the power of the energy sword in my hand, easily dodging the attack. This astonished me, because the skeletons I'd seen before were all incredibly resilient and moved with a light, slow gait. This one, however, darted away like the wind, its speed almost matching mine. I swung my sword again, and it easily dodged once more, which infuriated me. Even a clay figure would be angry to be toyed with by such an undead skeleton. I swung my energy sword at it once more. This time, it didn't dodge; after all, I had increased my speed. No matter how fast a skeleton is, it can't match a human's agility. The energy sword didn't make a "clanging" sound or glide across the black bones; instead, it was hindered by the black aura surrounding it. The black aura and the platinum energy sword were locked in a stalemate, while the skeleton seemed quite pleased with itself, its hollow jaws making a "clattering" sound. Just as I was about to increase the power of my energy sword, the ground beneath my feet shifted, and a withered hand gripped my ankle. Annoyed, I flung the severed hand away, a white blur flashing as a complete skeleton was flung to the ground and shattered. It was summoning its companions! Wait, why can't I move my legs?! My heart pounded. Looking down, I saw countless skeletal hands gripping my feet, rendering them immobile. More skeletons were constantly emerging from the ground, slowly approaching me.

The black skeleton reacted then, ignoring my energy sword aimed at it, and swung its large bone knife at my neck. Jogate seized this opportunity, ordering the Nether Dragon to unleash a torrent of Netherfire at me. With the black skeleton's bone knife slashing from the front, skeletons closing in from behind, and the Nether Dragon's torrent of Netherfire attacking from afar, they were determined to kill me! No wonder, Joegate was furious that I had ruined his plans time and time again; why wouldn't he kill me?! Was I just going to stand by and watch these attacks befall me? No, no, of course not! I decided to sacrifice a pawn to save the king. I hurled my energy sword at the oncoming ball of Netherfire, while secretly clenching my right fist. As a yellow aura emanated from my fist, I slammed it into the ground, roaring, "Earthquake Wave!"

A deep crater formed where I struck, and the yellow aura spread outwards from me. Waves of mud and rocks rippled and undulated, like spreading water. Countless stones and dirt flew from those raised rings of ground, attacking the black skeleton attacking me like a swarm of sharp weapons. The black skeleton didn't have time to swing its sword at me; it was frantically trying to defend itself against the flying stones and dirt. This showed that this black skeleton had some intelligence, much better than the group of skeletons behind me. Now the skeletons behind were in trouble. The powerful flying stones struck them, quickly turning them into piles of bones. The undulating ground shook them, shattering the skeletons pieced together from bones. The summoner—the black skeleton—wasn't having an easy time either, having to watch out for the uneven ground and constantly shoveling up rocks and clods of earth. His disheveled appearance was quite comical.

Now let's look at the thrown energy sword. The platinum-colored energy sword met the incoming ball of ghostly fire head-on. The collision of these two opposing pure energies produced an unimaginable explosion. Even I, who threw the energy sword, hadn't expected the explosion's power to be comparable to a forbidden spell. The aftershocks of the explosion formed an invisible shockwave that spread outwards. Sensing danger, I immediately activated the "Golden Primal Chaos Shield," but the shockwave still blasted me several meters away. Jogate, riding on the back of the Nether Dragon, wasn't so lucky. Only when the shockwave reached him and he sensed the danger did he hastily erect a barrier. With a "whoosh," Jogate coughed up blood as if struck by a heavy hammer, his magic hat flying off to reveal an old, pale face. If the Nether Dragon hadn't held him firmly, the impact would have sent him flying dozens of meters. Even the incredibly strong Nether Dragon couldn't help but let out a mournful cry, its bones creaking and cracking. Compared to this invisible shockwave, my "Earthquake Wave" was far inferior. When the invisible shockwave struck the black skeleton, the black mist surrounding it suddenly transformed into vortex-like gas clouds, which enveloped it, resisting the attack of the invisible shockwave. So after the shockwave subsided, apart from Black Skull who was completely unharmed, the others were injured to varying degrees. As for Black Skull's changes, we were only focused on defending against the shockwave attack, and no one noticed his unusual behavior.

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