[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 11

Chapter 1 of Volume 5

: Island Turmoil

"Black Prison," also known as "Death Row Island," has its origins in this description.

Located in a perpetually turbulent sea, the island is surrounded by almost vertical cliffs with precipitous, protruding rocks, creating a treacherous and steep terrain. Only a narrow bay allows fishing boats to enter, and it's shrouded in dense fog. Even disregarding the fact that the route to the island is an absolute secret known only to those subjected to torture, without the supposedly land-based "black ship"—Sanzumei—any attempt to sneak in would immediately result in shipwreck and death.

"In 'Rio-gaku,' you have only two choices: either live a painful life or die a painful death."

The origin of this statement is unknown, but it aptly captures the harshness of the island's living conditions. Inhabited entirely by vicious, lifeless criminals, the only law on the island is survival of the fittest. In the end, only the most ruthless and vicious can eke out a living on this forgotten island.

The thick fog that enveloped the air seemed to evaporate one's soul, merging it with the dense, watery vapor of demons and monsters, carrying with it an aura of decay, depravity, and despair.

Xiao Yao followed Naraku, staggering out of the cave where they had been hiding, only to be confronted by a scene of utterly horrific hell.

As far as the eye could see, jagged, precipitous cliffs, dotted with patches of deep, dark green moss, stretched for

dozens of feet, seemingly impossible even for a monkey to climb.

The stench in the air was unbearable, and looking at the composed smile of the person beside him, one couldn't help but wonder where his good mood came from.

Dozens of people had already gathered outside the cave, all disheveled and filthy, clearly having lived on the island for a long time, their bodies and minds becoming one with the filth and darkness of the environment. Their fierce faces couldn't hide their despair for tomorrow.

Among the crowd were several familiar faces that Xiao Yao recognized: the lone bandit "Overlord" Ren Canyang, the underworld strongman "Blood Soul Guest" Fang Yingbo, the traitor of "Martial God Palace" "Iron Hand" Li Zhenlei, and the chief protector of "Knife Pool" "Wind Sweeping Blade" Ling Yue. Each was a powerful figure in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, capable of standing alone and roaming freely.

However, their notorious reputations suggested they were no less formidable than Xiao Yao.

Life is unpredictable; it was hard to believe that someone like Xiao Yao, who had only ever committed minor offenses besides Tao Yihua, would one day find himself standing alongside these villains, "compared" to them.

Just as he was lost in thought, a commotion arose among the crowd.

"Another newcomer! Things are getting lively these days."

"Who is it this time? Hopefully, it won't be like 'Sword Tai Sui' and his cronies from a few days ago—low-class characters." "

I recognize him, he's the 'ruthless' Wen Richi."

"So it was him. Even he got sent to this island. Looks like the standards outside are getting lower and lower."

"Yeah! Back in the day, the White Alliance sent thirty-two experts to besiege me. We fought for three days and three nights, but in the end, two fists couldn't beat four hands, and I ended up being captured and brought to this godforsaken place. But I made sure at least half of those bastards never saw the sun rise again!" His injuries were so severe that even a legendary martial arts master like Hua Guo would shake his head in disbelief. Yet, he's still thriving in this godforsaken place, much to the disappointment of those bastards outside who were eager to see him meet his demise! "

Hey, Ren the Thief, you're bringing up your past again. I've heard your glorious deeds from memory before you were sent here. Can't you come up with something new?"

"Ling the Mad Blade! You dare disagree with me? Believe me, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"Ha! Ren the Thief, are you threatening me? This isn't your bandit stronghold, and I, Ling, am no match for your petty thieves. If a fight breaks out, I'm afraid your 'Step by Step Thunder' won't be a match for my 'Wind Sweeping Blade'!"

"Hmph! Your rusty knife is only good for chopping wood. If it meets my 'Earth-Shattering Thunder Fist,' it'll immediately turn into

a pile of scrap metal. Come on! If I don't beat you to the ground today, I'm not 'The Tyrant Ren Canyang'

!"

"Who's afraid of who? If you've got the guts, come at me! Don't just stand there and talk nonsense!"

Xiao Yao stared dumbfounded at these "masters" who had once dominated the martial arts world and whose stomping feet shook the Jianghu, but now they were engaging in a low-level argument like street thugs. The people around them seemed to be enjoying the chaos, not only not stopping them but also joining in the commotion. The scene he saw was completely different from his impression of these powerful figures, and for a moment Xiao Yao felt as if he were in a state of confusion.

Naraku glanced at Xiao Yao with a smile: "Surprised by this scene?"

Xiao Yao murmured, somewhat bewildered, "This... how could this be... they were all renowned martial arts masters... how could this be...?"

"Don't be surprised, because 'Black Prison' is precisely such a place." Naraku said with his captivating smile, "Staying here for too long will wear down your soul and will, turning you into the group you see now. Boredom alone can be deadly. This is a true hell on earth!"

Su Yao felt a chill run down his spine, not from the scene before him, but from the feeling emanating from this man named Naraku. A calm, elegant cruelty, as if the inherent evil of human nature were perfectly natural. Seeing this man was like being entangled by the Queen Mother of the Serpent in a nightmare, a feeling that lingers and cannot be awakened. This man was truly

a dangerous individual! And perhaps even more terrifying than the King of Prison!

Xiao Yao shook his head, shaking off the goosebumps all over his body, and closed his eyes, whispering, "What exactly do they want to do?"

"Didn't I tell you? Welcoming the newcomer." Naraku shrugged. "Whenever a newcomer is sent to the island, there's always this kind of 'welcoming ceremony.' The one you had was presided over by Sword Tai Sui, don't you remember?"

Hearing Naraku say this, Xiao Yao immediately knew that what he was seeing was a disgusting scene of old acquaintances ganging up on the newcomer. He had heard many stories like this from prison, but he never expected that it would actually be playing out in real life right in front of him.

But what caught his attention was something unexpected: people being brought here meant a ship was anchored on the island. If they acted quickly enough, he might still make it… “I advise you not to waste your energy. If escaping from the Black Prison were so easy, why would these people be here?”

Naraku seemed to see through Xiao Yao’s thoughts, gently shaking his head and smiling, “To prevent

anyone else from knowing the route in and out of the island, Yan Xing made these boatmen escorting the prisoners take ‘Tears of the Mortal World’ beforehand. The moment the boats reach the shore, their maternal instincts kick in, and there’s no saving them!” There were boats, but no one knew the way out of the island. To force one's way out was fraught with peril; the turbulent currents and hidden reefs of the open sea were sure to destroy the ship and kill everyone on board. No one had ever managed to escape beyond a hundred feet of the island.

Xiao Yao was speechless, a sense of discouragement rising within him. He glared at Naraku reproachfully and said, "So, according to you, once you're on the island, there's no way to escape. Then why are you lying to me when you say you can help me leave?"

Naraku smiled at Xiao Yao and said, "I do have a way to get you out of here, the question is whether you're willing to believe me."

Xiao Yao smiled bitterly, "Do I have a choice?"

"Don't look so gloomy, cheer up." Naraku patted Xiao Yao's shoulder, revealing his white teeth in a smile, "How about it, interested in joining the welcoming party for the newcomer?"

"I have no interest in this kind of bullying," Xiao Yao said coldly. "What I'm more interested in is hearing what method you have for leaving here."

"Don't say that!" Naraku smiled. "He's traveled a long way across the sea to find you. You should at least go and greet him."

Xiao Yao was taken aback. "What did you say?"

Just then, the "newcomer" trapped in the crowd raised his head, his eyes meeting Xiao Yao's. A strange light flashed in the latter's eyes.

Xiao Yao's heart skipped a beat. "That look is so familiar! I feel like I've seen it somewhere before. Such righteous eyes could never belong to the 'wicked' Wen Richi. Could this person be in disguise?"

Upon seeing Xiao Yao, "Wen Richi's" previously hunched and dejected body suddenly straightened. An aura that only a peerless master could possess emerged from him as if by magic, leaving those around him speechless in astonishment at the sudden change in his aura.

"Wen Richi" suddenly spoke to the crowd: "Make way."

"What?" "

Unexpectedly, the newcomer, initially seen as an easy target, suddenly underwent a complete 180-degree turn, a change that stunned everyone.

'I said... get out of the way! Didn't you hear me?'

This time, his voice rose slightly, just loud enough for everyone to hear clearly, successfully igniting the anger of everyone present.

'Did you hear that? He's telling us to get out of the way.'

'Just a petty thief who's killed and robbed, yet he dares to speak so arrogantly to your ancestors! It seems necessary to teach this newcomer the proper etiquette on this island!'

'Hmph! Should we break his hands? Or gouge out one of his eyes first?'" Surrounded by more than a dozen pairs of eyes that could hardly be called friendly, "

Wen Richi" remained fearless, his indifferent expression uttering even sharper words: "I came here to find someone, and now I have. You'd better get out of the way quickly, or I'll force you to hurt someone..."

This attitude only added fuel to the fire. Those with volatile tempers, like "Xiao Ba" Ren Canyang, were already preparing to attack. This scene also caused Xiao Yao some concern. If the person surrounded was truly "Wen Richi," he could simply walk away, but now that he knew the other party might be an imposter who had infiltrated the island to rescue his companion, naturally... Therefore, they couldn't ignore it.

Seeing the situation about to erupt into a heated argument, Xiao Yao was about to ask Naraku to intervene and smooth things over. Suddenly, a chilling, domineering killing intent emanated from the crowd centered around "Wen Richi," as if a peerless ferocious beast stood proudly on a high ground, ready to devour the weak and vulnerable beneath its feet. This domineering aura didn't have a specific target; it simply conveyed a warning: anyone who dared disregard its words would bear the consequences!

And the source of this domineering aura was none other than the "utterly wicked" Wen Richi!

Xiao Yao's body trembled. Recognizing this familiar domineering aura, he finally identified the person behind the human skin mask.

"It's him! 'Natural Enemy' Long Bufei!!" “

Wen Richi”—Long Bufei’s eyes were no longer their usual indifferent and gentle gaze. He seemed to be wearing a different mask, truly displaying the demeanor of a peerless master who “defies the heavens”! However, the real reason was simply that he had just woken up and was seething with anger. But this was something the group of thugs surrounding him, like frogs being stared at by a snake, could not understand.

The soft persimmon had become a hard iron pancake, and the group, whose former ambitions had been worn down by prison life, were already secretly considering retreating, but they couldn't let go of their pride. At this moment, several sharp-eyed people followed Long Bufei’s gaze, accelerating the development of the situation.

“Naraku… is it…?”

Following the first person’s pale gaze, the group looked back. When they saw the handsome man with extraordinary bearing standing on the rock, these ruthless underworld thugs all showed expressions of utter horror and retreated.

“Naraku…!” "It's Naraku..."

A whisper, like a taboo, echoed among the crowd. The already waning momentum vanished completely, like the receding tide.

"So...so he's your friend, Naraku!"

"We didn't know he was someone you knew. Please don't be offended; ignorance is no excuse!"

"We've disturbed you, Lord Naraku. We'll take our leave now."

The crowd chattered, but they all expressed the same sentiment: they held this handsome man named Naraku in utter awe. They wondered what methods he had used to make these arrogant and unruly masters behave like mice before a cat.

Naraku merely smiled slightly, remaining silent about their actions, which only made him more enigmatic.

After everyone had bowed and left, "Wen Richi" strode up to the two men with a questioning look in his eyes, revealing a cheerful smile that didn't match his fierce appearance: "'The Romantic Blade' Xiao Yao, I've finally found you!"

Xiao Yao also revealed a genuine smile, a smile he hadn't shown since arriving on the island, and said, "It's truly my fault that 'Heavenly Enemy' Long Daxia personally risked his life to rescue me from the island." " You

recognized me?" A strange light flashed in Long Bufei's eyes.

Xiao Yao smiled and said, "Long Daxia's demeanor is unforgettable once seen."

"Good! Xiao Yao truly lives up to his name," Long Bufei said, removing his human skin mask to reveal his handsome true face, "This trip has certainly not been in vain!"

Xiao Yao suppressed his excitement. He had only met Long Bufei a few times, and they were not related, yet Long Bufei had risked everything to infiltrate this hell on earth to rescue him. This generosity and kindness was something he could never repay even with his entire life's effort... "Long Daxia, how did you know I was imprisoned here? And how did you think of using disguise?"

Based on his knowledge of Long Bufei, Xiao Yao knew that the other party was not particularly skilled in strategy. Such a person, capable of devising such a clever scheme as substituting one thing for another to infiltrate the island, most likely relied on guidance from a master behind the scenes. The "Small Knife Society" probably doesn't yet know of

his predicament, meaning he must be a member of the "organization"... Long Bufei didn't immediately answer the question. Instead, he glanced at Naraku beside him, his intention clear, before addressing the latter: "My name is Long Bufei. May I ask your name?"

Xiao Yao understood that Long Bufei's apprehension wasn't unfounded. This man, who could easily control and command the respect of the island's experts, was definitely not someone to be underestimated! Like a sharp awl hidden in a bag, his edge wasn't outwardly revealed, but if someone foolishly grabbed him, they would be covered in wounds.

Although their time together was short, Xiao Yao had already been deeply impressed by Naraku's hidden abilities and knew that he was definitely more than just a male concubine of the Prison King.

As expected, faced with Long Bufei's aggressive attitude, Naraku simply smiled and said, "Why speak to me with such a hostile tone, Master Long? On this island, I will only be your friend, never your enemy."

His elegant and friendly tone made it difficult to feel hostility, but Long Bufei's innate vigilance constantly reminded him that this handsome man who resembled a woman was dangerous! Very dangerous! He couldn't let his guard down.

Xiao Yao smiled bitterly. No matter what, Naraku had saved his life, and he couldn't ignore him.

This is Naraku. I'm only alive on this island because of his great help. Regardless, I believe Naraku has no hostility towards us now. "

While stating the facts, I also left room for doubt. I believe that with Long Bufei's intelligence, he should be able to understand my unspoken message. We'll discuss everything after we leave the island. "

Sure enough, after a moment of contemplation, the hostility in Long Bufei's eyes lessened considerably.

"If you can help us leave this island, I, Long, will repay you with my life."

Naraku smiled, his phoenix eyes flashing with a strange light.

"No need to be polite. To be frank, we are simply helping each other."

Xiao Yao's heart stirred upon hearing this. This was the first time Naraku had stated that he had a purpose in helping them.

"With Brother Naraku's abilities, do you also need help from others?"

Naraku smiled and said, "Have you not heard the saying, 'At home, rely on your parents; when you're out in the world, rely on your friends'? I am not omniscient or omnipotent, and of course, I also need the strong assistance of the two great heroes."

Long Bufei frowned and said, "With your hidden martial arts skills, even I, Long, am not confident of defeating you. On this island where

strength is the only truth, is there any problem that you cannot solve?"

Upon hearing Long Bufei's words, Xiao Yao's face showed an undisguised expression of surprise. If the latter was not deceiving and flattering, once the above information spread throughout the martial arts world, Naraku's status would immediately rise, surpassing the "Three Heroes and Four Beauties."

The person in question maintained a mysterious smile and said lightly, "Master Long, you overestimate me. I don't possess the skills you claim. The reason the others on the island avoid me is simply because I'm the only trusted confidant of the island's lord." "

There's a master on this island?" Long Bufei asked in surprise.

"It is indeed the Lord of the 'Black Prison,' the Prison King," Naraku said leisurely.

Long Bufei looked at Xiao Yao, who gave a wry smile, still shaken, and said, "What he said is true. I've met the Prison King. His martial arts are so good they could cause a rebellion. I almost died under his fingertips, and I can never again linger among women."

Naraku chuckled, "Even in the face of death, you don't forget your chivalrous spirit. Brother Xiao truly lives up to the name 'The Romantic Blade.'"

Long Bufei suddenly said coldly, "Is the help you need related to the Prison King?"

Naraku blinked a few times, his eyes sparkling, and looked at Long Bufei with a smile, saying, "Great Hero Long is indeed exceptionally intelligent, able to understand two things at a time. So I won't beat around the bush; our goals are combined, and ultimately, they both hinge on the Prison King." "

Why?" Even Xiao Yao was curious this time.

Naraku smiled, "Because the only way to leave this island, the second ship in the world called 'Sanzu Mei,' is hidden only by him." "

On the turbulent sea, a jet-black iron ship suddenly appeared, exuding an eerie and mysterious aura.

Atop the ship, a stern, square-faced man remained expressionless, his hand at the helm heavy and steady. Despite the ship's swaying with its rise and fall, he maintained an unwavering, steadfast presence.

This black iron ship was none other than the 'Santu Ming,' designed and built by the judge of the Second and Third Realms, hailed as the world's only amphibious vessel!

Like a giant black whale, the ship parted the waves and docked at the shore. It struck a reef with a violent jolt, and from beneath the hull, four wheel-sized gears emerged. With a creaking engine, the 'Santu Ming'

slowly moved from the sea to the shore!

Such a rare sight, a ship navigating land, was almost unbelievable unless witnessed firsthand.

However, one person clearly disagreed."

Across the path of the black iron beast, a strikingly beautiful woman in red stood facing the sea breeze. Her first impression was one of coldness and aloofness, for a "phoenix" belonged to the heavens and should not exist on earth.

Yan Xing's gaze fell upon her, and his iron-faced expression softened slightly. "It's you?!" he exclaimed .

A faint smile bloomed on the woman's icy countenance. She spoke softly, "Just as I expected. I knew that with your personality, you wouldn't trust this 'mysterious' escort process. You'd personally follow the prisoner to ensure nothing went wrong. It wasn't in vain that I waited here in the sea breeze for so long. All I need to do is capture you and then use the 'Three Paths of Darkness' to get to the 'Black Prison.'"

Yan Xing coldly added, "Even with a ship, you wouldn't know the only path to the island."

The woman's deep, emotionless eyes met his gaze, and her phoenix-embroidered boots silently took a step forward.

"Once I capture you, I have a way to make you reveal the route to the sea. Do you believe me or not?"

Yan Xing took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they shone brightly.

"Whether you believe me or not, I, Yan, cannot fail to experience the high skills of 'Phoenix' Jun Tianjiao today!"

Chapter Two: Siblings United

Jun Tianjiao's figure was like a "red, sharp feather" slicing through the continuous space. The nine-foot-long "Phoenix Dance" slid out from her right sleeve, and she and the whip became one. The innate Qi that could destroy the strong and break the solid extended like a dragon, sweeping towards Yan Xing.

The latter did not expect Jun Tianjiao to attack without even a word, and with such a ruthless killing move. His serious features tightened into an unpleasant lock, and he coldly snorted. The sound revealed genuine rage.

Yan Xing leaped backward with the agility of a leopard, his sleeves billowing as he unleashed a flurry of fist strikes. The tangled energy was designed to block the whip's trajectory—a classic case of "shoot the horse before the rider!" Yan Xing dared not underestimate Jun Tianjiao's renowned "Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens" whip.

Jun Tianjiao sneered, the Phoenix Dance whip spinning in circles, its dense, yet unyielding energy spreading like a net, forcing the internal force of the "Mountain and Sea Fist Classic" back into Yan Xing's body. The suppressed power disrupted Yan Xing's blood and qi, preventing him from directly confronting the whip and forcing him to dodge its attacks.

"This woman's martial arts prowess seems even greater than the rumors suggest! Could she have been hiding her true strength all along?"

Although he was temporarily at a disadvantage due to losing the initiative, his profound internal strength ensured that he would not fall behind for the time being. The "Mountain and Sea Fist Manual" was known for its long-lasting power. Although he inevitably suffered some injuries, when faced with the truly threatening whip strikes, Yan Xing countered with "The Beginning of the Primordial Beginning

," conserving his energy while waiting for the right opportunity to strike back.

Jun Tianjiao was not unaware of her opponent's intentions, but she also had her own plans.

No matter how dense the attack was, there would be a moment of pause. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves. Jun Tianjiao had exhausted all eighty-one moves of the "Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens" whip technique, but still could not deliver a heavy blow to her opponent. On

the one hundred and eighth move, Yan Xing finally countered!

He channeled his energy with his intention, and his fist image rose and fell like waves, unpredictable and elusive, bringing with it... The fist waves, like cannonballs, hurtled towards Jun Tianjiao's face. The strongest move of the "Mountain and Sea Fist Manual"—Raging Sea Dragon!—was about to be unleashed.

The Phoenix Dance Whip, propelled by the surging fist waves, flew into the distance as if struck by a heavy hammer. Yan Xing pressed his advantage, his fist and man becoming one, shooting towards Jun Tianjiao like a meteor. The latter's indifferent expression showed no surprise; her long, flowing black hair billowed against the wind, possessing a stunning beauty amidst the eeriness.

Even with Yan Xing's experience and composure, he was momentarily stunned by Jun Tianjiao's bizarre figure in the midst of the duel. By the time he became alert, it was too late. A strange and eerie force field had already enveloped his entire body, like an impenetrable net, rendering him unable to move. Even with his abilities, he could not immediately break through this force field.

"Illusory Dream Evil Knot? You actually know how to use demonic techniques!!" Jun

Tianjiao did not reply. She pressed forward and used the "Intent Cold Technique" to strike Yan Xing's forehead with her jade finger. The cold energy burst into his brain. This was a technique that even his "natural enemy" Long Bufei had fallen for. How could the latter withstand it?

His body swayed a few times and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Jun Tianjiao addressed the unconscious Yan Xing, saying, "Now I might as well tell you, I know the 'Mind-Inducing Technique' of the Demonic Sect. Even if you're tight-lipped, I can read what you want directly from your mind. However, after using this method, there's a 90% chance you'll become an idiot. If you don't want to, you can still protest now."

"

Not going to speak? Then I'll take that as your agreement."

"That won't do."

A hint of panic and surprise suddenly appeared on Jun Tianjiao's icy face, though it was fleeting, it was clearly visible to the strategist behind her back.

Jun Tianjiao took a deep breath and turned to face the newcomer.

"Long time no see, Tianjiao." A

gaunt figure exuded a chilling aura, his single arm below the right shoulder conveying a sense of loneliness, yet his ghostly presence made him unapproachable.

The newcomer was none other than the "Netherworld Mountain Sect's" number one warrior: Third Under Heaven! But at this moment, Shao's aloof and solitary expression seemed to reveal a hint of loss and sorrow.

Just looking into her icy, cold eyes broke Third Under Heaven's heart.

In his bewilderment, Third Under Heaven seemed to see a scene from ten years ago: his mentor's stern face, the little girl barely clothed, and the blood between her legs… The wind seemed to carry the little girl's cries of "Ten Years of Amputation," taking him back to the past:… A white streak of light danced before her eyes. His single arm trembled, hesitating whether to retaliate, but in the end, he did nothing.

Blood gushed from his body like a fountain, but Third Under Heaven seemed oblivious; the physical wounds paled in comparison to the pain in his heart.

Although he had finally seen the person he had longed for, Shao only brought him more heartbreak.

"Why?" "

The Third Question of the World. "

Jun Tianjiao didn't answer, but gritted her teeth and silently unleashed the "Icy Intent Technique" once again.

The icy light, like a blade of ice, pierced directly through the Third Question's shoulder, causing his iron-tower-like body to sway. If it weren't for the protection of his "Hellwalk" internal energy, his remaining left arm would have been severed by this move!

The Third Question still had no intention of retaliating. The sound of blood droplets hitting the ground was clearly audible in their silent staring contest. Looking into her bright, black-gem-like pupils filled with killing intent, he slowly said, "Are you satisfied?"

"I will be satisfied when you die!"

Jun Tianjiao's vicious expression was unlike her usual coldness. Dozens of transparent, sharp ice pillars, under the operation of the "Icy Intent Technique," swirled and pierced towards the Third Question's heart. This move was serious, intended to take his life.

The expressionless Third Question stared at the murderous intent in Jun Tianjiao's eyes, finally sighing, "I'm sorry!

I can't die now, and you didn't tell the truth. Even if you kill me, you still won't be truly satisfied." "

The Third Under Heaven finally retaliated, his right sleeve flicking out, shattering the swarming ice pillars in an instant!

Even Jun Tianjiao's swift advance faltered slightly. The Peerless Demon Blade!!

Jun Tianjiao coldly snorted, flipping backward as if she had sprouted a pair of invisible, ethereal wings, her posture exquisitely beautiful. A shimmering blue light flashed on her jade fingers as her hands rapidly formed hand seals, her lips murmuring incantations.

The Third Under Heaven snarled, 'Your "Illusory Dream Evil Knot" is nothing but a child's play when faced with the "Peerless Demon Blade"!

If Yan Xing hadn't been unaware of your half-demon sect origins, he wouldn't have fallen for your trick so unexpectedly!'"

As if to prove the truth of his words with force, the powerful blade energy erected an insurmountable wall in the space, then crashed towards her like a mountain. The force field of "Illusory Dream Evil Knot" couldn't restrain him for even half a second. The Xuanbing

energy of "Intent Chill Technique" collided with the blade energy, like a mayfly trying to shake a pillar, having no effect whatsoever. Even though Jun Tianjiao was extremely unwilling, she could only retreat and temporarily avoid its edge.

Purely in terms of internal strength, the third strongest in the world was far above Jun Tianjiao, but to subdue the Heavenly Beauty who combined the strengths of both the Dao and Demonic factions without injury or death was something even "King Yama" Jun Nitian might not be able to accomplish in person.

Even so, he still wanted to take on this impossible task.

The "immovable mountain" qi barrier, though seemingly impenetrable, required an astonishing amount of internal energy to maintain. The Third-Ranked Master of the World, despite expending a great deal of true energy, only managed to force Jun Tianjiao to retreat repeatedly. What was his purpose?

When Jun Tianjiao was forced to the brink of falling into the sea by the Third-Ranked Master of the World, the answer was finally revealed.

"Splash!" A figure leaped from the sea, creating a large splash. There was no warning whatsoever; by the time it was noticed, overwhelming sword energy was already upon Jun Tianjiao's back.

The only one who could conceal their presence to such an extent was Jun Tianxie's "Evil Path Nirvana." His initial absence was apparently a pre-arranged "later move" in this plan to capture the Phoenix!

"Sister Tianjiao, I'm sorry, I had no choice." "

Though he apologized verbally, his hands showed no mercy. Feather-like, flower-like sword energy bloomed from Jun Tianxie's fingers, its speed seemingly ignoring spatial barriers, striking Jun Tianjiao's back in an instant.

'Success! ... Wait a minute!!'

Seeing his 'plan' succeed, he was about to catch the attacked Jun Tianjiao to prevent her from falling unconscious and sustaining any injury. But when he saw that the former, after being 'hit,' showed no panic, but rather a cold, sneer, he realized he had fallen for the Jun siblings' trap again.

But it was too late.

All the sword energy pierced through Jun Tianjiao's body like the wind, reforming and condensing back into a threatening

entity , attacking Tianxia Sanren instead of him. He was now the one crashing into the rain of sword energy.

'A mere trick! How could it possibly harm me!'" "

The Third Under Heaven, enraged, unleashed his 'Peerless Demon Blade,' striking a point with its surface. The Nirvana Sword Qi was intercepted by an even stronger, more concentrated True Qi, producing a muffled sound like a stone striking steel. '

That's not enough,' he thought, 'then what about me?'

Jun Tianjiao raised all ten fingers, and wisps of chilling True Qi, like plum blossoms, poured down from the sky. The Third Under Heaven realized he had made a serious mistake. While retreating, Jun Tianjiao had secretly deployed the Profound Ice Force along their path, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash this Heavenly Net!

With the Third Under Heaven's abilities, although caught off guard, he could still barely neutralize Jun Tianjiao's 'Cold Plum Blossom' after receiving Jun Tianxie's Nirvana Sword Qi. However, after a moment of palpitation, he knew his True Qi was nearly exhausted, and his inner energy stagnated.

Jun Tianxie followed up immediately, the timing perfect, as if the siblings had practiced it a thousand times."

"The Sword of Annihilation."

The sword finger pierced the waist of the Third Under Heaven. The "Transformation into Nothingness" true energy, focused on a single point, spread throughout the latter's body like a sick mistress. This was the only mental technique that could break through the "Hellwalk" protective aura.

"Well done! I'll finish you off now."

A soft, boneless jade hand gently touched the Third Under Heaven's chest. This intimate contact, which should have been a dream come true, brought him a chill. The Xuanbing energy rushed from his skin into his meridians, where his defensive armor had been removed, causing him to shiver. He watched as a thin layer of frost gradually condensed on his body from where Jun Tianjiao's palm had touched him.

"Three feet of ice?! Tianjiao's 'Intent Freeze Technique' has actually reached the level of 'condensing intent into ice'!!"

These thoughts flashed through his mind like a slideshow, because his entire body and consciousness were subsequently sealed behind a layer of Xuanbing.

With the combined strength of siblings Jun Tianxie and Jun Tianjiao, along with a sudden attack, a series of calculated moves, and a tightly coordinated offensive, they finally subdued the Third Under Heaven after their opponent was exhausted, delivering the most effective blow.

The Third Under Heaven, sealed within the ice, showed no sign of defeat or betrayal; his unwavering gaze, fixed on Jun Tianjiao's face, held a hint of indescribable sorrow.

But to Jun Tianjiao, such a gaze only fueled her anger.

"A dog with its eyes frozen is still repulsive! What use is it!"

Her slender fingers transformed into two streaks of red lightning, aiming for the Third Under Heaven's eyes. Just as Jun Tianjiao was about to ruthlessly gouge them out, a gentle, water-like energy flowed through the air, dissolving the sharp killing intent from her fingers.

"Why didn't you let me kill him?"

Jun Tianjiao's gaze was like a cold knife piercing Jun Tianxie's eyes, sending a chill down even the most audacious man's spine.

Jun Tianxie smiled bitterly, "Actually, Sister Tianjiao, you yourself know you can't kill him. The 'Three Feet of Ice' technique can only freeze him temporarily. Plus, with the 'Hellwalk' technique's characteristic of growing stronger with death, I'm afraid we won't be able to gouge out his eyes; instead, he'll be broken free of the ice, and then we'll be in trouble."

Jun Tianjiao fell silent, then burst into a clear, melodious laugh, almost making Jun Tianxie think he was facing a completely different person.

"If we don't want to kill him, we don't have to. What's the big deal?"

Jun Tianjiao smoothed her hair, her demeanor completely transforming into a feminine, charming beauty, utterly different from her previous icy demeanor, leaving Jun Tianxie dumbfounded once again.

"What are you looking at?"

Jun Tianjiao tugged at Jun Tianxie, her expression unreadable, but the allure in her eyes was enough to intoxicate anyone unaware of her presence.

Jun Tianxie smiled bitterly, "Sometimes I really suspect that the person with a dual personality should be you, not me."

Jun Tianjiao snorted, "You want me to practice your evil ghost kung fu? Wait until your next life!"

"It's not like I willingly practiced it..."

Jun Tianjiao ignored the increasingly quiet protests of the other party, walked directly to Yan Xingmian Yichuan, helped the latter up, glared at Jun Tianxie and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come help!"

Suddenly shouted at like this, Jun Tianxie was a little at a loss.

"Uh... doesn't Sister Tianjiao find it a little strange that I'm walking with Master... the third in the world? And then helping you instead?" Jun Tianjiao said without looking up, "Why are you talking so much nonsense! If you really want to help, hurry up and help this inflexible coffin-faced guy up!"

"...Yes, ma'am."

"There's only one way to leave this island: defeat the Prison King and seize his prized black ship, 'Sanzu Mei,' to take us away." "

Wait a minute…aren't you the Prison King's most trusted subordinate? Now you're asking us to help you deal with your master? How can we trust you?"

"You have no other choice but to trust me. As for the consequences of doing so, I guarantee with my integrity, they won't be worse than they are now."

"You're the only one talking; why should we believe your guarantee?"

"You don't have to believe me," Naraku laughed. "Or, you can stay here forever…that's your choice."

For some reason, looking at Naraku's smile, Long Bufei did have a feeling that he was seeing his "sworn brother," Jun Tianxie. Although he didn't want to admit it, both of them possessed a calm, ruthless, and merciless air.

Like antlions lying in ambush in the sand, waiting for their prey to come to them, the infuriating thing is that although they know cooperating with them is like asking a tiger for its skin, they have no other choice.

A powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, but what if the local snake turns around and tries to devour this outsider dragon?

Xiao Yao winked at Long Bufei, signaling him to speak for the time being. He coughed and said to Naraku, "Brother Naraku, I have a question and would like to ask for your guidance."

Naraku smiled and said, "Brother Xiao, please speak. Honesty is the first step to mutual trust and cooperation."

"Lying through your teeth," Xiao Yao cursed inwardly, and said to the handsome man who seemed to embody the words "conspiracy" and "mystery," "Brother Naraku said that the Prison King is hiding a second 'Ichido Mei' that can leave this island. How do you know that?"

Naraku smiled self-deprecatingly, "If you spend more than ten years with someone, there will be secrets you don't know."

Both Xiao Yao and Naraku were taken aback. Although Xiao Yao had vaguely guessed the relationship between the Prison King and Naraku, he did not expect to hear it confirmed by the other party himself. This "proactive attack" left them speechless.

Naraku chuckled again and continued, "Actually, the current judge of the Dan Realm, Yan Xing, is the junior brother of the Prison King.

Back then, they each built a ship called 'Ichito Mei' to serve as a communication and access point on 'Black Prison' Island. However, the two brothers later became enemies, and the Prison King himself, after being defeated by 'Xuanzong' Xiao Wentian, was heartbroken and vowed never to step out of this island until he mastered a more profound martial art! Therefore, the other black ship has always been sealed on the island, and only he knows where it is truly hidden."

Xiao Yao thought to himself, "So that's how it is. No wonder the old man's expression was like a lion whose tail had been stepped on when he mentioned the name 'Xuanzong'."

"So how are you going to get that grumpy old man to agree to lend us the boat? Are you just going to confront him directly?"

Naraku smiled slightly. "If it were that simple, why would I have wasted ten years of my life?"

Xiao Yao gave a knowing smile. "Brother Naraku, you've finally spoken the truth. The reason you served the Prison King for so many years was actually for some other purpose, wasn't it?"

Naraku laughed. "I never intended to hide it from you two. The Prison King's martial arts are simply too strong; I alone have no guarantee of victory. As for the others on the island, they are either untrustworthy or lack the strength. All these years, I've been waiting for someone like Hero Long and Brother Xiao to appear. Now, my patience has finally paid off."

Xiao Yao smiled bitterly. "What you should be waiting for is someone like Hero Long." "Well, in my current state, I'd only be a burden to you."

Naraku winked at Xiao Yao and smiled, "Brother Xiao's 'Asura Heavenly Lock' isn't incurable. As long as both extreme yang and yin energies are simultaneously infused, combined with Xiao'er's 'Unrestricted by Law,' and 'Recreating Peach Blossom Spring' after separating meridians, the restraints should be lifted."

Xiao Yao stared at Naraku with a look as if he were looking at a monster, "Who exactly are you? Why do you have such a deep understanding of 'Formless Primordial Qi'?!"

Naraku shrugged, "Xiao'er, you're not making a fuss. Of course, it was all told to me by the Prison King."

Long Bufei said, "So Brother Xiao is afflicted by Dugu Bingxin's 'Asura Heavenly Lock.' I can probably help with extreme yang energy, but where can we find extreme yin energy?"

Xiao Yao looked at Naraku and said in a deep voice, "No need to look, there's one right here."

Naraku smiled brightly, saying, "It's truly a pleasure to cooperate with two such intelligent people." The

night is a breeding ground for evil, as it has always been.

A late autumn rain outside the window could not extinguish the raging fire of desire within her; waves of surging lust washed over her, tormenting her to the point of almost weeping.

Both her soul and body felt the same emptiness, which only a man's fiery, wicked nature could fill!

As the wife of Dugu Suiyu, the "Dark Asura" and master of the "Asura Hall," although she only ascended to the position of First Lady after his first wife died of a serious illness, her relative position had become increasingly secure after giving birth to Dugu Hanxin. Even after her husband's death, she was still the enviable "Lady Dugu"! Who could imagine that she now looked so disheveled and tormented by desire?

Dugu Suiyu might be the world's number one assassin, a "Light Asura" with a prestigious position in the righteous path, but he was definitely not a good husband: never had been.

"Oh...so hot...so hot...mmm..."

Bai Suyan's hands roamed over her body, finally stopping at her full, swollen breasts, kneading them incessantly. Her other hand moved to her mysterious triangle, two fingers disappearing into the constantly flowing fluids, stimulating the most sensitive part of her body again and again.

Her two snow-white legs were slightly bent and spread apart, her almond eyes were half-closed and she was panting heavily. Her usually strong and capable face now revealed a seductive and wanton expression, as if she was craving the invasion of the opposite sex.

Perhaps fingers could not replace the burning heat of the real thing, and the tingling emptiness in her lower body could not be filled or released. She kept twisting her beautiful body and emitting hot and unbearable cries. At this moment, she was just a sex animal purely pursuing carnal pleasure.

"Oh... I can't take it anymore... Anyone... anyone will do... put his thing... inside..."

Uncontrollable lust dominated her brain. Bai Suyan arched her body and rubbed her sensitive clitoris with both hands. She kept thrusting in and out of her wet honey pot, and the pleasure brought made her tremble even more violently.

"Slut."

A disdainful snort entered her ears, and Bai Suyan, who was in the midst of her ardent pursuit of orgasm, shuddered. Like a startled rabbit, she fell off the bed and stared at the pair of cold eyes in the darkness.

"You wretch. How can you do this to your father?"

The silver spider-like markings on his chest were dazzlingly bright. His muscular body was clad tightly in black night clothes, and his deep, bright pupils, like ink stars, flashed with murderous intent about to erupt.

The newcomer was none other than Bai Suyan's "son." One of the Three Heroes, "Cold Asura" Dugu Bingxin.

Chapter Three Cold-Blooded Asura

"Bing... Bingxin... it's you...?"

Waves of chilling murderous intent surged up, causing Bai Suyan's body to tremble slightly, and her voice to shake.

Dugu Bingxin was like an Asura emerging from the darkness. Without any visible movement, he was already in front of Bai Suyan.

"You shameless woman! As soon as Father left, you committed those lewd and outrageous acts in your own room. Do you have no shame or chastity left?"

The fierce accusation didn't sound like a conversation between mother and son, but Bai Suyan was no pushover either. Recovering from her initial shock, her face flushed red, and she angrily said, "Bingxin! How dare you barge into your mother's boudoir?"

Dugu Bingxin raised her right hand and slapped Bai Suyan across the face with a "smack." Although she didn't use her true energy, the merciless force left a clear handprint on the latter's beautiful face, and a shocking trickle of blood flowed from the edge of her red lips.

Bai Suyan seemed stunned, stammering, "You...you dare hit me...you dare hit my mother...?!"

Dugu Bingxin coldly replied, "I have never acknowledged your status as a lowly woman. This slap is a warning. If you dare to call yourself my mother again, I'll knock your teeth out!"

"You...you dare to treat me like this...I will definitely tell your father..."

Bai Suyan clearly sensed that Dugu Bingxin's atmosphere was different from usual. Her previous excited expression had turned into fear and panic. Her nearly naked body curled up and trembled on the ground, her plump, fair breasts heaving violently.

A cold smile flashed across Dugu Bingxin's handsome face as he said, "Lowly woman! You...Shuiyuan won't have that chance!"

Hearing this, Bai Suyan trembled violently as if pierced by an arrow, her face turning pale.

"You...you want to kill me...you actually want to kill your mother..."

Dugu Bingxin sneered, "What's so strange about that? Didn't you also want to kill me?"

Bai Suyan hurriedly shook her head, "No! You misunderstand, I've never...never thought of that!"

Dugu Bingxin shook her head, "You're so cowardly, it really disappoints me. The assassin you sent was useless. I just used a little trick, and he confessed everything! You haven't forgotten, have you? I am the son of 'Dark Asura' Dugu Suiyu, the future heir of the 'Asura Hall'!"

"You...: What are you talking about...? When did I send someone to assassinate you...?" Bai Suyan trembled like a leaf, but suddenly a thought flashed through her mind.

"I understand! This was all your scheme, to eliminate my plans while your father was away,"

Dugu Bingxin sneered. "I never expected your brain, besides seducing men, to actually contain anything useful."

"You...you dare treat me like this...if your father finds out, he will absolutely not let you off...!"

"I dare to deal with you because I'm absolutely certain of success."

Dugu Bingxin surveyed Bai Suyan's beautiful, voluptuous body with the gaze of someone looking at livestock, but there was not a trace of lust in her eyes.

"Father went to attend the White Path Alliance's conference. When he returns, the only thing he'll see is your naked corpse and that of your 'old lover,' Chu Tianya. I'm sure that scene will be quite spectacular."

Bai Suyan was truly terrified this time, almost fainting on the spot.

"You...how did you know...?!"

Dugu Bingxin's face was expressionless, but her tone was as cold as frost in June.

"If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place!" "You've done so many good deeds for the 'Shura Hall,' killing you, you vile woman, wouldn't be unjust."

Bai Suyan shook her head desperately, her eyes filled with a desperate plea.

"No—don't kill me! I know I was wrong."

"You vile woman! It's too late to repent now."

Perhaps knowing that Dugu Bingxin would always be ruthless in destroying Yihua, Bai Suyan, cornered with no way out, began her final counterattack.

"Say so many high-sounding excuses! Actually, you want to kill me only because I know your shameful secret! Isn't that right?"

A glint of malice flashed in Dugu Bingxin's eyes as she rebuked, "You vile woman! What else do you want to say now?"

Bai Suyan suddenly laughed unnaturally, her distorted face possessing a tragic beauty.

"Startled? Ever since I knew you had absolutely no interest in me, I've had my suspicions! Now, seeing your reaction only confirms my suspicions: you have an abnormal sexual fetish! You like men. Isn't that right?"

Dugu Bingxin's face turned from pale to ashen, his eyes blazing with murderous intent as he walked towards Bai Suyan.

"You bitch! You're digging your own grave!"

Bai Suyan laughed hysterically, tears streaming down her face, "Even if you can kill me to silence me, it won't change the fact that you have homosexual tendencies: you and your father are the same, neither of you can be considered real men."

"Shut up!"

Only the dead can truly shut up forever, and Dugu Bingxin's move this time was to shut this annoying bitch's noisy mouth forever. So even facing Bai Suyan, whose martial arts were worlds apart from his own, he still used a weapon he shouldn't have used lightly—the "Shura Shuttle"!

The gentle, swift movement of the shuttle left no trace of its trajectory, yet it weaved a dense web of love that embraced death. When the dazzling light pierced her body, it would be the moment Bai Suyan's life ended. However, due to the intervention of another external force, her final moments were abruptly postponed.

A concentrated sword aura shot out from behind Bai Suyan, spreading in a fan shape. With several crisp clangs, it managed to knock down all three of Dugu Bingxin's "Asura Shuttles"!

"Who?!"

Dugu Bingxin's cold, handsome face was filled with boundless killing intent. He had already secretly activated his "Asura Undying Body" within his meridians. The opponent had managed to infiltrate the room silently, and even rescue her without his knowledge. He knew only his father, "Dark Asura" Dugu Suiyu, could achieve such skill, but this was definitely not him. Who possessed such ability?

"You can't even recognize your mother's old flame?"

A voice thick with drunkenness reached her ears, but what surprised Dugu Bingxin most was that the voice came from behind her. Yet the sword energy that had saved Bai Suyan was clearly aimed at her face! Dugu Bingxin recalled a legendary technique, "A person is severed before the eyes, but the sword is at the ends of the earth!" The sword at the ends of the earth! "Leaving the sword!" Chu Tianya!… Dugu

Bingxin said, almost spitting out the words, "Chu, Tian, Ya! You, are, not, dead."

The voice behind her said lazily and slowly, "Many have wanted me dead, but I've always lived well. After all, someone who has died once cherishes the preciousness of life."

Bai Suyan, like a drowning swimmer, desperately tried to grab the rope Shao Gen had thrown into the water, screaming hysterically,

"Tianya!! Is that you?! I knew you wouldn't abandon me: come save me! Take me away from here!" The

untimely cry for help shattered the perfect balance of power. Dugu Bingxin seized this fleeting opportunity, letting out a roar as she spun around, unleashing a devastating chop to the head and a sweeping kick to her groin—a thunderous attack that showed no mercy. This was proof that her mastery of the "Asura Body Killing Technique" far surpassed that of her brother, Dugu Hanxin.

Chu Tianya snorted coldly, pointing out with his right little finger. The force of his finger, like an autumn wind sweeping up fallen leaves, carried an indescribable sorrow and parting grief—the "Tianya Lijian" technique, now known as "Wind Sweeps Away the Ruins!"

An indescribable sorrow enveloped him. Dugu Bingxin, her "Heaven and Earth Shattering" technique driven by murderous intent, could no longer be used. However, Dugu Bingxin was, after all, one of the most skilled among the younger generation. Though startled, she remained calm. Her right palm, wielding the "Asura Blade," mercilessly severed the Sorrow that clung to her, while three fingers of her left palm, imbued with dark energy, silently pierced towards Chu Tianya's dantian. Sharp and pointed like a cone, this was another killing technique from her body-killing arts—the Midnight Judgment! It was derived from the saying, "If the King of Hell wants someone dead at midnight, he will not let them live until dawn."

Chu Tianya's expression changed, and he said with a hint of anger, "I have already shown mercy. Don't push me too far!"

With a flick of her arm, she unleashed a swirling sword aura, like autumn water, as if the wind were weeping. As the "Separating Meridian Sword Aura" was released into space, it seemed to simultaneously slicing through the void. Dugu Bingxin was horrified to discover that she could no longer control the distance between herself and Chu Tianya: no more! With

space severed, the visuals were like a shattered mirror; even the "sense of existence" became illusory and distorted, let alone the crucial "sense of distance" in a fight: visual distortion, and the inability to control the airflow... Dugu Bingxin... The "formlessness of form and emptiness" rendered the hero useless. Faced with an unprecedented scene, even the composed Dugu Bingxin couldn't help but fall into doubt and fear. However, relying on her confidence in the "Asura Undying Body," she decided to confront Li Jianzhi head-on, turning the possibility of killing Ji Yi into a chance to survive.

Confident that no one could break through the "Asura Undying Body" protected by nine layers of true qi, she watched helplessly as Chu Tianya's little finger pierced her chest. The sound of breaking bones brought back a long-lost feeling of pain. The Undying

Body was actually no match for Li Jianzhi's sword qi. "This finger, 'A Cloak of Misty Rain, Let Life Take Its Course,' is a move I created specifically to break the 'Hell Walk' protective qi. Compared to that, your immature Undying Body is just a paper armor." "The drunkenness in Chu Tianya's eyes vanished, and he said coldly.

Dugu Bingxin was defeated. The defeat was inevitable, but there was still a mission to complete.

Suppressing the pain, Chu Tianya activated the "Chaotic Dawn Before the Light" technique of his Undying Body. His true energy, which was on the verge of collapse, was reorganized. Although it was only enough to barely repel the sword energy that had entered his body, it was enough to preserve a glimmer of life in the darkness of killing intent.

Moreover, he severed the connection between his intention and the force, keeping a portion of the sword energy that had left his meridians in his dantian. Looking at Dugu Bingxin, who was coughing up blood and retreating, Chu Tianya had no intention of pressing his advantage. He had not come to kill her in the first place; he was only forced to fight to protect himself.

Bai Suyan, however, did not share Chu Tianya's thoughts. Pointing at the disheveled Dugu Bingxin, she shrieked at Chu Tianya, "Tianya, what are you doing? Can't you see how badly he has bullied me!" "Kill him quickly to avenge me!"

Chu Tianya said somewhat awkwardly, "Put your clothes back on first."

The woman, whose body was completely exposed, seemed to have no shame at being stared at. She stamped her foot and scolded, "That damned brat saw my whole body. If you really value my innocence, then kill this scoundrel who offended me!"

Dugu Bingxin sneered, "More than a hundred people have seen your body. I'm afraid Chu Tianya really can't kill that many with just one finger."

Bai Suyan's beautiful face turned pale. "Tianya, look at what this brat is talking about. Can you bear to see him bully me like this?"

Dugu Bingxin took a deep breath and stood proudly, "Kill me if you want. As the son of Asura, I will never beg for mercy from my enemy. But even if you kill me, don't expect me to take back what I said." Chu

Tianya glanced at Dugu Bingxin, then at Bai Suyan, and finally sighed, "I won't kill you, but I can't leave Suyan in this dangerous place. I'll take her away. If Dugu Suiyu wants her, tell him to come find me."

Bai Suyan's face changed, "Wh...what? Tianya, you're taking me away?"

"Of course, do you still want to stay and be the first wife?"

The sarcasm in his words was obvious. Bai Suyan knew that she had been exposed and

had nowhere to go in the "Shura Hall." But the thought of giving up her comfortable and noble life to follow Chu Tianya to the ends of the earth was still difficult to bear.

However, she was also quick-witted and knew that Chu Tianya was her only hope now. She quickly changed her expression from tears to laughter and from anger to joy, saying, "How could I think that?" "I'm tired of this caged bird life. From today onwards, I truly belong to you. Wherever you go, I'll follow."

Chu Tianya's face lit up with joy upon hearing this. Although he was exceptionally intelligent and skilled in martial arts, he still couldn't overcome the hurdle of "love." Hearing Bai Suyan's "sincere" desire to elope with him, he was overjoyed.

"If you take her away, you'll definitely regret it."

Chu Tianya turned to Dugu Bingxin and said, "Tell your father that I, Chu, have taken his wife away. I will personally apologize for any rudeness another day."

Dugu Bingxin's face turned pale, and she coldly said, "I will relay every word."

"Very well, please forgive my rudeness." "

After saying this, Chu Tianya carried Bai Suyan away from the scene. When only Dugu Bingxin remained in the room, a cold smile appeared on her icy face as she muttered to herself, 'Chu Tianya, Chu Tianya... This is trouble you brought upon yourself. I'll just let you and that slut go to hell to be a pair of lovebirds...'

The air was thick with the stench of blood. Naraku walked past the piles of corpses on the ground, his attitude still as relaxed as if he were strolling in his own garden. Faced with such a scene, he seemed to be used to it.

In the black mist, he was greeted by a pair of dull, wrinkled eyes, but within them seemed to burn with endless desire."

A chilling murderous aura emanated from the prison king, who sat on the stone chair. Such a murderous aura was completely incompatible with his outward appearance. Only Naraku, who had followed the old man the longest, knew how astonishing his strength was hidden beneath that withered and emaciated body.

The only person on the entire "Black Prison" island who could ignore the King of Hell's murderous aura was Naraku. He first threw a charming smile at the man with the amputated arm, then said, "Is your old ailment acting up again?"

The King of Hell, pulling at his pale, disheveled hair, said hoarsely, "This ailment has been with me for over thirty years. Every time it flares up, only killing makes me feel better. Ironically, when it flares up, I can't even kill an ant, otherwise that old ghost's successor would have been torn to pieces long ago!"

Naraku laughed, "The reason I spared his life is precisely so that when you can act, you, King of Hell, can kill him yourself."

The King of Hell revealed a cruel, ugly smile, saying, "Naraku, you understand my heart. Where is he?"

Naraku walked behind the King of Hell's stone chair and said, "I'll bring him up later to give the King of Hell blood." "Now, let me give you a massage to soothe your body."

The Prison King nodded and said, "Alright, it's been a long time since I've enjoyed your skills."

Naraku smiled and said, "I certainly won't disappoint you." He stretched out his slender, white fingers, like spring onions, and was about to press down on the Prison King's back when he suddenly heard the latter say, "Wait a minute."

A strange light flashed in Naraku's eyes, and his hands, which were frozen in the air, did not tremble at all. He smiled and said, "What is it?"

The Prison King did not turn around, but just played with his beard with a middle finger, and said thoughtfully, "How long have you been following me, Naraku?"

Naraku smiled and said, "Almost ten years, isn't it?"

"Ten years..." The Prison King murmured, "Ten years is quite a long time.

" Naraku's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he smiled faintly, "The Prison King seems to have a lot on his mind today. I wonder what's the reason?"

"I was just thinking..." The King of Hell said leisurely, "What is the reason that you, who have followed me for ten years, would choose to attack me today...?"

Naraku's expression changed, his elegant smile suddenly replaced by murderous intent, but he quickly turned to a bitter smile and said, "I still couldn't hide it from you. How did you figure it out?"

The King of Hell didn't answer the question, but simply said, "Very good! As expected of someone who has followed me for so many years, you didn't do anything stupid like refusing to admit your mistakes and making me angrier, proving that I wasn't wrong about you. You are indeed a smart person."

"But I'm still not as smart as you," Naraku said with a bitter smile.

"I've lived my whole life living next to death. No matter how well you hide your murderous intent, you can't fool my senses."

"Not taking that into account was my miscalculation."

"For someone as outstanding as you to be willing to sacrifice ten years of your prime to serve by the side of this old man, there must be a very compelling reason. Before I cut you off, can you tell me? That would at least make your journey less painful."

"You're still as confident as ever," Naraku shook his head and said, "Ten years of waiting. Since I dared to choose this day to make my move, do you think I would dare to take this risk if I didn't have a certain degree of certainty?"

"Of course not. With your personality, you would definitely plan carefully before acting." The King of Hell said, "So I'm also curious, what kind of person is the helper you invited? I suppose the prisoners on the island wouldn't have the guts to do this. So, he must be someone who just arrived on the island. Is he Fu Ren, that old laughing ghost?"

Even now, the two were still talking casually, the atmosphere was peaceful and natural, and there was no hint of the impending storm.

"To deal with you, sir, Naraku would naturally dare not hold back in the slightest." Naraku suddenly raised his voice, "Brother Long, Brother Xiao, you can both come out now."

As soon as he finished speaking, two tall and elegant young men with extraordinary bearing emerged from the thick fog. Both of them wore embarrassed expressions, like children caught red-handed doing something wrong.

The King of Hell pointed to the blue-robed, handsome man on the right and said, "I remember, you are the successor of that Laughing Old Ghost, named Xiao Yao... something like that. And who is this unfamiliar face? Your esteemed presence graces our island; please forgive this old man for not fulfilling his duty as a host."

The man on the left looked confused for a moment. He had expected to see a ruthless demon, but instead, he was a frail old man. The reality was too different from his expectations, which inevitably dampened his fighting spirit by half.

As if sensing the other's thoughts, Naraku smiled at him and said, "Brother Long, don't think that the Prison King is a weak old man. You should know that these corpses on the ground, even if they were all powerful figures, would not last three moves against him."

The man on the left frowned and looked at the Prison King, saying, "Did you kill all these people on the ground?"

"Why use such childish provocations? Do you think I wouldn't admit what I've done?" The Prison King sneered, "That's right, I killed all these people."

The man on the left asked with an iron face, "Why did you kill them?"

The Prison King said arrogantly, "Because of my power, do I need any other reason?"

The man on the left fell silent, but then he exuded an aura that was not quite killing intent, but even more domineering and awe-inspiring than killing intent, a feeling as vast as an ice field, yet sharp and cold.

The King of Hell was moved and said, "Oh! Such power... So Naraku, you really have found a decent helper. No wonder you dared to attack me today! Among the younger generation, it's quite rare to find someone with your level of skill.

I'll ask you one more time, what's your name?"

The man on the left stared at the King of Hell and said in a deep voice, word by word. ““Natural Enemy” Long Bufei.”

Chapter Four Unexpected Calamity

“Natural Enemy?” The Prison King sneered, “What a resounding title. But even if you can truly be my enemy, you can’t overcome this unexpected calamity.”

“Natural Enemy is just a title given to me by friends in the martial world. I, Long, have never had the thought of going against the will of Heaven, and I respect justice and righteousness above all else. It’s just that you, old man, have killed too many people and your hands are covered in

blood. Now that I know about this, I have no choice but to try to stop you.” The Prison King scoffed, “So, another self-proclaimed chivalrous person! I’ve seen many people like you, but these are often the ones who scream the most pitifully when I skin them alive.”

Long Bufei’s expression changed, “You are truly hopeless!”

Seeing that the relationship between the two sides was on the verge of exploding, Xiao Yao, who had not spoken until now, suddenly said, “We can also choose not to be enemies with Yi Yue, as long as Yi Yue can give us the Yi Tu Ming from your collection so that we can leave this island.” "

Upon hearing this, the Prison King, whose expression had been blank, suddenly turned around and swept his gaze upon Naraku with a fierce and piercing look.

'Did you tell them?'

Naraku smiled slightly, not denying it.

'Very well,' the Prison King's murderous aura suddenly intensified exponentially, an endless, chilling evil aura surging towards the three like a tidal wave.

'Since that's the case, I have no reason to show you any mercy!'

He hadn't expected that his words of confirmation would become the final straw that broke the camel's back, causing the two sides to turn against each other! A rare bitter smile appeared on Xiao Yao's usually composed and handsome face.

Understanding his companion's thoughts perfectly, Long Bufei comforted him, 'Don't blame yourself, Brother Xiao. Sooner or later, a fight was inevitable; it doesn't matter who ignites the fuse.'"

The Prison King sneered at them, saying, "You're absolutely right. Who wants to come up and die first? Or will we all come at once? The outcome won't be any different anyway."

"I'll go first..." Xiao Yao was about to speak and be the first to fight when

Long Bufei took a single step, leaping three zhang and landing on the Prison King's stone chair. "Brother Xiao, your injuries have just healed, and you shouldn't engage in fierce combat. Let me lead the charge." From a purely strategic perspective, Naraku, whose strength was unfathomable and who knew the enemy best, was the most suitable vanguard. However, Long Bufei couldn't truly trust Naraku, and besides, it was hard to say whether the other party even had the will. The Prison King's gaze fell on Long Bufei, his sharp killing intent concentrated and unreservedly radiating outwards. If someone were slightly off, they would likely die of fright in an instant. "So, you, this overly ambitious brat, came first? Judging by your strength—you certainly deserve to be my opponent. If you can survive within a hundred moves, I might consider sparing your life, at most severing your tendons and ligaments." Long Bufei shook his head, silent, a flicker of anger in his tiger-like eyes. "Your cruelty has left me with no reason to respect the elderly!" No longer wanting any further interaction with this monstrous, bloodthirsty old man, he unleashed a simple right palm strike, devoid of any fancy variations, just a pure, forceful palm strike. Yet, the whistling wind revealed a thunderous, heavy power contained within. The Prison King didn't even glance at him, coldly sneering, casually pointing a finger. He thought he could easily intercept the palm strike, but after the initial clash of their forces, he realized how terribly wrong he was! Forget about saving face. The Prison King's withered, short body seemed to sprout wings, leaping and flipping backward. The stone chair he had been sitting on exploded into dust with a "boom!" The ground beneath it was cleaved open like paper, sending a deep crack through the air, and dust filled the sky. Naraku had already moved to a safe distance the moment Long Bufei made his move, but now, like the Prison King, he stared in astonishment at the still godlike figure emerging from the dust cloud. Although he knew that his "natural enemy," Long Bufei, was not weak, he still hadn't expected him to be this strong! Stronger than he had imagined! Things seemed to be getting even more interesting. Naraku's lips curled into a smile that no one could detect, as he decided to remain an observer. In contrast to Naraku's expression was the Prison King's face, which was now pale and twisted, making it appear even more hideous and ferocious. "Good lad...! I admit I underestimated you just now, but miracles don't happen twice. The price for provoking me will be your repentance in hell." The Prison King, his eyes flashing with a chilling, lightning-like light, had truly abandoned his underestimation of his opponent and was now determined to kill Long Bufei, the second person in his life to inflict such humiliation upon him. His right middle finger swelled to twice its normal size as he unleashed his signature move, the "Disaster Finger"! Although Long Bufei was unaware of his opponent's martial arts prowess, his countless battles had made him incredibly sensitive to killing intent. Seeing the finger strikes sweeping towards him like a storm, he dared not be careless. He focused his mind, merging with the heavens and earth externally while internally circulating his energy endlessly, his aura perfectly natural and impenetrable. However, this tight defense was utterly vulnerable in the Prison King's eyes. The middle finger first vibrated violently, creating undulating waves of energy that disrupted the stillness of the void. The strange and domineering true energy forcefully locked Long Bufei's limbs. The instant he was surprised to find his movements restricted, the cunning finger force transformed into a sorceress serpent, burrowing into his brain without warning. The excruciating pain almost made Long Bufei scream, but more than the pain was confusion and bewilderment. Why did his prized "Guardian of Heaven and Earth" seem utterly useless against the Prison King's finger force? The Prison King exuded an aura of demonic dominance, raising his finger menacingly at Long Bufei and declaring, "With my impending doom before me, any martial arts master is utterly worthless trash!" Seeing Long Bufei suffer a significant injury in a single exchange, and seemingly without any apparent cause, the bewildered Xiao Yao turned to the only person who could answer his questions. However, Naraku merely shrugged helplessly and said, "Don't look at me. If I could unravel the secret of his 'Disaster Finger,' I would have acted long ago during the 'Ten Years of Imprisonment' event." Although he knew the other wouldn't lie at this moment, Xiao Yao was still furious and wanted to beat this transvestite to a pulp. The answer to the "Immediate Immortality" event was obvious; Naraku was using them as test subjects to find the Prison King's weaknesses. Although this was expected, the feeling of being used was still unpleasant. Wiping the blood from his face, even facing an unprecedented and unexpected move, Long Bufei's fighting spirit remained undiminished. His reputation as "Natural Enemy" was no accident; it was all earned through the hard-won victories of his bare hands. He would never relinquish the land he had conquered. It was this unwavering belief in invincibility that made him the number one figure in the righteous path. "Old man Yi Yue truly lives up to his title as Lord of the Black Prison. Come again," the Prison King said, his gaze towards Long Bufei complex. "Young man, your martial arts and courage are the result of my years of living..." " The most outstanding junior I've ever seen in my life. If it weren't for the fact that you were misled by a scoundrel, I'd be reluctant to kill such a rare talent as you." Long Bufei said in a deep voice, "Do you want me to stay and be your male concubine like Naraku? I appreciate your kindness." His words were tantamount to cursing Naraku as well. Although one of the parties involved had no expression on his face, a dangerous glint flashed in his deep pupils. The other person's reaction was much more direct. "Since you won't listen to reason, then you can die!" The short body of the Prison King drifted towards Long Bufei as if it had lost its weight. Its strange trajectory made it impossible to predict his next move. The sand and gravel on the ground seemed to be attracted by some kind of force, moving along his path as if on a pilgrimage. But judging from its momentum, it was all heading towards blocking Long Bufei's movement. "Excellent! Yi Yue is the strongest opponent I have ever encountered in my life. If I don't go all out, it would be a disservice to myself and a disrespect to this battle." Long Bufei took a deep breath, his palms swirling, creating a whirlwind around him that quickly coalesced into a dragon-like aura, exuding a powerful and overwhelming pressure. Gathering his strength to the extreme, he released his hands, and the fierce vortex of energy shot out like a rainbow, heading straight for the Prison King. "Raging Dragon Tornado!" Facing the vicious attack, the Prison King was not alarmed but laughed instead: "This move does indeed have the momentum of a dragon, but unfortunately, I have a special hand for slaying dragons!" He kicked off and leaped into the air. When he reached the highest point, his swollen middle finger turned completely blackish-purple, and then fell in a swirling motion, shooting straight at Long Bufei's forehead like a thunderbolt. "A bolt from the blue." The two ultimate techniques clashed head-on, resulting in a deafening explosion. A massive surge of air roared and surged, the intense force splitting the ground into a crater, sending dust and sand billowing, and clearing away thick fog. Only the most elite fighters could remain unscathed within the battle's range. What was the outcome? A scene that filled Xiao Yao with utter despair unfolded before their eyes. The game of the strong losing and the stronger winning—the one defeated was none other than their "natural enemy," Long Bufei! He lay slumped on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth, clearly severely injured and unable to fight again anytime soon. The victorious Prison King appeared outwardly normal, but only he knew the truth. His outward calm was merely a facade to conceal his inner wounds. His internal organs, especially his lungs, felt as if they were tangled together and then knotted tightly. This battle was, in reality, nothing more than a Pyrrhic victory. The Prison King coughed a few times and chuckled, "It's been a long time since I've felt this injured. Young man, you are indeed a rare opponent. To show my respect for you, I've decided to abandon my plan to torture you and send you on your way in one swift and painless move!" "That won't do, old man!"

Seeing Long Bufei's life hanging by a thread, Yi Yue hesitated to intervene, mindful of a fair duel. However, now that the outcome was decided, one side was determined to eliminate the other, and even if it was called a tag-team attack, he couldn't care less.

Unexpectedly, just as Xiao Yao took a step to charge at Yi Yue, the Prison King turned to look at him and sneered, "Don't rush, I knew you'd be next."

A chilling aura suddenly appeared on his right without warning. Although startled, Xiao Yao remained calm and used the "Fleeting Glance" movement technique to nimbly evade the impending disaster. But before he could catch his breath, a new killing intent attacked from the left, striking his back with deadly accuracy.

"How is this possible...?! I didn't even see that old man make a move, so why am I being hit repeatedly?"

The same question that had flashed through Yizhi Longbufei's mind during his battle with the Prison King now appeared in Xiao Yao's mind as well. He barely swallowed the mouthful of blood that rose to his throat. Although his injuries had not yet healed, saving lives was the priority. He reached into the man's clothes, determined to launch a flying knife to relieve the attack even if it meant taking another hit.

"You're willing to sacrifice yourself to save your comrade, is that it? I admire your loyalty. I'll send you to hell to keep me company!"

The Prison King coldly finished speaking and flicked his finger. Xiao Yao first felt a familiar, eerie sensation wash over him. Before he could even figure out what was happening, his forehead felt like it had been struck heavily with an iron hammer. He could no longer stay conscious and collapsed to the ground.

The combined strength of the two young men was utterly defeated by the prison warden in just a few exchanges, demonstrating that his evil arts had reached the level of the three giants of the demonic sects. Xiao Yao had also misjudged the enemy's strength; if they had joined forces from the start, they might have had a chance.

However, Naraku should have known the prison king's strength best, yet he watched helplessly as his recruits were defeated by the latter. Did he not understand the principle of mutual dependence?

The same question arose with the prison king, but he only saw this as a feint to prolong his life. Even injured, he was confident he could defeat Naraku.

"Choosing to betray me was the biggest and last mistake of your life, Naraku."

Naraku Shizukaichi glanced at the two heavily injured and unconscious men on the ground, his eyes revealing a look that seemed both regretful and mocking.

"You did well. Now, give me your father."

Naraku walked towards the Prison King, his beautiful face displaying a calm majesty and a noble air, a quality completely different from his current state after being amputated.

"Do you know why I waited until they were both down before making my move?"

"Why?" the Prison King sneered, only realizing as soon as the words left his mouth that he had unconsciously continued the conversation, though he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't help himself.

"Because those two still have some use to me. If they saw my true abilities, I would have had to kill them to silence them. Speaking of which, I should thank you for knocking them both unconscious, saving me a lot of trouble."

The Prison King's face darkened. "What do you mean by that? Do you still think you can defeat me?"

Naraku smiled and said, "Even after being amputated, I wasn't confident, but because of the battle just now, I finally discovered the weakness in your martial arts."

The Prison King's withered face twitched, his voice as unpleasant as the hooting of an owl in the night. "

My martial arts have weaknesses? What nonsense are you spouting, you bastard!"

Naraku's smile remained, but his tone had turned icy.

"I'm not spouting nonsense. You're just a shameless fellow who plagiarized the techniques from the 'Selfless Demon Scripture' and claimed them as your own creation, yet you're still bragging about it. You're the one who's truly talking nonsense."

The Prison King shuddered upon hearing this, as if struck by lightning, then gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to tear Naraku apart alive, saying, "So this is your true purpose in approaching me… Naraku, who are you?!"

"Still asking such questions now, Ye Qiu Can, you're really getting senile," Naraku shook his head.

The Prison King's body trembled violently, his eyes flashing with a devilish light.

"How do you know my real name?!" "

If you weren't the swift and decisive Ye Qiucan who stole the 'Selfless Demon Scripture' from the Void Realm, why would I waste ten years of my golden years on an old geezer like you?"

The Prison King pointed at Naraku and hoarsely said, "You...you're from the Upper Dao Realm...?!"

"Extinction of all living beings, only the Upper Dao exists." Naraku smiled and said, "The Upper Dao Realm will never tolerate betrayal by familiars. Have you forgotten, Ye Qiucan?"

The Prison King, after all, was a man who had seen many storms. He calmed down from his shock, took a deep breath, and coldly said, "Even if you really are a shikigami sent by the Upper Dao Realm to deal with me, the current Prison King is not the familiar he once was. It won't be so easy for you to take back the Selfless Demon Scripture from me!" "

Whether it's the Prison King or the swift and decisive Ye Qiucan, the fact that shikigami are above familiars will never change."

"Oh, really?" the Prison King sneered. "Then let this old man break this supposedly unchanging law of the past four hundred years!"

Jun Tianxie felt that he was "definitely in the year of bad luck, everything was going wrong, and the transformation of Tao Yi was particularly severe, otherwise how could he have fallen into such a miserable predicament?"

After obtaining the operation method of Er Tu Ming and the path to the Black Prison from Yan Xing, leaving behind the half-crippled Yi Yue and the still frozen Third in the World, the siblings immediately set sail, intending to head straight to the island to rescue the people.

Everything was going smoothly at first, although the sea was dangerous, they surprisingly possessed a... Jun Tianjiao, with her excellent boatmanship (which, upon reflection, might be the reason "Prison Breaker" sent her on this mission), and her keen intuition that allowed her to detect undercurrents and reefs beneath the surface and avoid them in advance, ensured that the two siblings arrived at their destination safely. Unexpectedly,

as soon as the boat docked, the idle island prisoners, simply looking for "new companions" to have fun, swarmed aboard. When they discovered that this boat wasn't used for transporting prisoners as before, and that the boatman hadn't died as the mistress of the island, their joy was simply... The phrase "overjoyed" aptly describes their reaction.

Ignoring the woman in red and the boy in plain clothes on the boat, the criminals immediately tried to capture them and force them to reveal how they entered the island. Some criminals, seeing Jun Tianjiao's unparalleled beauty, were already verbally defiant. Jun Tianjiao, with her frosty expression, didn't refute them verbally, but instead suddenly lashed out with her whip, leaving several men with bloodied skin before they could react. By the time Jun Tianjiao tried to stop them, it was too late.

Enraged, the crowd immediately surrounded her, their killing intent palpable. Jun Tianjiao, outnumbered but fearless, wielded her long whip with impeccable skill and deadly precision. Yi, still having time, said to Jun Tianxie, "I'll stay here, you go rescue them."

Jun Tianxie knew that every second counted; every moment wasted increased the danger. Without saying much, he simply nodded and, like a nimble cat, tumbled off the boat. The moment his feet touched solid ground, three fierce-looking criminals attacked him, showing no mercy despite their numbers or the fact that they were the weaker one. With the possibility of escaping the island, everyone's conscience was irrelevant.

Jun Tianxie laughed at the three attackers, "Three adults bullying a child, that's unacceptable."

"Saying one thing and meaning another" was his best weapon for feigning self-preservation when he was about to be annihilated. While he appeared to be begging for mercy, he had already secretly activated the power of "Evil Nirvana." Taking advantage of his opponents' moment of surprise,

he unleashed a barrage of "Nirvana Armor-Dissolving Sword" energy, shooting highly concentrated innate true energy at the three of them. As expected, the enemies fell to the ground, collapsing like piles of mud, unable to even blink.

"Sorry, the sword energy will dissipate in three days. You'd better watch yourselves."

Leaving behind a remark that sounded nothing short of gloating, Jun Tianxie had already vanished from the scene like an arrow. He wasn't worried about Jun Tianjiao's safety at all; the Phoenix Whip combined with the "Icy Intent Technique" was more than enough for her to protect herself, especially since Jun Tianxie believed the "Phoenix's" strength was far from over. What

he was more worried about was how to find Xiao Yao and Long Bufei in this godforsaken place. He

fully activated "Unmoved Evil Heart," concealing his aura while simultaneously searching every corner of the island with the Soul-Locking Heart Technique.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sense the presence of Long Bufei and Xiao Yao. There were only two possibilities: either they were both dead, or they were both unconscious.

Either way, it was incredibly frustrating. Overexertion was simply not in his nature, Jun Tianxie thought with a bitter smile.

He had no choice but to resort to that method.

Jun Tianxie took a deep breath, circulating his true energy in his palms. Suddenly, he let out a long roar, his arms striking upwards. The immense energy transformed into a swirling shockwave, sweeping outwards in all directions from his own center. Affected by this power, the clouds and miasma instantly vanished, revealing clear visibility within a radius of about a mile.

"Releasing Nirvana True Energy all at once, such an astonishing flow should spread throughout the entire island. Unless they are truly dead, they will definitely sense this atmospheric fluctuation. However, the enemy will also notice it; it just depends on which side is faster."

Jun Tianxie showed a rare look of fatigue, but dared not delay for a moment. He chose a large rock and hid in the shadows, preparing to wait for enemies or allies who might come alerted by the news.

Not long after, a figure came running from afar, seemingly carrying two people under its arms. Jun Tianxie was overjoyed at the sight. Could it be that his luck was finally turning around?

The two people being dragged under his arm were none other than Long Bufei and Xiao Yao.

Jun Tianxie didn't have time to ponder how they were being carried like puppets by this effeminate and handsome man. Just looking at the latter's disordered breathing and pale face, he knew the man was injured. Even if they were to turn on each other later, he was confident he could kill them. Without further hesitation, he leaped from his hiding place, blocking the handsome man's path, and tried to maintain a non-hostile smile, saying, "Brother, please wait a moment, I have something to discuss." The man initially showed slight surprise, but after meeting Jun Tianxie's gaze, he trembled, his face contorted with disbelief, and exclaimed, "The Holy Emperor?"

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