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Even a nascent soul cultivator must give it their all when facing the Fulong Array.

Yuanxi did not stop.

The Five-Grade Talisman in his grasp was torn open, its power doubling instantly as blood served as the catalyst.

Thousands of attacks hit Yuanwang simultaneously.

Thunder rolls, the heavens churn, cold water like blades, and icy winds howl.

In a blink of an eye, the sky seemed about to collapse, and everyone felt heavy in their hearts.

Yuan Xi held her sword, hesitating whether to charge forward, when a figure was kicked out of the swamp.

The cultivator who fought against Yuan Wang.

He was covered in sword wounds, his clothes soaked through with blood, and his face was shrouded in a heavy aura of death. His breath was weak and fading.

Yuan Xi couldn't bring herself to be merciful at this time. She set the person down and, sword in hand, charged towards the direction of the Fúlóng Formation.

Before he could reach the formation, a dark-patterned black dragon roared and shot straight into the sky, shattering the five water dragons that were coiled around it.

The gloomy sky was ripped open by a crack, and a man stood poised in mid-air, his long sword held aloft. His long hair flowed behind him, his sword eyebrows prominent, and his eyes sparkled with determination.

It's Yuemang!

He broke through the ranks, it wasn't easy. He had many scars on his body, and his chest was soaked with fresh blood.

But he carried himself with an air of arrogance and ruthlessness, showing no sign of weakness despite his injuries.

Yu Wang's eyes shone like stars, his sword light dazzling and piercing. It slashed down through the empty air.

A powerful sense of oppression suddenly descended, forming an invisible wall around them, making it hard for people to breathe.

The gap between Nascent Soul and Golden Core is like a chasm, impossible to bridge.

One move can decide the outcome.

The menacing sword qi, like a serpent or wolf, was fiercely aggressive as it surged towards Yuan Xi.

Sword Qi ripped through Yuan Xi's robes, tearing through her defenses in an instant, delivering a fatal blow!

Yuan Xi put up a full resistance, but was still sent flying hundreds of meters with a single blow, his bones shattered.

From the shoulders to the waist, a deep bloodstain is visible down to the bone.

She covered her waist with one hand and supported herself with a sword in the other, struggling to stand up.

Yu Wang stood there, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Xiao Xi," he said softly, "since I've spared your life, don't keep thinking about dying. Otherwise, it would be a waste of my brotherly affection."

On a face as gentle as jade, there was only infinite coldness and determination. "Several years ago, I should have died. To add another wound to you, to cut away another piece of flesh, is all profit."

What is there to fear about death?

It's just a reunion with my parents.

For Yuan Xi, the most painful thing was to live and watch Yuan Wang get better day by day.

Yuan Wang let out two disbelieving clicks of his tongue and shook his head with a hint of exasperation. "You righteous cultivators always seem to do the stupidest things. Living is so much better! At least you still have a chance for revenge. Dead… are you planning on watching me ascend to immortality in the underworld?"

As soon as his voice fell, the playful glint in his eyes was instantly replaced by a murderous gleam.

Suddenly appearing before Yuan Xi, the sword in his hand was engulfed by black, emanating a sinister aura.

Since you don't want to live anymore, then big brother will help you.

The blade was like a waterfall of light, swift and heavy, pressing down on time and space. In the blink of an eye, it shot towards Yuan Xi's heart.

Bang!

Suddenly, a fiery giant tree sprang up from the ground. It grew to thousands of meters in height, towering over Yuan Wang instantly, and continued to grow endlessly.

Upon closer inspection, the red turned out to be a raging inferno. Each flame burned with an eerie intensity, resembling countless faces with diverse expressions, contorting and screaming…

Yuanwang was caught off guard, his heart jolted by the sudden attack. The flames tore through his defenses in an instant, scorching his skin and coming dangerously close to piercing him.

At the same time, in North Forest, a cold wind howled. A purple light pierced through the trees and clouds, and rich spiritual energy spread rapidly like snakes and vines through the jungle.

In the blink of an eye, it was enveloped by the swamp all around, scrambling frantically up the blazing giant tree.

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, mingled with the sound of silver bells ringing.

Time and space seem to freeze with the sound of the bell.

A powerful and terrifying force is approaching silently.

Yuanshi was unable to move, she could only stand there and feel the approach of death.

Suddenly, a huge hand grabbed her collar, breaking the shackles and tearing through space, carrying her to travel thousands of miles away in an instant.

Yuan Xi was thrown to the ground with a thud, his body covered in a mixture of blood and sweat, looking utterly disheveled.

A pair of feet clad in ornate boots appeared before her, followed by a sword that shimmered with silver.

"Are you Yuan Wang's brother?"

The clear, male voice was hoarse and weak, yet chillingly cold, with a hint of killing intent.

Yuan Xi struggled to raise her head, first stunned by the unbelievably handsome face of the male cultivator. When she caught sight of his pair of purple eyes, she instantly realized that the person before her was not human, but the demon king in disguise.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

A silver, cold light sword rested across her long, fair neck.

"I'm giving you a chance to live. Just tell me the truth."

Be honest?

Yuan Xi wasn't afraid of death, but if she had the chance to live and continue to oppose Yuan Wang, she would seize it with both hands.

He killed his parents and wiped out his entire clan. I have an unbreakable feud with him, and I will never stop pursuing vengeance until he is dead.

Yuan Xi said this calmly, lowering her eyes and waiting for the sword master's reaction.

The air fell silent.

After a few breaths, the man sheathed his sword and let out a chuckle. "Patricide and matricide? Interesting."

"Do you want to kill him with your own hands? I can help you..." The man's voice was laced with a hint of temptation.

Yuan Xi lightly lifted her head, bumping into the man's purple eyes. Her mind went blank for a moment, almost losing her defenses and being controlled by his divine consciousness.

Yuan Xi realized the danger, her divine sense concentrated. She reached out and pressed down on the wound on her abdomen. The pain caused her to instantly break free from the control of the person in front of her.

This man chuckled softly, bearing the weight of his wounds, his voice a little strained. "He'll still fight back… it seems things are getting complicated."

Yuan Xi fainted after hearing this sentence.

She had a feeling that this time, she might not be able to return to Gu Yizong.

When he opened his eyes again, Yuan Xi found himself lying on a bed, a warm tingling sensation around his neck.

She reached out and touched it, her expression stiffening.

On the smooth skin, an elegantly defined stroke appeared.

Tip of the finger delicately tracing, this character is — slave.

Yuanxi remembered the scene before she fainted, her heart sank to the bottom. She closed her eyes heavily.

She became a beast slave!

The Demon King Zi Mo stood before Yuan Xi with an air of composure, appearing neither hurried nor flustered.

He looked down at her, his finger gently tracing the inscription on Yuan Xi's neck near her carotid artery.

As long as ZiMo applied just a little more force, her fingertips could pierce YuXi's neck.

He held her fatal weakness in his hand, looking down at Yuan Xi with a condescending gaze, "A golden core cultivator who is over ten years old? Such a rare sight among humans. As long as you behave obediently, I'll help you flay and dismember Yuan Wang. What do you think?"

Yuan Xi wasn't agitated or worried. She calmly looked at the Demon King, "You haven't given me a chance to refuse."

"Not really, there's still a chance..." Zi Mo said softly, "Choosing death, you can be liberated."

When he spoke the word "death," a palpable aura of killing intent emanated from him.

With a jerk of his finger, he gripped Yuan Xi's neck tightly.

Yuanxi's heartbroken daze.

Chapter 3

(The End)