Irresistible

A giant tentacle radiating a seven-colored halo lashed out viciously from below with extreme brutality.

Half of the grand array's barrier could not even hold on for half a breath before it shattered into a sky full of spiritual light fragments.

"Ah—!"

The five disciples of the Dao One Sect, who were in the midst of bleeding themselves, did not even have time to let out a scream.

They were directly crushed into five glaring masses of bloody flesh by the frenzied tentacle, their divine souls completely shattered.

Amidst the sky full of blood rain.

Ye Chen's spotless, snow-white brocade robe was splashed with a few drops of foul blood.

He violently retreated several feet, and that perfect face which always wore a gentle smile finally completely twisted and tore!

"Who did this? Who exactly ruined this Dao Child's plan?!"

Ye Chen's eyes, like poison

Her chest violently smashed against the ground, ruthlessly squeezing the last breath of air from her lungs.

Blood frantically gushed from her bitten red lips, dyeing the mirror surface that reflected the sky.

But what was even more suffocating than the physical agony was the absolute crushing suppression coming from the depths of her soul, like a dimensional strike.

Ji Shuanghua's pupils suddenly lost their focus.

Her stunningly beautiful face, covered in blood and cold sweat, was pressed firmly against the freezing colored glaze.

In her mind, the flawless sword heart that represented her life of aloof pride was instantly covered in dense, spiderweb-like cracks under this single stomp.

Why?

I am an aloof sword immortal, I am a high and mighty heaven's chosen.

Beneath this man's foot, why was even my dignity as a human being completely stripped away, only fit to be reduced to a stepping stone for him to borrow strength?

Humiliation, anger, despair.

These emotions frantically intertwined and collided within her sea of consciousness.

However.

When that extreme masculine, domineering, and tyrannical sun blood energy transmitted through the sole of Gu Yang's boot and brutally rushed into her freezing bone marrow.

An extremely absurd and twisted sensation, one that made her body tremble uncontrollably, suddenly detonated!

Too strong.

That kind of absolute power, which required no flashy spells and relied solely on pure physical violence to completely crush everything she took pride in.

Like the most violent poison, it pierced with pinpoint accuracy into that suppressed soul of hers that had been imprisoned by aloofness for years.

A trace of extremely sickly crimson surged within Ji Shuanghua's originally cold eyes.

She did not struggle.

Her bloodstained fingers even dug fiercely into the glazed mirror surface.

Her nose, beaded with cold sweat, panted rapidly, and an extremely suppressed, even slightly sweet moan escaped from her throat.

Her hidden attribute, under Gu Yang's merciless trample, completely awakened!

"Buzz—!"

An unprecedentedly terrifying sword intent erupted from Ji Shuanghua's nearly limp body.

But that was absolutely not the pure and flawless frost-white sword intent of the Supreme Sword Sect.

It was a twisted product mixed with extreme humiliation, sickly submission, and an infinite infatuation with Gu Yang's domineering power.

Amidst the extreme cold, there was a nauseating stickiness and madness.

Black Frost Sword Hell!

Pitch-black frost, like countless twisting venomous snakes, frantically spread outward along Ji Shuanghua's body.

They did not attack Gu Yang.

Instead, like the lowliest of servants, they flatteringly avoided that tall, grey figure.

Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes did not even show the slightest ripple.

He did not even look down at the stunningly beautiful female cultivator beneath his feet who was undergoing a sickly nirvana.

The notification sound of triggering a task condition flashed through his sea of consciousness, only to be coldly blocked by him.

"Bang—!!!"

The muscles in Gu Yang's thighs instantly bulged to their limits.

Borrowing the extreme recoil from crushing the joints of Ji Shuanghua's spine.

He was like a dark gold cannonball tearing through the sound barrier.

Pulling an extremely ear-piercing, shrill sonic boom through the air, he charged straight toward the frenzied hundred-tier inner demon ahead!

And in the exact same breath that Gu Yang took to the air.

Ji Shuanghua's completely mutated Black Frost Sword Hell, like a black plague, frantically expanded in all directions.

As coincidence would have it.

It struck right at Ye Chen's riddled Righteous Aura Array hundreds of feet away!

Ye Chen was currently holding up the Mercy sword, struggling bitterly to fend off the hundred-tier inner demon's frenzied tentacles.

That hypocritical mask had long been torn away, his face covered in hideous bulging veins.

"Block it for me! Righteousness lasts forever!"

He frantically squeezed out the formation's last trace of pure yang righteous aura, attempting to form a turtle shell.

However.

The moment Ji Shuanghua's extremely twisted black frost sword intent, filled with sickly submission and cold demonic thoughts, touched the righteous aura.

"Sizzle—Boom!!!"

Like violently pouring the most concentrated boiling sulfuric acid over a piece of fresh raw meat.

These two diametrically opposed and utterly extreme energies produced the most fatal rejection and neutralization reaction!

Ye Chen's proud utmost rigidity and purity.

In front of Ji Shuanghua's absolute utmost baseness that had discarded all dignity and only sought to be trampled, it was simply as fragile as a single blow.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Ye Chen let out an incredibly shrill cry of terror.

He watched helplessly as his layer of pure white righteous barrier, like thin wax in a raging fire, was instantly dyed pitch black.

Then, it corroded and dissolved in massive swaths.

Turning into pools of foul-smelling black pus that dripped onto the glazed mirror surface.

His trump card was completely and absurdly stripped away.

Losing the protection of the array, Ye Chen's frail body was unreservedly exposed beneath the butcher's knife of the hundred-tier inner demon.

"No! I am the Child of Destiny! How could I die here!"

Ye Chen's eyes nearly split open as he swung his longsword in despair.

But the frenzied hundred-tier great demon gave him absolutely no chance to catch his breath.

A thick, seven-colored glazed tentacle brutally shattered his sword light.

"Bang!"

Like a fly with broken wings, Ye Chen wildly spurted blood as he was viciously smashed deep into the extremely hard glazed ground layer.

And all this chaos.

Was merely to pave an absolutely unobstructed path of death for that grey figure.

In midair.

Gu Yang's figure had already closed in on the hundred-tier inner demon's massive, mountain-like torso.

The extremely chaotic seven-colored halo and bloody wind made his coarse grey hemp garments flutter wildly.

His deep black eyes stared fixedly at a spot three inches below the inner demon's left rib.

That reversed scale core, which had been completely exposed due to attacking Ye Chen, was beating violently.

No hesitation.

No probing.

Gu Yang's right hand, bearing rough calluses, suddenly formed a knife with its fingers.

The cultivation route of the Great Sun Heaven Burning Sutra reversed frantically within his meridians.

A trace of dark gold flowing flame, extremely compressed and as profound as a black hole, suddenly condensed at his fingertips.

From the corner of his eye, Ye Chen firmly caught sight of that afterimage cutting into the battlefield like a streak of grey lightning.

His supreme serendipity that he had painstakingly plotted for years, that flawless glazed heart which was so close at hand.