You Are the Slave, I Am the Master

The shield, the dharma robe on his body...

"Pfft!"

Mo Bufan was like a swatted fly, flying backward at ten times the speed he had come.

He drew a tragic line of blood in the air and smashed heavily onto the edge of the black jade stairs.

"Blegh!"

Mo Bufan spewed blood wildly. Most of the bones in his body were broken, and his already disfigured face had now turned into a mass of mangled flesh.

"How could... how could she be so strong..."

Mo Bufan looked in horror at the woman standing in the center of the altar, looking like a demon god descending to the world.

The intelligence was wrong!

Is this what they call a weakened true spirit?!

"Run! Run!!"

In his mind, the Blood River Demon Venerable roared loudly, "If you don't run now, your soul will truly be destroyed!!"

Buzz—

A blinding blood-red light suddenly erupted from Mo Bufan's broken ring.

The Demon Venerable was going all out.

He didn't hesitate to burn the soul power he had slept for a hundred years to accumulate, wrapping up Mo Bufan, who was like a dead dog, turning into a burning blood-red meteor, and rushing desperately toward the passage they had come from.

Looking at the blood-red light that disappeared into the darkness of the passage like a stray dog.

Gu Yang felt a bit regretful.

"He ran fast."

If it were anyone else, they would definitely be annoyed at letting the tiger return to the mountain.

But Gu Yang wouldn't.

Mo Bufan was a "Child of Destiny" with great luck, the best treasure-hunting mouse.

Although he couldn't keep his life this time, he didn't miss out on any of the benefits he should have gotten.

Nine-Leaf Soul-Returning Grass, Netherworld Blood Spirit Flower...

And this final, greatest opportunity, is right here.

...

Above the altar, the silence was suffocating.

Only the sound of each other's breathing crossed in this empty underground space.

Tantai Jin leaned against the crystal coffin wall. Her black-and-gold imperial robe was messy, her collar wide open, revealing a breathtaking expanse of snow-white skin.

She was shivering.

Not because of the cold, and certainly not because of fear.

But because of a deep-seated heat from her soul.

Just now, the moment that damn ant fled, she tried to mobilize the last trace of demonic qi in her body to chase and kill him.

But as soon as that thought arose.

The golden rune deep in her brow grew hot.

Then, the originally murderous demonic qi unexpectedly dissipated instantly, turning into a numb, hot current that flowed down her spine, gathered in her dantian, and suddenly exploded.

That feeling...

It was like the poisonous mist sprayed out by a Bliss Demonic Flood Dragon of the Joyous Union Sect she had killed on this altar three thousand years ago right before it died.

Except this poison wasn't in the flesh, but in the soul.

"You..."

Tantai Jin bit her lip hard until a smear of crimson seeped out, barely maintaining a trace of clarity in her eyes.

She looked up.

The original arrogance and imperiousness in those heterochromatic demonic eyes were now shrouded by a hazy mist, making her look a bit more bewitchingly charming.

"You ant... what exactly did you... do to this seat?"

Her voice was hoarse, carrying an uncontrollable pant.

If you didn't look at the murderous cold light in her eyes, just hearing this voice, it sounded like intimate whispers in bed.

Gu Yang didn't answer.

He stepped forward, walking on the ground paved with ten-thousand-year black jade, approaching this former overlord of the Eastern Region step by step.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but every step seemed to step on Tantai Jin's heart.

With his approach.

That pure aura belonging to the "Ancient Supreme Yang Physique" radiated over without reservation, like a walking sun.

Tantai Jin's body trembled even more violently.

The "Nine Nether Supreme Yin Demonic Physique" inside her actually let out a thirsty cheer at this moment.

It was the instinctive reaction of the extreme cold yin that had been hungry for three thousand years suddenly meeting the supreme yang.

Wanting...

Wanting to get close to him...

"Don't... don't come over!!"

Tantai Jin shrank back abruptly, her back tightly pressed against the cold coffin, her nails making a harsh sound on the crystal wall.

She was scared.

Scared that if this man took one more step closer, her proud rationality would completely collapse.

Gu Yang stopped three feet away from her.

This distance was very particular.

It was both within the radiation range of the Great Sun True Fire and exactly at the critical point of her psychological defense line.

"Her Majesty the Empress."

Gu Yang's voice was flat, even carrying a hint of playfulness.

"It seems you still haven't figured out the situation."

"I am the master."

"You are... the slave."

Boom!

These three words were like three slaps, fiercely striking Tantai Jin's face.

"Shut up!!"

Tantai Jin's waterfall-like long hair moved without wind, and her stunningly beautiful face flushed with shame and anger.

"This seat is the Evernight Empress! The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons!!"

"What kind of thing are you?!"

"This seat will kill you! Pull out your tendons! Skin you alive!!"

She roared, trying with all her might to stand up straight, wanting to use the majesty under that imperial robe to overwhelm the man in front of her.

However.

The angrier she got, the more killing intent she produced.

The slave mark on her brow shone brighter.

"Ugh..."

Finally.

Her knees gave way.

Just as she was about to fall to her knees in a sorry state, a hand reached out.

Not to support.

But to—pinch.

Gu Yang pinched her chin.

She let out a collapsing scream, pushed Gu Yang away violently, and stumbled backward until she hit the stone pillar at the edge of the altar.

She panted heavily, the fabric embroidered with the demonic dragon on her chest almost bursting.

She looked at Gu Yang.

Her eyes were complex to the extreme.

There was hatred, fear, shame, and a trace of...

Just from that brief contact just now, she felt that the meridians in her body that had been frozen for three thousand years actually showed a sign of loosening.

If she didn't kill him...

No!

No way!

She had to leave!

Must leave!

Wait until her cultivation was restored, wait until she found a way to break the slave mark, and then come back to tear this man into pieces!!

"Li Feiyu..."

Tantai Jin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in her body.

Holding onto the stone pillar, she barely stood up straight.

Although her clothes were untidy and her face flushed, that imperial arrogance carved into her bones still allowed her to put up a front in this embarrassing moment.

"This seat will remember today's humiliation."

She stared fixedly at Gu Yang, those heterochromatic demonic eyes seemingly carving Gu Yang's soul brand in this moment.

"You'd better pray... you don't fall into this seat's hands."

"Otherwise..."

She gritted her teeth, her gaze lingering for a moment on the hand Gu Yang had just used to pinch her chin, a trace of heart-palpitating madness flashing in her eyes.

"This seat will lock you deep in the demon palace, day and night, making you wish you were dead!"

After dropping the harsh words.

Tantai Jin didn't dare to stay for even another breath.

Boom—!

She waved her wide sleeves violently.

The remaining origin power in her body burned.

Her whole person turned into a black-and-gold stream of light, not taking the passage she had come from, but directly smashing through the rock layer at the top of the altar and escaping toward the surface.

Rubble scattered.

The altar returned to dead silence.

Leaving only a lingering, cold fragrance.

Gu Yang stood in place, not stopping her.

He looked up at the massive hole smashed into the structure, watching the figure flee in a panic.

"So what if you hold a grudge?"

"You are the servant and I am the master anyway. It's not like I'll let you pin me down the next time we cross paths..."

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