Fierce Battle at Tushan Honghong

"No... it shouldn't be like this..."

Tushan Honghong collapsed where she sat, shaking her head wildly.

For the first time, a visible crack appeared in her Dao heart.

And yet.

The pathological obsession that had corroded her soul for three hundred years burned even brighter in this despair, seething with greater intensity.

It would not allow her to fall.

It would not allow her to let go.

Tushan Honghong suddenly lifted her head. Her peach-blossom eyes, already blurred with tears, were instantly replaced by a madness tinged with crimson. She braced her hands against the ground, and her aura exploded outward!

Her nine fox tails shot into the sky like nine heavenly dragons.

Demonic flames burst forth in all directions. Waves of bloody fire, like a rising tide, engulfed the entire flying ship. Rolling heat, raging air currents, blotting out the sun and covering the sky.

"Husband!"

Tushan Honghong screamed amid the demonic flames, her voice hoarse, carrying a heart-wrenching sorrow:

"Forgive me this one last time! Just this once!"

"For three hundred years, I have kept my body pure for you! I have never touched another man! My body and soul are clean—look at me, please, look at me!"

But the moment those four words—"kept my body pure"—pierced Ye Xuan's ears...

Something inside him shattered completely.

The blood within Ye Xuan's veins began to boil!

A force that was ethereal, transcendent, yet overwhelmingly domineering—a primal, primordial power as ancient as heaven and earth themselves—erupted from every inch of his bones, every artery and meridian in his body.

The Flawless Dao Body.

Impervious to all spells, immune to all evils!

The overwhelming demonic flames that Tushan Honghong's nine tails had summoned, the moment they touched the space within three feet of Ye Xuan...

Dissipated like snow thrown into boiling water, like moths hurling themselves into the sun.

Silently. Completely.

Then, endless, razor-sharp sword energy, sharp enough to tear through space itself, gushed out from Ye Xuan like a raging torrent, slicing countless pitch-black, bottomless cracks into the void around him!

The Supreme Limitless Sword Essence.

Ye Xuan gripped the Sun-Slaying Divine Sword. In that moment, he was like a bloodthirsty god of slaughter, severing all former bonds of love and karma, cutting off all seven emotions and six desires.

The sword light cascaded like the Milky Way falling from the heavens, like the starry sea crumbling into ruin. In a frenzy of release, of pouring out everything, it savagely hacked against the demonic light shielding Tushan Honghong.

Every strike carried ultimate hatred.

Every strike carried ultimate disgust.

Every strike carried a pain Ye Xuan himself could not name—a near-hysterical anguish:

"What I want is a heart that was clean from the very beginning!"

"What I want is someone whose eyes were only for me, whose very soul belonged only to me!"

"What I want is a body that was always, wholly, mine."

"BAM!!"

One sword stroke fell.

One of Tushan Honghong's fox tails was severed at the root.

Crimson demon blood gushed out like a burst mountain spring, staining the pink petals completely red.

Ye Xuan did not stop. The crimson in his eyes grew fiercer. His handsome face twisted and contorted with extreme emotion. His voice was almost a roar:

"You were passed around and ruined by others, and now you come to me talking about keeping yourself pure?"

"What the hell good does that do?"

"You rolled in the filth countless times, took a bath, and then come tell me you're clean?"

"If you wanted to keep yourself pure, you should have started from the beginning—guarded it from your very bones, kept a single-minded, spotless devotion from the very first moment you laid eyes on me!"

"Not after you did whatever you pleased and hurt people until they died, then use those four words as a fig leaf for your self-righteous sentimentality!"

"Psh!"

Another sword stroke. The sword aura pierced straight through Tushan Honghong's left shoulder, pinning her midair. Demon blood surged like it might dye the entire sea of clouds red!

Ye Xuan yanked the sword out violently, the bloodstained blade sweeping through the cold wind.

He looked at Tushan Honghong, and the emotion in his eyes was finally laid bare.

It was something more despairing than hatred: a revulsion and disgust that came from the depths of his soul.

"You and that slut Ye Qingcheng are cut from the same cloth."

He heard the uncontrollable trembling in his own voice—the trembling of extreme rage, the trembling of profound nausea:

"You make me sick! You disgust me!"

"Sick..."

Those two words struck Tushan Honghong's ears.

They hurt more than the sword piercing her body.

They were more despairing than losing all her blood.

Her crimson eyes went wide as she stared blankly at Ye Xuan.

Three hundred years.

Three hundred years.

She had spent three hundred years waiting, three hundred years restraining herself, three hundred years of "self-redemption." And all she got was the undisguised, heartbreaking disgust on his face.

So, in his eyes, all her changes, all those midnight regrets drenched in tears on her pillow, were nothing but a shroud laid over rotting flesh.

Just disgusting trash.

Her Dao heart shattered in that moment!

Tushan Honghong let out a wail as wretched and blood-chilling as a cuckoo crying blood, as a crow shrieking in the cold.

Her voice no longer sounded like that of a sane person. It was more like a cornered beast, pushed to the edge until its very last thread of reason had snapped.

Deep love.

Turned to deep hate.

In the extremity of despair, before the unyielding wall of never being forgiven, the pathological obsession that had taken root in her heart for three hundred years finally erupted in the most deranged, twisted way, completely out of control!

Tushan Honghong lifted her head. Her peach-blossom eyes had become pools of deep, bloody scarlet—beautiful and terrifying.

The corner of her mouth slowly curled into a curve.

It was a chilling expression, mixing a thousand emotions:

"Since... you won't forgive me..."

Her voice suddenly turned gentle, as soft as a dying whisper:

"Then let's... die together."

"Dead together... then you'll belong to me forever... hehe... hehehehehe..."

Her laughter drifted on the bloody wind, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Tushan Honghong pooled every ounce of her three hundred years of cultivation—the final price of blood and life—into her remaining eight fox tails!

The eight tails blazed with blood-red flames, unleashing a terrifying demonic power that exceeded the limits of the Transcending Unity stage. They coalesced into a single, terrifying spear, dozens of feet thick, burning with hellish bloodfire.

The spear carried the devastating, suicidal momentum that bordered on the threshold of the Unity of Law stage, and without hesitation...

It stabbed straight toward Ye Xuan's heart!

Wu Lingfeng's face turned deathly pale.

Without a second thought, she gripped her spear tighter, coiled her legs, and prepared to charge forward recklessly—to throw her own body in front of the blow for Ye Xuan!