Master," Zhu Zhuyun whispered, her body trembling under his touch.
She could not resist him—not with the slave mark etched deep into her soul. "He… he's strong now. Zhuqing might…"
"Mm?" Yuan Longxuan tilted his head, pinching her cheek with deliberate leisure. "Two years ago, he lusted after my disciple and my sister.
I taught him pain then. It seems he hasn't learned. Let's see if Zhuqing can teach him herself."
Zhu Zhuyun's cheeks burned crimson. His casual dominance stripped her bare more than any blow could. And yet, she could not pull away.
Out on the floor, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes hardened.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
The sleek black cat phantom coiled around her body, her movements suddenly sharp, impossible to track.
"First Soul Skill—Netherworld Stab!"
Her figure flickered, reappearing right before Dai Mubai's shield.
Her claws raked forward, piercing the so-called impregnable White Tiger Body Shield. A crack split open, light spilling through.
"Second Soul Skill—Netherworld Hundred Claws!"
Her body blurred, claws striking in rapid succession, each strike aimed at the same weakened point. The sound was deafening....Ding! Ding! Ding!—metallic echoes of claws ripping against shield.
Finally—
"Puff!"
The shield shattered, Dai Mubai's face slashed by a narrow line of blood.
"Ah! My face!" His scream was pitiful, desperate. Rage distorted his handsome features. This face! This is how I lure women, how I prove myself! If I lose this, what do I have left?
Snarling, he seized Zhu Zhuqing's wrist. His grip was like iron, veins bulging.
"Third Soul Skill! White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
His body swelled, muscles bulging grotesquely, stripes crawling across his skin. Power radiated from him, wild and violent.
Zhu Zhuqing gasped. She tried to retreat, but his grip was too tight. His breath was hot on her skin, his aura suffocating.
"Die with me, Zhuqing!"
For a split second, fear flickered in her eyes.
And then—
"Martial Soul Possession!"
Another cold, familiar voice rang out.
"Third Soul Skill—Nether Spring Fall!"
Zhu Zhuyun appeared, her aura exploding. A wave of illusory power rippled from her body, crashing into Dai Mubai's mind.
His movements faltered. His eyes glazed, confusion clouding his fury. What… where am I…?
Zhu Zhuyun's claws flashed.
"First Soul Skill—Nether Thrust!"
Her strike severed Dai Mubai's grip, freeing Zhu Zhuqing.
"Sister… you…" Zhu Zhuqing's voice trembled.
For years, she had believed her elder sister hated her, wished her dead. And yet—here she was, saving her.
Zhu Zhuyun did not answer. Her heart was a storm.
From the corner, Yuan Longxuan's lips curved into a faint smile. His eyes gleamed, unreadable.
Interesting. Zhuqing's strength… Zhuyun's hesitation… Dai Mubai's corruption. All the pieces are falling into place.
Dai Mubai staggered back, clutching his head, his aura unstable. The humiliation burned hotter than any wound.
"You… You sisters… How dare you betray me!" His voice cracked, more like a beast's snarl than a man's roar.
The tavern fell into silence, every patron frozen between awe and fear.
And Yuan Longxuan finally moved—just a step forward, his presence alone enough to press down like a mountain.
The air grew heavy. Dai Mubai's breath hitched. His blood seemed to freeze.
That voice again—calm, almost casual, yet more terrifying than any roar.
"Dai Mubai. Did you truly think… I would let you walk away a second time?"
The night in Soto City was heavy with the scent of wine, perfume, and despair.
In a secluded hall within one of the most notorious brothels, the air reeked of blood.
The curtains fluttered faintly as though they sensed the tension that hung over the room.
On the floor, Dai Mubai's body twitched violently.
His eyes, once arrogant and filled with pride, were now bloodshot and wild. His chest was marred by a deep gash, blood seeping into his robes until they clung wetly to his skin.
The twin sisters he had arrogantly brought with him earlier had already abandoned him, vanishing the moment danger appeared.
For a long moment, he sat there, gasping, hatred and panic mixing in his gaze.
Standing before him were two women.
One tall and mature, her beauty laced with a cold mockery....Zhu Zhuyun.
The other was younger, delicate yet sharp as a blade, her aura ice-cold—Zhu Zhuqing.
When Zhu Zhuqing's clear, cutting voice pierced through the tension, Dai Mubai froze.
"Dai Mubai, do you really not know who I am?"
Her tone carried no warmth. It was the voice of a woman who had waited far too long for change, only to meet disappointment again and again.
Dai Mubai's lips twisted. He tried to laugh, but the sound came out broken and manic.
"Who you are? I don't care who you are! You dare touch my face… I'll tear you apart! I'll torture you until you beg for death!"
The feral madness in his eyes sent a shiver down Zhu Zhuqing's spine. The boy she once silently admired, the man who should have been her future, was now nothing but a beast consumed by lust and arrogance.
But Zhu Zhuqing had already steeled her heart.
Before she could reply, Zhu Zhuyun's mocking voice sliced in, each word dripping with scorn.
"You're still the same pathetic scum as always, Dai Mubai. No better than your elder brother.
At least your brother has the sense to toy with noble ladies, while you rot in cheap brothels. Look at yourself....reduced to filth."
The words struck like lightning. Dai Mubai's crazed eyes flickered. His chest rose and fell as if he were struggling to breathe.
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