“Master!!!”
Xumo was devastated and rushed forward to catch the white foxgirl falling in the pool of blood.
But before he could reach her, the red-robed Holy Maiden suddenly raised her hand again, and several blood-colored vines came attacking horizontally.
Xumo drew his sword to fight back. With his Core Formation cultivation, he could barely hold his own against the red-robed Holy Maiden thanks to his talent.
But when the other red foxgirl’s illusions came attacking, Xumo ultimately couldn’t fight on multiple fronts. First blinded by the foxgirl’s illusions, he was then caught off guard and sent flying by a barbed blood-colored thorn.
Xumo was thrown several meters away, crashing into a wall before falling to his knees with a thud.
He struggled to get up, raising his hand to activate the white-gold command ring, trying to recall the white foxgirl lying in the pool of blood.
“Master… come back!”
Xumo silently cried out.
At the same time, the white foxgirl lying in the blood seemed to sense the young man’s call.
She weakly opened her pale golden eye, her pupil transforming into white-gold ripples of reincarnation.
Before Liuli and Jinyue could react, the white foxgirl’s form instantly changed into a beam of white light and vanished from the spot.
“Thank goodness!”
Sensing an additional presence in his ring, Xumo let out a long breath of relief.
As long as his master was back in the ring, she still had a breath of life!
“Don’t fear, Master. This disciple will protect you!”
Xumo said coldly, quickly throwing down the smoke bombs he had prepared earlier, then scrambled to his feet, intending to flee with his master. But as Xumo ran wildly, he suddenly saw a black figure at the end of the mist—
“What!”
Caught off guard, Xumo was suddenly grabbed by the throat by the other party.
Their arm strength was shocking, and the hand gripping Xumo’s neck was covered in a layer of demonic, strange blood-colored scales.
Xumo struggled constantly, trying to trigger his potential in this critical moment, but because his master was lying weakened in the ring unable to help, Xumo couldn’t unleash the potential within him no matter how hard he tried.
Moreover, what made Xumo more uneasy was that he discovered the other party’s scaled hand seemed able to drain life force from a distance!
Gradually, Xumo was choked until he could barely breathe, and his already seriously injured body began to feel faint from the pressure.
As the smoke cleared, Xumo finally saw the black figure’s true face.
“You—!”
Xumo’s eyes bulged with rage, and though his limbs were too weak to struggle, he gnashed his teeth, wanting to tear the other person to pieces.
“He Yino… I curse your XXX…”
“Ptui—!”
“Trash… if you’ve got… got the guts… strangle me to death!”
Xumo continued roaring and cursing, even spitting at Yino.
But because he had no strength, Xumo’s spit couldn’t reach Yino’s face and fell to the ground halfway.
Xumo was deliberately provoking him.
Although his master was temporarily down, the potential was still within Xumo!
Usually, Xumo couldn’t freely trigger his potential without his master’s help, but if Yino really used force to break his neck, making Xumo’s body sense a near-death state, then Xumo could still unleash his potential.
At that time, with his potential triggered, Xumo could easily break free and escape with his master!
But just as Xumo was sneering mockingly, the white-robed youth gripping his neck gave a cold smile.
“Kill you? Why?”
He asked curiously, not at all angered by being spat at.
For a moment, Xumo felt despair like gazing into an abyss in those black pupils.
De… demon…
Although Yino was only smiling gently and composedly, without a fierce expression, the terrifying word demon inexplicably appeared in Xumo’s mind.
“Brother Xumo, we’re both righteous cultivators. When wandering in this worl, one should always leave some room for mercy.”
“Killing each other over such a small matter, wouldn’t that show too narrow a mindset for righteous cultivators?”
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Yino pretended to be merciful while speaking these principles, while also slowly lowering his gaze to look at Xumo’s arm.
Xumo now had absolutely no strength left, not even enough to argue with Yino.
But just as Xumo was about to pass out, he suddenly realized Yino had raised his other hand and grabbed Xumo’s wrist—
“What… what are you doing…”
Xumo seemed to sense the other’s intentions and cried out in unprecedented terror.
He struggled desperately, even trying to bite his tongue to trigger his potential, but the armguard gripping his neck continued draining Xumo’s life force, keeping his resistance perpetually at the lowest intensity, even precisely preventing him from having enough strength to bite his tongue.
“No! No… don’t…”
Xumo shook his head tremblingly.
“Give me back my ring… Don’t… Don’t take away my Master… Give me back my Master…”
When Yino seized the ring, Xumo’s eyes finally mirrored the most sincere despair and plea.
“Yino!!!”
“I’ll kill you –!!!”
But just as Yino finally removed the platinum ring, Xumo’s last sliver of hope was utterly buried. The sheer despair and fury drove him to the brink of physical collapse, his eyes glaring at Yino in a rage-fueled, hysterical scream.
But Yino barely acknowledged the young man’s roar. Once he had the ring in his possession, he casually tossed the now useless Xumo aside with a flick of his wrist.
Freed up, Yino let out a cold smile and crushed the platinum ring between his palms with a snap.
“Ahh –!!!!”
As the crisp cracking sound echoed, the white foxgirl’s pitiful cry also pierced the air.
Under the crowd’s gazes, the figure of the nine-tailed white fox materialized out of thin air in Yino’s palm.
But just like the crushing of the ring, the moment the white foxgirl, her nine tails trailing, transformed, Yino seized her by the neck.
Blood still trickled from her chest, and now with Yino’s grip on her throat, her face showed nothing but pain and pity, as her hands struggled to clutch at his arm.
“No… don’t… I can’t… breathe…”
The white foxgirl’s pleas and moans continued.
Her body was actually smaller than Jinyue’s; to be precise, Yuebai was a true loli. In terms of size, she was only a bit larger than Wangxue. Yino could easily hold most of her neck with one hand, lifting her tiny body effortlessly into the air with both feet dangling.
This difference in size truly lent the struggling white foxgirl an air of delicate vulnerability, her pale, tearful face radiating an almost life-threatening charm.
And then, out of nowhere, Yino slightly loosened his grip. He feared actually killing Yuebai.
“–!”
However, at that very instant when Yino’s grip softened, the white foxgirl’s pale golden pupils rapidly flashed a wheel-shaped pattern.
And without giving Yino time to react, the lower half of Yuebai’s body twitched violently.
Yino’s eyes widened as he watched the foxgirl’s legs under her skirt morph into silver claws, her foot shooting up and kicking hard at his heart with lightning speed —
Thump!
The sharp claws burrowed into Yino’s chest. As his arms slackened, the suspended white foxgirl stomped her clawed foot into his chest with all her might before launching herself away from him.
But the instant her foot left Yino, the claws ruthlessly dug out another gaping, bloody wound from his heart.
[Good chance!]
Yuebai backflipped to gain some distance from the crowd, her captivating eyes scanning the fallen Xumo not far away.
But just as she wrapped her tails around Xumo and was about to dash away from the ancient palace, the scene before Yuebai once again morphed into a shower of falling peach blossoms.
“What–!”
When Yuebai regained her senses, she found herself still in Yino’s grasp by the neck, and her legs, the ones that had lifted to attack, were firmly pinned by two white, jade-like hands.
For a fleeting moment, darkness clouded Yuebai’s vision, as if she had realized something, falling into utter despair.
“Jinyue! Just wait!!!”
“When I get back, I’ll make sure you die without a place to be buried!!!”
After being fooled by hope and despair once again, Yuebai was left utterly shattered. Her vermilion lips revealed a pair of sharp fangs, and her delicate face bore an unprecedented aura of vengeance and killing intent.
In a desperate move, Yuebai began thrashing wildly, but as she kicked out to free herself, more blood-colored vines flew through the air, tightly entangling her inner thighs, their brutal barbs tearing open several small tears in her white silk stockings.
The tight restraint naturally caused her legs’ tender flesh to bulge.
Before Yuebai could struggle again, more vines came, some to replace Jinyue’s hands on her ankles, others to cross-wrap around the slim waist of the foxgirl, and still others to bind her hands together with her concealed white lotus-like fingers.
Now, the white foxgirl was not only hanging in the air by Yino’s hand on her neck.
Simultaneously, her limbs and even her body were tightly squeezed by the vines. No matter how she tried to twist and clamp her legs, her puny strength was no match for Liuli’s vines.
In the end, the harder Yuebai struggled, the more the vines stretched her legs apart, forcing her to awkwardly spread them in a wide “M” shape.
Moreover, the constant wriggling also caused the fine thorns on the vines to rip at her stockings and clothing, revealing glimpses of her soft, tender skin underneath.
After much struggle, Yuebai finally realized her own frailty.
She raised her head to look at Yino.
Trembling in fear, she shook her head, pleading for mercy, but Yino no longer had any sympathy in his eyes.
“Master, after all this time of scheming with each other, are you really dumb enough to believe what a fox says?”
“She has nine tails; theoretically, she could die nine times. Being stabbed in the heart now is just a minor inconvenience. How could she really kick the bucket?”
Jinyue’s playful voice come from behind Yuebai.
Her hands slipped around to hold Yuebai by the waist. Due to the fox demon’s traits, Yuebai’s body, though small, was shaped like a peach, wider at the bottom. Jinyue just had to hold the ends of her pelvis to easily stabilize Yuebai’s lower half and prevent her from thrashing again.
Yuebai trembled at the sudden grip from behind, her body instinctively struggling to twist. But Liuli, not far away, raised her eyebrow and tightened her grip on the blood-red vines with her fingertips.
In no time, Yuebai’s arms and thighs could no longer close, being stretched out like she was being drawn and quartered, fixed in a “M” shape before Yino.
Later, once the blood vines were fixed in mid-air, Yino didn’t even have to hold her neck himself.
The white foxgirl was suspended there, at the mercy of Yino, who could observe her closely and freely touch her:
“I didn’t expect, even in this sorry state, that you’d try to kill me with a hidden weapon.”
Yino shook his head in disbelief, reaching under her skirt, pressing against the thigh, sliding his hand up the broken silk until he felt the silver rings on the inside of her thigh, from which he pulled a few delicate and ornate poisoned needles.
“How many more of these do you have?”
Yino felt a headache coming on, moving to search further with his other hand, but nothing more turned up until he reached the top. It seemed Yuebai had only one metal leg ring on her left inner thigh.
“No… it’s not like that…”
Yuebai couldn’t move, desperately shaking her head through her tears, ashamed and humiliated.
And then, as Yino withdrew his hand from under her skirt, Yuebai’s terrified eyes caught sight of a dark purple pattern in his palm.
Her body convulsed in terror; her first instinct was to bend forward to protect her abdomen, but within three seconds, Jinyue’s hand forced her straight up by the crotch, pushing out her waist. Unable to match Jinyue’s strength, her soft muscles were bent into an exaggerated curve, and her nine fluffy tails stood up in full alert.
She tried to shield her now obviously protruding belly with her tails, but the red-skirted holy maiden nearby was already prepared, tightly binding her nine tails with the blood vines.
“What is… Don’t… Stay away… This servant won’t dare anymore… This servant swears she’ll never dare again…”
But just as Yuebai was in her darkest plight and pleading for mercy, the red-skirted holy maiden spoke up coldly.
“Master, please hold on a moment.”
She spoke with a chilling tone.
To the crowd’s curious gazes, Liuli summoned a red, iron-like seal with an ominous pattern —
“Master, please use this in conjunction!”
“–!!!!!”