“Holy crap, why did the protagonist power up as soon as he saw me?”
“Could it be that my villain destiny automatically helped him unlock his potential?”
At the front of the crowd, Yino raised an eyebrow.
He felt the spiritual energy in the air swelling continuously, and a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek.
Yino couldn’t help but take two steps back, intending to silently retreat behind the crowd.
But somehow, his retreat led him right into the arms of the ahoge girl behind him—
“Young Master, Yunjin will fight by your side until the very end!” Yunjin declared seriously, refusing to hide behind Yino. She stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
Meeting Yino’s confused gaze, Yunjin gently bit her lip and lifted her face. The single strand of hair on top of her head stood defiantly against the cold wind as she looked at Yino with unprecedented determination!
“That’s not…”
Yino felt a bit awkward.
The protagonist seemed about to power up, and he was just thinking about laying low. Instead, Yunjin had put him at the very front of the crowd.
As Yino was formulating his words, wanting to explain to Yunjin that the best plan was to retreat, another soft and fragrant embrace approached from his right side.
“Sister Yunjin is right! I’ll also fight alongside Brother Yino until the very end!” Jinyue squeezed Yino’s other arm, mimicking Yunjin’s innocent tone. She raised her cute face and declared with conviction.
-You’re also a traitor, why are you joining in?-
-When the protagonist powers up, he’ll cut us villains down first, and then no one will be able to escape!-
Yino wore a pained expression, like a fishmonger selling rotten fish. If his hands weren’t held by Yunjin and Jinyue, he’d definitely be pointing and cursing up a storm right now.
But after cursing in his mind for a while, Yino couldn’t find any appropriate words to say out loud due to his status.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Not far away, black flames erupted from Chen Jianxin’s body once again. At the same time, even the wild winds filled with spiritual energy fluctuations were almost forming into a tornado with Chen Jianxin at its center.
“What’s wrong with Chen? Is he moved by my presence?” Jinyue faced the howling wind, but her hands still tightly held onto Yino. Her alluring eyes, reflecting peach blossoms, curved into crescents as she flashed a sweet smile at Yino, revealing two cheerful little fangs at the corners of her lips.
At this moment, Yino knew he was completely trapped.
“Damn it, looks like we’re having our destined showdown early…” Yino muttered under his breath, his gaze nervously fixed on the center of the storm.
The Wuji Sect disciples present, and even the cult members, all instinctively stepped back, afraid of being burned by the black flames of the berserk cultivator.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, a dazzling sword light cut through the night sky.
“Villain, taste my sword!”
The black flames in the depths of the storm dissipated, revealing a young man with dark golden sword pupils. He wielded a matte black sword and charged through the air.
Clang!!
A cult member raised his blood scythe in defense, but it was no match. He was sent flying by an unprecedentedly terrifying force.
Chen Jianxin, now transformed, not only had golden eyes and changed skin, but his usually gloomy face gradually lit up with a sickly, smug smile as the cult member was sent flying.
Though somewhat deranged, his sword techniques and movements remained orderly, following his terrifying sword dao talent. He single-handedly engaged the seven cult members present.
“Now, do you see clearly?”
“I’m the true savior! I don’t need your pity or sympathy!”
Facing the terrified gazes of all the Wuji Sect disciples, Chen Jianxin fought with increasing ferocity. Too excited, the lines he spouted became disjointed, his speech so rapid that no one could make out what he was saying.
But at this moment, without a doubt, everyone felt a sense of awe at Chen Jianxin’s terrifying potential.
This had transcended the realm of humanity, like a human-shaped fierce ghost wielding a giant sword.
The demon-slaying youth had finally become a demon himself.
Compared to the terrified, retreating cult members, Chen Jianxin now seemed more like a cultist, fighting like a mad dog.
“Hehe…”
“Villains, don’t you love massacring villages for sacrifices?”
“Don’t run! Today, I’ll kill you all to consecrate my sword for the villagers!”
As time passed, after a few exchanges, the transformed Chen Jianxin had completely turned the tables.
Now, the cult members were fleeing in panic, with Chen Jianxin in relentless pursuit.
Of the seven remaining cult members, Chen Jianxin had publicly killed four in a short time.
Unfortunately, the remaining cultists split up, scattering into the depths of the snow-covered pines. Chen Jianxin, being alone, couldn’t pursue them all.
“Damn… Damn it…”
“Not enough kills! How can this measly amount be enough to consecrate my sword?”
After a moment of silence, Chen Jianxin emerged from the snowy pines, dragging his heavy sword with one hand. His silhouette, burdened with killing intent, reappeared.
His sword was not only stained with blood but also had indistinct chunks of flesh hanging from it. The stench was unbearable, adding a demonic aura to the black flame wings burning on his back.
His steps were unsteady, looking as if even walking was a struggle, but his dark golden pupils stared unwaveringly ahead.
Chen Jianxin, returning from his killing spree in the pines, step by step re-entered the sight of the many Wuji Sect disciples.
But the hero who should have been saving everyone, now in his transformed state, brought no sense of security to the crowd. Instead, he instilled more fear in the disciples present. Even his former small group of followers trembled in fear.
Though the cultists had been driven away, the Wuji Sect disciples now feared the bloodthirsty Chen Jianxin even more.
“Why… why is still no one cheering for me?”
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Chen Jianxin walked step by step towards the crowd, his dark golden pupils trembling from the sense of betrayal.
“He Yino…”
“He Yino…”
Chen Jianxin’s voice was weak, but his gaze, still filled with killing intent, remained fixed on the handsome youth’s face at the front of the crowd, flanked by two girls.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Yino knew he had become the protagonist’s target and felt a great danger.
He had long suspected that Chen Jianxin had gone berserk and was seeing red. Unable to catch the remaining three cultists, his next target for venting would likely be himself.
“YINO…!”
With another angry roar. Chen Jianxin’s dark golden pupils flashed with a beam of red killing intent.
He hunched his body and exploded forward like a 100-meter sprinter. His figure flashed twice in mid-air, and in the next second, he appeared in front of Yino with lightning speed, swinging his sword—
“Damn, a zero-frame startup?!”
At the front of the crowd, Yino stared at Chen Jianxin flashing towards him at close range. His cold eyes imperceptibly reflected a deep red demonic eye curse mark.
He tilted his body to dodge the attack, while at the same time, his left arm re-materialized a set of black scaled armor.
But just as Chen Jianxin’s hate-filled strike was about to land, Yino suddenly sensed a familiar yet strange, extremely cold sword intent from behind—
Swoosh!!
Clang!!
A silver sword emerged from behind the crowd, passing by Yino’s face with hair’s breadth precision, its blade accurately striking the hilt of the sword in Chen Jianxin’s hand.
Clang.
In an instant, the matte black sword was knocked to the ground. Chen Jianxin, the sword wielder, grunted in pain and was sent flying, kneeling before the crowd while clutching his wrist in agony.
Yino, bathed in the cold pressure of the sword intent from behind, didn’t dare move. He stood obediently in place, his cold eyes staring blankly at Chen Jianxin’s pathetic form as he writhed on the ground.
If Yino had tilted his head even slightly when that silver sword passed by, it wouldn’t have been Chen Jianxin lying on the ground sleeping like a baby now!
“Yino, are you alright?”
From the sky behind the crowd came a gentle female voice, contrasting with the dangerous sword intent.
The disciples all turned around, looking up to the sky, where they saw the silhouette of a beautiful sword immortal lady in white robes approaching on a flying sword.
As the white-robed girl descended beside Yino, her feet hadn’t even touched the ground, yet the elegant high heels had already created several ripples of spiritual energy in mid-air. Wherever her beautiful feet stepped, it was like a lotus touching water, with ripples of spiritual energy spreading out.
The extremely cold sword intent formed several invisible celestial stairs, allowing the white-robed girl to descend steadily in front of the young man in a stair-like posture.
“Senior Sister…”
Unlike the other disciples’ focus, Yino turned his head and was immediately captivated by the pair of black-stockinged legs beneath Yuyan’s skirt.
It wasn’t until she walked up to him that Yino reluctantly raised his head, lowering his brow and cupping his fists in greeting.
However, as he lowered his brow to pay respects, his attention was once again drawn to the black pantyhose beneath her skirt.
“…?”
Yuyan’s beautiful eyes raised slightly, biting her lip. The concern in her eyes instantly dissipated, but considering the many disciples watching, she took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, and raised her hand to summon the Frost Chant sword. She used the tip of the sword to lift Yino’s face, making him look directly into her eyes—
“Take off your clothes. Let me see if you’re injured or not.”