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"Why...why does a monster like you exist?!"
"Do you... have any weaknesses?!"
"Of course there is...hehehe..."
A soft, alluring voice suddenly rang in her ears, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance that entwined the Black Fox Lady's mind like vines.
Her pupils contracted sharply—that voice!
It's the aura of those supreme beings deep outside the circle!
She was all too familiar with this feeling; it was a suppression deep within her bloodline, the powerlessness of an ant facing the heavens.
Outsiders, regardless of their level or realm, possess the most brutal barrier between strength and weakness.
Ordinary beings like her are nothing more than dust that can be discarded at any time in the vast race; even a thousand or ten thousand of them cannot compare to a single finger of a high-level being.
Those few, a total of five, each possessed earth-shattering power. If the other party wished, they could dismember her and devour her with a single thought, leaving not even her soul behind.
Mu Qinghan watched as the Black Fox Lady suddenly froze in place, her eyes glazed over.
Although they didn't understand why, they wouldn't let this fleeting opportunity slip by.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure flashing out like a startled swan, his long sword, carrying a chilling aura, slicing through the air, its cold light aimed directly at the Black Fox Lady's brow.
Today, I will surely kill her!
However, before the sword wind could reach them, an extremely shrill laugh suddenly exploded from the void, like countless fine needles piercing everyone's eardrums at the same time.
Everyone turned pale instantly, clutching their ears in pain as their magical power surged wildly within them, making it difficult for them to even stand.
The pebbles on the ground trembled and the trees in the distance snapped in half. The whole world seemed to be twisted by the laughter, and even the soul trembled along with it.
Mu Qinghan stood at the forefront, her white robes fluttering wildly in the wind and waves.
He felt his blood and qi surging throughout his body, and the magical power in his meridians was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, rampaging through his limbs and bones.
Countless emotions clashed violently in his chest, threatening to tear his mind apart.
Just then, a chilling voice suddenly exploded in my mind.
With overwhelming pressure, it instantly took over his consciousness.
"Kill all who stand in our way..."
"No...no..."
Mu Qinghan clenched his teeth, blood seeping from his lips. He wanted to hold onto the last shred of clarity, but the voice was like a persistent, insidious infection, relentlessly eroding his will.
"Kill...everyone!"
"no no……"
He clutched his head in anguish, veins bulging on his forehead.
The sword intent surrounding him suddenly surged, and the originally clear sword energy turned as black as ink, carrying a world-destroying ferocity that cut through the surrounding air with a sharp "sizzling" sound.
The ground cracked open with a dense, spiderweb-like pattern centered on him.
"Cough cough—Qinghan…Qinghan…Are you alright? What happened to you?"
He heard Mu Shenqi's hurried voice from behind. He was so shocked that his blood and qi were not flowing smoothly. He shook his head, trying to overcome the dizziness.
He strode forward, reaching out to pat his brother's shoulder, trying to pull him back from the brink of losing control.
Before his hand could even touch the fabric, Mu Qinghan suddenly looked up.
Those eyes, which were always cold and indifferent, were now completely stained with scarlet.
His pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints, devoid of any familiar warmth, containing only pure violence and murderous intent.
"No way—!"
A suppressed roar erupted from his throat, his voice hoarse and inhuman.
Mu Shenqi only felt a blurry afterimage flash before his eyes, so fast that he had no time to react.
The next moment, a terrifying, suffocating force slammed into his chest, as if he had been crushed by a speeding mountain.
He didn't even see how Mu Qinghan made his move before his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the crowd behind him.
Wang Quan Ba Ye's pupils contracted sharply, and he instantly drew his Wang Quan sword, intending to use the blade's cushioning to deflect the force.
Ji Wuji crossed his arms in front of him, and a purple protective shield appeared around him.
Deng Qiyue reached out and grabbed Mu Shenqi's collar, trying to steady him.
The impact was so terrifying that the three of them felt a numbness in their arms, the protective shield shattered instantly, and their longswords hummed as they were sent flying backward.
It crashed for hundreds of meters before finally coming to a stop on a wrecked patch of ground.
Mu Shen coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his ribs throbbed with pain. He struggled to lift his head, but then he heard Wang Quanzui's terrified voice beside him.
"Qing...Qinghan?"
Wang Quanzui's face was deathly pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
She gazed ahead in the direction of the billowing smoke and dust, where a thick fog enveloped the area like a slushy ink.
But she could clearly see Mu Qinghan's scarlet eyes flashing in the darkness deep within the fog.
Those eyes were cold and empty, devoid of any human emotion, only displaying the indifference and cruelty of a hunter eyeing its prey.
What chilled her to the bone was that the magical energy swirling around Mu Qinghan had almost solidified into a tangible form. Black energy swirled around him, forming menacing vortexes that seemed poised to devour everything around them.
It's over...it's all over...
A terrifying thought surfaced in Wang Quanzui's mind: Was Qinghan... being... controlled?
Just now, everyone was attacked by the black fox, only she and Mu Qinghan remained rational.
She wasn't afraid at all then, because she knew that as long as Mu Qinghan was there, they could hold on and have a chance to turn things around.
But now, they are facing their most reliable comrade, the top expert who could cleave the enemy formation with a single sword strike.
Wang Quanzui subconsciously touched his abdomen; his magical power was almost completely exhausted.
As she watched Mu Qinghan slowly walking towards her from afar, her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and an unparalleled fear spread throughout her body down her spine.
Before she awakens Mu Qinghan, can the others stop him?
Or will they all die?
No one can provide the answer.
After all, everyone knows that Mu Qinghan's strongest ability has always been his world-destroying attacks.
That sword, capable of cleaving mountains and rivers and cutting through clouds, was now hanging over their heads, ready to fall at any moment.
"Hey... Qinghan, you're kidding, right? You... you can't be controlled, right?"
"Fight...fight Qinghan? We...we'll die, won't we?"
"Everyone, give it your all. From now on... whether you survive or not depends on your own abilities..."
"Don't worry about hurting Qinghan, we don't have that much power... Zui'er, although I know it's difficult, but... you have to wake Qinghan up quickly."
"me……"
Chapter 71 As you wish
Broken words were squeezed out from between Mu Qinghan's teeth, carrying a faint smell of blood.
He pressed his left hand tightly against his forehead, his knuckles almost digging into his flesh, and cold sweat trickled down his jawline, leaving dark wet stains on his clothes.
Every breath felt like his lungs were being torn apart, and the surging power in his chest made it almost impossible for him to stand.
He repeated it, his voice even hoarser than before.
When he looked up, his usually aloof and handsome face was now contorted with pain.
The left eye still had that familiar clarity, like shattered jade immersed in a cold pool.
The right side, however, was alarmingly red, with scarlet blood spreading from the pupil to the whites of the eyes.
Even more terrifying was the power surrounding him; pitch-black magic and snow-white sword energy clashed within his limbs and bones.
Sometimes black energy would spill from his fingertips, condensing into distorted shadows in the air; other times, sword energy would burst forth, carving cracks of varying depths into the ground.
The two forces were tearing at each other, almost ripping his body apart.
"But...but what about you?"
Mu Shenqi rushed forward two steps, but was forced back by the chaotic power around his younger brother, and his eyes turned red with anxiety.
He watched as the veins on Mu Qinghan's forehead bulged, and as each time he suppressed his pain, it intensified his suffering. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by a hand, and even his breathing became strained.
They are brothers who grew up together.
Brothers should live and die together. How could he possibly abandon his younger brother and escape alone at this moment?
"She's controlling my emotions..."
Mu Qinghan's voice was broken and intermittent, and he had to endure great pain to say each word.
"She's amplifying my murderous intent... I... I... I can't control myself anymore..."
The black aura suddenly surged and instantly enveloped his right shoulder. He let out a muffled groan, and his right hand rose uncontrollably.
A ball of dark magic power condensed in his palm, threatening to strike Mu Shenqi.
His pupils contracted sharply, and he strained with all his might to push his magic back, blood seeping from between his fingers.
"Don't come any closer..."
"No! Qinghan, I'm your brother!"
With red eyes, Mu Shen shouted, his voice filled with urgency and resentment.
"How could I abandon you? If anything happens to you, how... how can I face my parents?!"
"You'll only be asking for death if you stay here!"
Mu Qinghan suddenly raised his voice, his tone resolute, his scarlet right eye fixed on Mu Shenqi, and the black energy swirling around him even more rapidly.
"Don't mention that monster..."