Chapter 192: Zi Yao“s True Form

“Impossible! How can the Project already be at this stage? This shouldn’t be possible before another millennium!” Lord Hanxing couldn’t believe his eyes, but as said eyes stretched at Zi Yao’s trump cards, the snakewoman’s tail swept at Hanxing’s waist, moving so fast that even the Divine Transformation level expert could barely follow the move.

His instincts took over, making him jerk back fast enough to avoid a lethal blow.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!” Still, Zi Yao’s tail got to Hanxing’s groin, and with tempered-steel sharpness, lopped off the great elder’s cock. His blood gushed forth, and with loud shrieks, Hanxing clutched at his crotch, trying to hold on to the balls and shaft that had been severed from his groin.

“No…nooo! NOOOOOOOOO!” Reeling in the air, the great elder swayed left and right. Agony, shock and grief blended in his fresh castrate body, and unable to accept reality, Lord Hanxing passed out.

“Tss, never mind. I will kill you later and torture your Nascent Divinity for every day that has passed since my father’s death. With your wailing soul squealing at his grave, I hope that he will finally rest in peace.” Zi Yao hissed at Lord Hanxing, then shifted her slit, scarlet eyes back to Xinzi.

“Never in my life have I allowed a man to wrong and humiliate me so. Centuries of preparations, concealment, experiments and development have been ruined because of you. Even if you give me the antidote, Bloodstone Patriarch, I will still drink from your skull!” Zi Yao roared at Xinzi.

Blood vines of nerve-racking sharpness surged from the multitude of earth pits, rising with an army of scarlet pythons, cobras and taipans that, alongside the hermaphrodite-treant abominations, all aimed for Xinzi.

The ground collapsed, and all that still stood there fell in utter chaos, sinking towards Zi Yao’s underground city.

“This doesn’t make sense, and you know it. Zi Yao, stop playing around.” With a nervous laugh, Xinzi denied Zi Yao’s transformation, acting as if this was all a big theater play. But as reality refused to shift, Hanxing’s ballsack dropped into the underground city, and an army of monstrous creatures aimed for his neck, Xinzi had to admit that for once, he’d underestimated the opponent.

Zi Yao’s cultivation had shot up to half-step Divine Transformation, with third-order Blood Energy and an activated mutant Monster Core that pushed her battle-prowess to the peak of Divine Transformation. Unless the true Xinzi appeared and unleashed all his tricks, based on cultivation and Life Treasure alone, he wasn’t her match.

“Beautiful, I know my arms are warm and all that, but I kinda have a situation over here. Can we save the hugs for later? No? Man, my game is too good. Almost makes me want to smack myself.” Xinzi heaved a sigh. Zi Feng still cried in his arms, entirely unaware, or perhaps just unbothered by the catastrophe racing towards our monk.

“Ling’er, dad will protect you!” Here, Guang Fanghu leaped out of unconsciousness. His eyes opened to Zi Yao’s armada, and though he knew about her experiments, just like Hanxing, he’d been misled on the actual results—all 100 times more terrifying than his worst nightmares.

Centuries of Dao-Heart-tempering were not enough to withstand the blow, Guang Fanghu’s legs wobbled, and he fell flat on the Blood Beast.

“Stay unconscious please.” But as the Yang Patriarch’s vision blurred, Xinzi smashed him in the head, sending him back to dream land. Subsequently, our monk put one hand around Zi Feng’s waist, pulled her to the side, and braced for the impact.

One blaring explosion shook the Dongli state, alerting all the citizens of the frenzied battle taking place in the White Immortal Sect. The Thousand Soul Immolation Flag’s blood barrier cracked for the first time. Evil Qi oozed from each of Zi Yao’s abominations. Xinzi’s senses tingled, and while the Blood Beast retreated towards the sky, our monk activated the Swallowing Skill, pulling his goons and Hanxing to his side.

Lord Hanxing couldn’t die here. Xinzi had great plans for him, plans that involved green cultivation. One giant dark-purple tree sprouted from Zi Yao’s underground city, soaring towards the sky. Scarlet fruits hung on the branches, with spirals etched on their surfaces.

‘Evil Blood Fruits? She single-handedly recreated a replica of Hell’s Evil Blood Tree? No, she probably doesn’t even know that a greater version of her creation exists somewhere else.’ Xinzi’s thoughts trailed off. Zi Yao’s colossal snake tail coiled up the tree’s trunk. The Evil Blood Fruits leaped off the branches, going straight into Zi Yao’s mouth.

Even from the distance, Xinzi had a clear view into Zi Yao’s shell-covered cleavage, and as a monk of culture, nodded in approval of the bouncy spectacle.

“Mam, you gotta stop trying so hard to make men’s crotches go out of control. And then you have the nerve to pretend you don’t want the attention. Look at your ass and tits. They were big enough already, but now the tits have ballooned into large cantaloupes. Do you how big cantaloupes are? Yet yours are so big that we can’t just call them cantaloupes. We have to add the ‘large’ first so that people understand how massive your balloons are. As for the ass…well, let’s just call it a sublime-size peach. This is the type of shit you only see in perverse books. It’s just obscene—I give you full marks and extra credit.” Zi Yao’s vines and pets broke through Xinzi’s Blood Barrier, forcing the Blood Beast to whirl in the sky, shrink and dance to avoid getting struck down.

“Bloodstone Patriarch…take a good look at all my assets. Take your time and enjoy the show…BECAUSE THIS IS THE LAST THING THAT YOUR WANTON EYES WILL EVER GET TO LEER AT!” Our monk’s crude and brazen words were like a hot smack into Zi Yao’s face. Never in her life had she been harassed so candidly, and even as her teeth crunched the Evil Blood Fruits, the matriarch’s slit-scarlet eys didn’t leave Xinzi.

The surge of Evil Qi pushed up Zi Yao’s battle-prowess, now making her the equal of most half-step Dao Revelation experts.

“Wow, you really are a bitch. You didn’t dare to cultivate Evil Qi and instead made these poor fellows do it for you. But now that you know that your plans have gone to shit, and got nothing left to lose, you just harvest the result of their effort. Impressive, I’m proud of you. You got the colors and swagger fit for the Bloodstone Matriarch,” while ducking to avoid two feral beasts’ swipes and fangs, Xinzi said. The Thousand Soul Immolation flag pirouetted in the sky, smacking Zi Yao’s army, and sending the abominations flying into various corners.

Whatever injuries they suffered healed in the blink of an eye, and like relentless undead beast, they rushed back towards our monk.

“DIE!” Zi Yao opened her mouth, a ball of Evil Qi formed between her retractable fangs, and with one scream of rage, she fired a massive beam of pure Evil Qi at Xinzi.

Without delay, the Blood Beast fled as far and fast as it could. But the beam bent to stay on orbit, curving to whatever direction the Blood Beast shifted to.

Here, Xinzi, who could see all that the Poisonfeather Birds saw, spotted a group of riveting women in a place they had no business lingering at.

‘Oh, they found them? Good, time to bring this game to a grand finale.’ With a single mental message, Xinzi made the Blood turn to face the beam. His lips curled up, and he snapped his fingers, summoning a Diabolic Shard. Purple lightning made of an explosion of raw Evil Qi surged out, spreading across the land and plunging the area into darkness.

“I admit it, you’re stronger than me. Never thought that was possible. Alas, you’ve misunderstood the nature of our relationship. I am the big bad of this show. You, Zi Yao, are just a mini-boss,” Xinzi said and closed his right hand on the shard.

A blinding flash of malevolent energies swept through the scene, blinding Zi Yao for just an instant. By the time she’d regained her senses, the shard had turned into a dark-purple spear, poking at her abdomen.

Blood Energy and Evil Qi stood in the way but could provide no shelter against Xinzi’s Diabolic Shard. The spear pierced through Zi Yao’s abdomen, before collapsing into particles of Evil Qi.

“Impo…impossi…UGH!” Zi Yao broke into a blood-coughing fit, her tail’s grip on the tree loosed, and she tumbled down, eyes stretched in confusion.