Shao Zhengze’s body jerked as fresh blood gushed from his mouth in great spouts. Inside his body, the Sea of Qi began to churn inexplicably, as if swept by raging winds, causing his Spiritual Qi to flow in reverse. His blood boiled like water, engorging his entire body.
Everything happened without warning. At some unknown point, a strange power had invaded his body. It was wisps of black fog that, in a mere instant, rapidly grew stronger.
"This... this... this sensation is..." Shao Zhengze couldn’t help but wipe the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, tremblingly extending his hand before him. This vomiting of blood, the feeling of Qi Deviation, was all too familiar. It was that curse from before! The curse had returned!
"Ah!" The rigor that had just bolstered Shao Zhengze’s virility suddenly deflated. No longer did he harbor any thoughts of emanating brimming Yang Qi. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel(ꜰ)ire.net
"No, no, save... save..."
Ah! Once again, fresh blood sprayed from his mouth, and he finally panicked. It was indeed that curse!
Shao Zhengze knew all too well the horror of this curse; he had experienced it once before. If Qin Yang hadn’t come to the rescue, both he and Qin Tian might have been severely injured, if not killed.
During that moment of stunned distraction, the strange power within him had already swept through his entire body. Bands of black fog, as if sentient, began to burrow out from within him. One eerie shriek after another shot straight into his Sea of Sense, causing Shao Zhengze’s head to split with pain, as if he were being devoured by malevolent spirits.
"How... how can... this... be..." Shao Zhengze suddenly fell to his knees, the blood from his mouth starting to turn dark brown. He wanted to say that this time the curse was even fiercer than before, but he was choked by the blood, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Go!" Shao Zhengze spat blood, gritting his teeth. He exerted all his strength to suppress this power, wanting to go out and seek help from a powerhouse. For now, he could still force a bit of his strength. He raised his hand, intending to shut down the array method he had just set up. Once the array was shut down, others would be able to notice him. However, just as he raised his hand, his vision blurred, and Feng Ruoli’s graceful figure suddenly appeared before him.
"Shao, where are you planning to go?" Feng Ruoli’s voice sounded faintly, her form ethereal, her face no longer showing any previous panic.
"Feng... Ruoli..." Shao Zhengze’s heart jolted. He sensed something was amiss, but still feigned composure and shouted sternly, "Get out of the way!"
Another slap echoed within the house. Only this time, the roles were reversed. Before Shao Zhengze could react, Feng Ruoli sent him sprawling to the ground with a heavy slap. Half of his face swiftly swelled. The scene mirrored the one from before.
"You... you..." Shao Zhengze collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with shock and rage. He never expected Feng Ruoli to have recovered her cultivation. He certainly hadn’t expected her to dare strike him.
"What about me? What would you like to say, Shao?" Feng Ruoli slowly approached, the swelling on her face rapidly receding.
"Hahaha, Feng Ruoli, you truly are courting death! You’ve touched me; now you’ve been contaminated by the curse as well!"
Shao Zhengze, however, was fearless. Instead, he burst into loud laughter. "Let me go, or you’ll die with me!"
He had just been worried about unexpected complications. Now, Feng Ruoli had courted death herself. The infectiousness of this curse was extremely strong.
"Curse? Are you talking about... this?" A slight, strange smile touched Feng Ruoli’s lips. She lifted her hand, black fog clinging between her slender white fingers. A golden mark manifested at the center of her brow, and a powerful force burst forth from it. In the next instant, the black fog jumped violently, returning directly to Shao Zhengze’s body.
"What!" Shao Zhengze was stunned. What’s going on? Why is the curse ineffective against Feng Ruoli? Impossible! The curse couldn’t possibly be ineffective against her! Unless... unless the curse was cast by Feng Ruoli herself. But... that’s even more impossible! His mind grew numb, and he felt somewhat dizzy. What in the world was happening!
"Feng Ruoli, get out of the way, or don’t blame me for being rude!" Sharpness flickered in Shao Zhengze’s eyes. After all, he was a cultivator of the Sixth Realm. The Power of the Curse rendered him almost unable to use his Spiritual Power, his physical body nearly incapacitated, but he still had his divine soul.
Above his head, a portal opened. An exceptionally solidified little divine soul figure stepped out. This was a disadvantage of the Unfounded Curse. It couldn’t truly harm the divine soul. At this moment, Shao Zhengze had even prepared himself to lose his body, intending to seize another body and start over rather than lose his life.
"Rude, you say?" Feng Ruoli covered her mouth with a laugh, her eyes curving into crescents, her smile mingled with mockery and scorn.
"Die!" Shao Zhengze bellowed.
"Mind Capturing Skill!" Just then, an indifferent voice suddenly arose from the mark on Feng Ruoli’s brow.
"Who... is..." Shao Zhengze heard the voice and, caught off guard, his divine soul was instantly immobilized. Mind Capturing Skill was a secret skill. Once learned, it could still be used even if it evolved into the Enslave Skill.
"How could this..." Feeling his divine soul under control, Shao Zhengze’s spirit trembled wildly, and panic finally overtook him. Who... who is casting this spell! Could it be...
Before he could think further, the indifferent voice spoke again.
A thunderous hand reached out from the mark, viciously grasping towards Shao Zhengze’s divine soul.