Ch. 666 - To Senior Sister's Room

“Senior Brother Liu, where are you going?” Liu Yiyi shouted from behind.

“To avenge Junior Brother Mu,” Liu Rufeng said calmly.

“This-” Everyone was stunned. Huangfu Xianyue stepped into the air, blocking Liu Rufeng’s path.

She said, “Do you want to die?”

“Then should I just watch as Junior Brother Mu dies in front of me?” Liu Rufeng responded.

“Mu Zhoubai may not be dead yet. Getting him treatment is the priority. Don’t forget our mission,” Huangfu Xianyue said coldly.

Although the true disciples often competed and schemed against one another, it was said that Mu Zhoubai and Liu Rufeng were very close brothers.

Their rivalry was healthy and respectful.

Now seeing his brother nearly killed on stage, how could Liu Rufeng not be enraged?

“Let’s save him first,” Xu Zimo said as he stood and walked toward the arena.

Coincidentally, Mu Zhoubai had lost the ability to fight, and the judge declared the match over.

Two staff members carried Mu Zhoubai’s body underground, ready to discard it, but were stopped by Xu Zimo and the others.

“You’re with him?” The two staff members didn’t bother asking more questions and handed over the body.

Too many people died in the arena daily, so a corpse storage area had been built.

Unclaimed bodies were thrown in and cleaned out periodically.

“How is he?” Huangfu Xianyue asked urgently as the group checked Mu Zhoubai’s injuries.

“He’s not breathing,” Liu Rufeng said coldly, sitting on the ground.

“That guy clearly intended to kill,” Fang Xiang said angrily, glancing between the cold corpse and Ancestor Withered Bones still on the arena stage.

After Withered Bones had appeared, the hundred-tier arena fell into a rare silence.

No one dared to fight. All the candidates in the waiting area withdrew, unwilling to face him.

“Boring,” Withered Bones sneered and left the stage, heading toward the ten-thousand-tier arena.

Only once he left did the other contestants re-enter the waiting area and resume the lively matches.

By now, night was falling, marking the end of a day of fighting. The spectators gradually began to leave.

Mu Zhoubai had no breath left. The group buried him outside of Fury City, on a scenic hillside.

They then returned to the inn, the mood heavy.

“I really don’t think this was a coincidence,” Fang Xiang said. “Withered Bones is far too high-level to fight here.”

“It definitely wasn’t a coincidence. Thinking about it now, someone clearly targeted us,” Liu Rufeng said.

“Targeted us? Who would do that? We haven’t offended-” Yin Rong paused, suddenly realizing.

“Nuyang? Could it be him?”

“This whole arena belongs to the House of Fury. What do you think?” Huangfu Xianyue replied.

“This is outrageous!” Liu Rufeng slammed the table and growled, “When has our World Sovereign Empyrean Sect ever suffered this kind of humiliation in the Southern Region?”

“These are difficult times. The sect is preoccupied dealing with those two dragons. Who has time to worry about this mess?” Huangfu Xianyue sighed.

“I’ll try again tomorrow. Either way, we need the Misty Forest map and Fusion Stones. Without them, even if we reach the forest, we won’t be able to complete the mission.”

“Forget it. It’s getting late. Let’s sleep,” Xu Zimo waved it off. “Everything happens in its time. We’ll come up with a plan tomorrow.”

Everyone nodded. No one felt like eating anymore, so they went upstairs to rest in their rooms.

The moonlight was bright, and Fury City’s night remained lively.

The streets were packed with people, lanterns hung high, and many night-market vendors had just come out.

In contrast to the bustling streets, the inn was quiet. While Xu Zimo was cultivating, he heard a knock on the door.

He got out of bed and opened it to find Huangfu Xianyue standing outside.

She seemed to have just bathed, with a captivating fragrance lingering on her.

She wore a slightly revealing robe. Her fair, long legs were bare, and her upper body was draped in a sheer, see-through garment.

The scene was suggestive, almost dreamlike.

“Senior Sister Huangfu, what is this?” Xu Zimo asked curiously.

“Junior Brother Xu, I have something I’d like to ask you. Could we go to my room?” Huangfu Xianyue blushed and asked shyly.

“Sure,” Xu Zimo nodded.

He followed her into the room next door.

As they entered, it was pitch black inside.

Suddenly, Huangfu Xianyue collapsed into his arms, her warm body pressed close.

“Junior Brother,” she looked up, eyes filled with emotion.

“Senior Sister, what are you doing?” Xu Zimo asked with a smile.

“Don’t speak. Come with me,” she whispered, gently placing a finger over his lips. She shook her head, then led him by the hand to the table.

Xu Zimo sat in the chair, and Huangfu Xianyue sat on his lap.

“Do you like your Senior Sister?” she asked, her eyes hazy.

“No,” Xu Zimo shook his head.

Her expression stiffened. She wrapped her arms slowly around his neck and exhaled softly.

“What about now?”

“Just say what you need to say, Senior Sister. I’m busy. I still need to cultivate,” Xu Zimo replied, annoyed.

“Why so eager?” Huangfu Xianyue laughed, covering her mouth. “Afraid I’ll eat you?”

“Maybe,” Xu Zimo chuckled.

As he spoke, he grabbed her right hand, which was behind his back, and brought it in front of them.

Her right hand was now pitch black, wrapped in demonic energy.

Her fingernails were several dozen centimeters long, sharp and cold.

Even though he held a beautiful woman, Xu Zimo felt like he was embracing a block of ancient ice. The entire room's temperature dropped.

Before he could speak again, a magic circle appeared beneath the floor.

It was like a black hole, from which countless iron chains extended.

They wrapped around the chair, binding Xu Zimo tightly in place.

“The Dark Prison, this is a sixth-grade formation. Don’t bother struggling,” Huangfu Xianyue said with a laugh.

She traced her long nails along his neck and whispered, “My dear Junior Brother… You once saved me on Goddess Mountain, and I truly didn’t want to kill you. But it’s not your fault, you just happen to be a remnant of the Ancient Demon Race.”

“Senior Sister, what are you doing?” Xu Zimo asked in alarm.

“It’s nothing. Death only lasts a moment. I’ll make it quick,” Huangfu Xianyue said with a smile.

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