Clang!
Chen Xing yanked the Demonic Blade from her waist, and the instant its blade left the sheath, torrents of crimson flames erupted around her.
As the heat wave swept across the arena, a pair of dark crimson horns slowly formed on Chen Xing's forehead. The corners of her clothes, her waistband, and the hem of her skirt were all burned by the flames into scarlet feathers.
Bewitching, bizarre, powerful, mad.
They were clearly a collection of negative descriptions, yet upon Chen Xing, they all became a unique and overwhelmingly captivating allure that no one else could imitate.
This rakshasa woman from hell, who had always suppressed the killing instinct deep within her soul.
Before the unique toy that was Yae Zhai, she had finally fully unleashed her own power.
Not only did Yae Zhai not retreat at the sight, his entire body trembled with excitement.
Because he could truly sense the scent of death from Chen Xing.
And for someone long diagnosed with "severe Quantum Mental Illness," that scent was simply irresistible!
"Be careful. I really will kill you."
Chen Xing pointed the Demonic Blade in her hand at Yae Zhai, giving him a rare warning.
Upon hearing this, not only was Yae Zhai not the least bit afraid, the corners of his mouth instead split into a crazed, savage grin.
"Couldn't ask for anything better! Hahaha!"
Boom!
As the Broken Blade and the Demonic Blade collided with a thunderous blast in the empty training ground, a pure, ultimate slaughter—untainted by any notion of good or evil—finally unfolded before the Dimensional Audience.
At the same time, Tiandao watched Chen Xing engage in a "brutal" deathmatch with Yae Zhai on the Dimensional Screen.
The corner of his eye twitched slightly.
Chen Xing clearly had more, and better, ways to deal