Yang Mei's Fury: Why Am I No Longer in Control?!

"Break for me!"

Rumble, rumble!!

Qingyuan had gone utterly mad, his face twisting into a savage, vicious expression.

Ignoring whatever injuries Yang Mei might inflict upon him, he forcefully tore a massive wound into his opponent with the God Slaying Spear and roared, "Yang Mei! Whether you have a mouth or not, today I'll carve one open for you!"

The wound split apart.

Qingyuan's eyes flickered with unprecedented brutality and ferocity.

He directly straddled the trunk of the Hollow Willow Tree, clamping it down with his legs like iron pincers while using one hand to wrench the gap open with the God Slaying Spear.

With his other hand, he took out the Saint-Beating Whip and viciously smashed it down upon the trunk.

Only after beating Yang Mei into a daze and slowing his attacks more and more—

Qingyuan released his grip on the God Slaying Spear. An incomparably tiny pill appeared in his hand, and he directly stuffed it into the wound!!

Yang Mei, who had been beaten senseless, instantly sensed an indescribably deadly threat. He immediately snapped awake, and countless spatial tentacles shot toward Qingyuan's head, wrapping around it with cracking sounds!

"Great Love Heavenly Venerate! What exactly are you trying to do?!"

"I'll let you leave today. Can you withdraw now?"

"Do you truly intend to fight to the death, Great Love Heavenly Venerate?! I refuse to believe you are truly undying and indestructible. Are you willing to damage your origin and fight me to the death?"

"Great Love Heavenly Venerate!! Don't force me!!"

As the increasingly dangerous intuition tore at his nerves—

Great Immortal Yang Mei went completely mad and struggled desperately.

Every single Willow Branch was as hard as a High-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure. The force they unleashed as they churned about was unimaginably terrifying, containing