Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell

A dignified seven-foot man had actually been forcibly impregnated by an evil demon.

This demonic art was bizarre to the extreme. Not only did it defy the natural order of yin and yang, it could even break through the steadfast cultivation of his Golden Core path and forcibly plant a fetus within him. It was truly vicious and sinister.

Shen Hui's expression turned cold, and viciousness suddenly rose in his eyes.

His left hand formed a seal, thunder crackling and exploding ceaselessly in his palm.

Then, without hesitation, he pressed that blazing thunder directly against his lower abdomen, his Dantian.

The vast thunder surged into his body, instantly burning away the newly sprouted, wicked fetal aura.

A sharp pain suddenly erupted from his Dantian, as though someone had gouged out his innards and flesh alive. The agony pierced straight to his heart.

Seeing this, the woman was not angered. Instead, she gave a soft "Eh?" and revealed a surprised expression.

"Daoist, how cruel you are. You were even willing to kill your own flesh and blood."

Shen Hui slowly straightened. His face had grown somewhat paler, yet his gaze was colder than before.

He slammed White Skeleton against the ground. At once, a ghostly light surged across the sword, and in the blink of an eye, its blade was covered by a layer of flesh. Veins along the blade bulged and contracted like a living thing.

"Is the Daoist angry?"

The woman asked with a smile, her tone light and airy, utterly unconcerned.

Then her body spun, and she scattered into a cloud of red mist in an instant, rushing toward Shen Hui and blotting out the sky.

Within the mist, countless dark-red threads wove and crossed, like an enormous spiderweb intent on ensnaring Shen Hui.

Shen Hui raised his