"Junior sister, don't worry. I won't let you die. You've been deceived. Once I kill them all, you'll naturally return to my side."
Chu Mu had stopped pretending.
His appearance changed, his flesh reshaping itself to match his Divine Soul until he assumed Chu Mu's true likeness.
He was exceptionally handsome, but as his lips curled into a smile, the darkness in his eyes lay bare, brimming with intense greed.
The look he gave Mu Yao held none of the affection one showed a Dao Companion, only the possessiveness one felt toward a belonging.
Demonic Halberd in hand, his aura was incomparably domineering. A casual attack sliced an approaching Sword Cultivator in two, and he charged straight toward Mu Yao.
But the disciples of the Ning Lineage and the Moonlit Holy Land had already erected a great defensive formation, establishing a support base.
Injured Sword Cultivators could enter to heal quickly, and pills were supplied without limit.
Mu Yao was inside as well. Her Secondary Profession was Talisman Making, and she was a fourth-grade master talisman maker.
Though she was a Crown Champion, her cultivation was only at the Golden Core stage, so there was little she could do to help.
"Disgusting old devil! If it truly comes to that, I'll detonate myself on the spot. I won't leave you so much as a finger! The sight of your face turns my stomach. All I feel for you now is boundless revulsion!" Mu Yao said coldly.
Chu Mu remained unbothered. "Still so coy. But even if you blow yourself up, I have ways to bring you back. You're my woman, already bearing my Brand. Your fate is sealed-you'll never escape my grasp in this lifetime. Still, those words really are heartless. Have you forgotten that, those later times, you were