Winter Melon's roar was loud, but unlike its confident voice, the Soft-Bone Long Sword in its hands could not penetrate the protection of the Innate Primordial Origin Stabilizing Dao Two Qi Pearl, even with its might pushed to the limit.
"With that cultivation of yours?" Chu Xingchen's expression was cold. "Overestimate yourself to the extreme, and you only invite humiliation."
Winter Melon dared not relax its grip in the slightest. It merely shouted fiercely:
"Demon Venerable!"
The moment its words fell, the flower Xu Linglong had planted in Winter Melon's sea of consciousness began to bloom.
At the same time, it began absorbing every bit of power it could within the sea of consciousness, gathering it within itself. Even beyond its divine sense, every inch of cultivation etched into Winter Melon's bones began to be absorbed by that flower.
The flower bloomed with sinister beauty, drinking blood and devouring spirit.
Only now did Winter Melon begin to realize that its life had never escaped Xu Linglong's grasp.
It was only a question of whether Xu Linglong wanted it or not. She probably did not even care about its supposed [defection to the enemy].
Countless emotions surged through Winter Melon's heart, but at this moment, it did its best to suppress those tangled thoughts.
All Winter Melon could do now was press down with the Soft-Bone Long Sword in its hands, casting aside every thought.
This sword could retreat no further.
For honor, for the blood flowing through its body.
Even knowing it was foolish, it would bring down the most magnificent curtain in its own foolish way.
Winter Melon's cultivation began to fall from the Spirit Transformation Realm. The flower within its divine sense plundered everything in its body, then poured it all into the Soft-Bone Long Sword in the