Like hell I like it!
A chilling sensation came from Shen Xiuyun’s shoulder.
He didn’t even need to look to know what kind of alluring scene that was.
Half-covered, half-exposed… it was the most provocative kind of sight.
“Zhu Xingyao’s” gaze was practically tangible, making him wish he could dig a hole on the spot and bury himself alive.
Shen Xiuyun instinctively used his sleeve to cover up, roaring in his heart,
Fuck!
Why, even at the peak of his combat power, could he still not avoid this kind of thing!
The System weakly reminded him, 『Because what you’re thinking of is the male lead after turning villain… a Demon Lord, the most overpowered existence in the entire book.』
Shen Xiuyun gritted his teeth and said, 『I refuse to believe I really can’t beat him!』 He was just a fake!
Facts proved that even when he summoned his lifebound sword, Frost Scar, and fought with full concentration, he still couldn’t win.
“Zhu Xingyao” casually snapped off a vine from the cave wall and infused it with demonic energy. The vine shifted according to his will… sometimes as rigid as an immortal sword, sometimes as supple as a long whip.
During the fight, the vine brushed past Shen Xiuyun’s clothes several times, slicing openings in them with perfect precision.
After just a few exchanges, Shen Xiuyun’s outfit had ventilation holes all over, earning him a fishnet-style garment.
Shen Xiuyun flushed red with shame and anger.
“Zhu Xingyao” stared openly, appreciating Shen Xiuyun’s disheveled state. Excitement gleamed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled into a wicked arc.
“Master is so beautiful. So beautiful that your disciple wants to…”
“Shut up, you’re simply… !”
Shen Xiuyun, unable to contain his anger, raised his sword in a strike, but “Zhu Xingyao,” familiar with his techniques, dismantled the move with ease.
His wrist was seized in a hard grip. The Frost Scar Sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a faint clatter, while he himself was already locked tightly in “Zhu Xingyao’s” embrace, unable to move an inch.
“Zhu Xingyao” whispered seductively in his ear, “Simply what? Simply presumptuous? Has your disciple been presumptuous with Master too few times?”
“Let go!”
Shen Xiuyun glared at “Zhu Xingyao” with a mix of fury and grievance. Because he was bound and unable to move, a thin layer of aggrieved moisture welled up in his phoenix eyes.
“Master, don’t look at me like that. It makes me want to…”
“Zhu Xingyao” lowered his head to kiss Shen Xiuyun’s defiant eyes, but before the kiss could land, his gaze paused. He suddenly dodged sideways, forced to temporarily release Shen Xiuyun.
The reason was simple… Shen Xiuyun had nearly kicked him right in that place.
“Master is so ruthless. If your disciple had dodged a beat slower, Master’s future happiness would have been gone.”
Happiness my ass!
Shen Xiuyun delivered a knife-hand strike toward “Zhu Xingyao’s” neck. The latter tilted his head back to dodge, arching his back as he grabbed Shen Xiuyun’s right shoulder… another rip.
Shen Xiuyun’s clothes were a horrendous sight. Or rather, they could barely be called clothes anymore.
Damn it!
This godforsaken illusion, this godforsaken setting!
Every move and stance of Zhu Xingyao’s had been personally taught by Master, so he naturally knew all of Master’s techniques. That was why every one of Shen Xiuyun’s moves was so easily countered, leaving him completely at the other’s mercy.
The two fought bare-handed for a long while, until finally Shen Xiuyun’s hands were pinned by “Zhu Xingyao” and raised above his head. He was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
“Zhu Xingyao” stroked Shen Xiuyun’s cheek, gazing at the man, who was nearly twisted into a pretzel, with an air of assured victory.
“Alright, you’ve caused enough trouble. Now…”
Before Zhu Xingyao could finish, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out in the cave. A bloodied sword tip emerged half an inch from his chest.
The smile on “Zhu Xingyao’s” face froze. His expression went blank. When he looked down and saw his bloodied chest, he seemed unable to believe it. He murmured, “Master, you…”
With a thought from Shen Xiuyun, the Frost Scar Sword automatically pulled itself out in reverse, spun a circle in midair, and returned to Shen Xiuyun’s hand.
Forced by this, “Zhu Xingyao” had to release Shen Xiuyun. He stumbled back several steps, dropped to one knee on the ground, and pressed a hand to his wound.
Shen Xiuyun looked down at him from above and said coldly, “This Venerable has wanted to stab you with a sword for a long time. The fact that This Venerable didn’t before doesn’t mean This Venerable didn’t want to… it means This Venerable couldn’t.”
Zhu Xingyao’s hanging hand clutched tightly at the sand and gravel on the ground, gripping so hard his palm turned white, which aggravated the wound and made fresh blood well up again. “Does Master truly hate me this much?”
Shen Xiuyun answered with almost no hesitation. “Yes. I wish I could stab you, you beast… three strikes, six holes… and drain every drop of your blood.”
“Zhu Xingyao” tilted his head up and suddenly flashed a grin. In a flash, he appeared before Shen Xiuyun and said, “But Master, during all those days and nights back then, you were clearly lost in it too, weren’t you?”