manynovel Chapter 3306 Lesser Fullness (Soul Seed)
Chapter 3306 Lesser Fullness (Soul Seed)
"Yin and Yang reversed, Heaven and Earth borrowed their power, break!"
A-Zhen and Xiao-Tao-Zi attacked simultaneously, and a huge Tai Chi formation instantly formed beneath their feet.
The array rotated, emitting profound array power, forcefully creating a normal space within Zhou Wenlun's time domain.
"call--"
With the feeling of restraint gone, Yang Susu gasped for breath, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.
As the restriction was lifted, the Nine Spirit Hairpin in Hu Xiaoman's hand instantly swelled, its purple-gold demonic energy intertwined with holy white light, transforming into a giant sword that tore through the sky, slashing down at Zhou Wenlun.
At the same time, the Holy Heaven Sword in Yang Susu's hand also burst forth with dazzling divine light, sweeping horizontally and aiming straight for Zhou Wenlun's waist and abdomen.
The mother and daughter worked together seamlessly.
Zhou Wenlun hadn't expected that these two array spirits could temporarily break through the suppression of the Cosmic Disc, and he hadn't expected the mother and daughter's counterattack to be so swift.
"Pfft!"
The Holy Heaven Sword sliced off a large chunk of flesh from his right shoulder, while the Nine Spirit Hairpin pierced his abdomen, pinning him to the ground.
Blood gushed out, staining the ground red.
"Ah--!"
Zhou Wenlun let out a bitter laugh and knelt down on the ground.
He slowly raised his head, and on his blood-covered face, a twisted and excited maniacal laugh appeared.
"Hahahaha...Good! Good! Good!"
He laughed so hard his whole body trembled, tears streaming down his face, his eyes looking as if he were watching the most exciting drama.
"As expected of my Xiaoman, and as expected of the descendant of the God of War!"
"That sword really hurt!"
Yang Susu frowned, her unease growing stronger.
What is Zhou Wenlun, that madman, still laughing about when he's about to die?
Zhou Wenlun casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yang Susu with pity, and said in a sinister voice, "Yang Susu, do you really think I'm a great philanthropist? That I would give away such a treasure as the 'Soul Cultivation Record' to your daughter for nothing?"
"You really think that I had her repair her soul so that she would kill me?"
Hu Xiaoman's hand holding the sword trembled violently, and an ominous premonition exploded in her heart.
Zhou Wenlun had told her about the "soul seed" before!
"What do you mean?" Yang Susu frowned slightly.
"Fool!" Zhou Wenlun spat out a mouthful of blood. "Repairing the soul is just bait; the real purpose is to plant a 'soul seed'!"
"The more complete Xiaoman's soul is, the stronger her power, and the deeper the soul seed takes root!"
"Now that her soul has completely merged with the soul seed, she has to do whatever I want her to do!"
"I didn't activate the Soul Seed before because I felt the time wasn't right!"
"Now, the time has come!"
After saying that, Zhou Wenlun suddenly formed an extremely strange hand seal with both hands, and muttered incantations, his voice sounding like a curse from the deepest hell.
"Flowers bloom on the other shore, souls return to their lord, Xiaoman, wake up, and slaughter all the enemies before you!"
"Om-!"
Hu Xiaoman's body suddenly stiffened.
Deep within her consciousness, the black seed that had been dormant for so long received a command in that instant, sprouting and growing.
The black vines, like venomous snakes, coiled around her soul, crushing her reason and emotions.
"what--!"
Hu Xiaoman let out a painful roar and knelt down, clutching his head.
Her originally purplish-gold pupils instantly dilated, and then a strange, cold, and emotionless blood red filled her eyes.
That look in her eyes was so unfamiliar that it sent a chill down Yang Susu's spine.
"Xiaoman?!" Yang Susu subconsciously reached out to help her daughter.
However, the next second.
Hu Xiaoman suddenly raised her head, and the Nine Spirit Hairpin in her hand turned around without warning, the sword tip pointing at Yang Susu, who was caught off guard beside her.
No hesitation.
No hesitation.
That was a fatal blow!
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was exceptionally clear on the chaotic battlefield.
Yang Susu stared wide-eyed at the Nine Spirit Hairpin piercing her left shoulder, and at the face so close yet so cold and indifferent.
She could have avoided it.
With her cultivation level, even a sneak attack could avoid vital points.
But she didn't.
If Xiaoman had dodged that sword strike, the sword energy would have backfired, severely damaging her soul.
In order not to harm her daughter, Yang Susu forcibly withdrew all her protective divine power and took the sword strike with her own flesh and blood.
Blood gushed from the blade, splashing onto Hu Xiaoman's pale face, warm yet piercing.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Zhou Wenlun clapped his hands in delight, his eyes practically overflowing with madness: "This is exactly the wedding program I wanted!"
"Mother and daughter killing each other—that's the most beautiful sight in the world!"
"Xiaoman, kill her! Kill this woman who's standing in our way!"
In the distance, Jun Yichen, who was fighting to the death with the Ghost Lord, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Su'er!!"
He let out a heart-wrenching roar, his mind in complete disarray.
Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the Ghost Lord's enormous ghostly claws slammed into Jun Yichen's back.
"Tear!"
A large chunk of flesh was torn off, revealing the stark white bones.
Jun Yichen groaned as he was slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The family of three, who had initially held the upper hand, are now in dire straits.
Jun Yichen was pinned down in the ruins by the Ghost Lord, his fate unknown;
The senior brothers were overwhelmed by tens of thousands of crazed cultivators like a tidal wave and could only struggle to hold on.
Yang Susu is facing the most difficult battle of her life.
Her opponent was her daughter.
"kill!"
Hu Xiaoman uttered a cold word.
At this moment, she had completely degenerated into a fighting machine that only knew how to kill.
She pulled out the Nine Spirit Hairpin that had pierced her mother's shoulder, drawing a trail of blood, and with a backhand slash, thrust her sword straight at Yang Susu's heart.
Every move was ruthless, every sword strike meant to kill.
Yang Susu clutched her bleeding shoulder, her footwork shifting as she desperately dodged her daughter's attacks.
Ah Zhen shouted anxiously, "Young master, look around! She's your mother, she's your mother!"
Little Peach anxiously grabbed Hu Xiaoman's shoulder and said, "Young Master, she's your mother, your mother! Stop, stop..."
But Hu Xiaoman felt nothing!
Yang Susu's face was deathly pale, not only because of blood loss, but also because of heartache.
"Xiaoman, it's your mother!"
"Look at me, wake up!"
While dodging, Yang Susu tried to use her divine soul power to touch Hu Xiaoman's sea of consciousness, hoping to awaken the soul that was imprisoned by the soul seed.
However, Hu Xiaoman's sea of consciousness was currently enveloped by a thick layer of black mist, making it impossible to penetrate.
The only response to Yang Susu's call was an even more ferocious sword aura.
"It's no use, Yang Susu."
Zhou Wenlun stood aside, watching the "good show" with amusement.
The cosmic disc in his hand slowly rotated, continuously amplifying the power of the soul seed.
"Xiaoman can't hear your voice now."