227: Chapter 227 The Succubus Unleashes Her Power: Let You Kill Each Other

After passing through the oppressive grove of blackened iron-dead trees, the scenery before them suddenly opened up, yet also grew more solemn and murderous.

The earth exhibited an eerie grayish-white hue, as if covered in bone dust.

Countless shattered and broken swords were thrust into the ground, densely packed, stretching all the way to the horizon. Some blades were only half their length, others were rusted, but without exception, they all emitted a sharp, skin-prickling Sword Intent.

This was the Sword Emperor's Tomb.

It was rumored to be the place where a Sword Dao Great Emperor from ancient times fell, and also the core region of this Ancient Battlefield with the heaviest baleful aura and the most chaotic rules.

"Such intense resentment."

Hua Jieyu shrank her neck slightly. The air here was bone-chillingly cold, a coldness not of temperature, but a chill that penetrated straight to the soul.

Mo Han tightened her grip on the dagger in her hand, her clear, cold eyes fixed intently on the mountain of swords piled from countless broken blades ahead:

"He's there."

"His aura is very steady, without any fluctuations. Truly worthy of an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, far stronger than that loud-mouthed Soul Hall elder from before."

Xu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze penetrating the layers of mist, seeming to meet a pair of eyes deep within the mountain of swords for an instant.

"Since you've come, there's no need to hide anymore."

Xu Chen stopped walking and spoke clearly towards the empty Sword Tomb:

"Senior Ghost Hand, is it? I heard from that old man from the Soul Hall that you brought a good nail to give me. What, do I have to go fetch it myself?"

*Rustle, rustle, rustle...*

The response to him wasn't Ghost Hand's voice, but a dense, scalp-tingling sound of friction.

From the shadows behind those broken swords, from the cracks in the ground, figures clad in gray robes with withered, gaunt faces slowly crawled out.

There were easily over a hundred of them.

Their eyes were empty, lacking pupils, only the whites.

They held not a shred of a living person's vitality; instead, they exuded a decaying, corpse-like stench. Each one dragged a rusted longsword in hand, the tips scraping along the ground, producing a grating noise.

"The Heavenly Court's 'Corpse Puppet Death Warriors'."

Mo Han's expression shifted slightly as she explained in a low voice:

"These are killing machines refined by the Heavenly Court using secret arts. They feel no pain, no fear, and only execute orders. Moreover... their bodies have been tempered with corpse poison. Although not comparable to Sages, in an environment like the Ancient Battlefield, they can actually perform better in combat than living people."

"Ghost Hand wants to exhaust us using a human wave tactic."

Over a hundred fearless quasi-Sage level Corpse Puppets—if it were ordinary cultivators, even a Saint King whose cultivation was suppressed here would find it extremely troublesome.

After all, enough ants can bite an elephant to death.

"Want to exhaust me?"

Looking at the death warriors surging forward like a tide, Xu Chen curled his lips in disdain.

He was just about to step forward when his sleeve was suddenly gently tugged.

"Young Master."

Hua Jieyu stepped forward, her charming, captivating face now etched with seriousness and stubbornness.

She bit her red lips, her beautiful eyes shifting with a hint of pleading:

"All along the way, it's been you, Young Master, and Mo Han doing all the work. Although Jieyu's cultivation is lacking, I absolutely do not wish to only be a vase that can only... ahem, that can only be protected."

In the dead tree forest, due to the seal of the Heaven-Severing, Earth-Locking Grand Array, she could only watch from the sidelines the entire time. This made her, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, feel extremely frustrated.

Now that the array was broken, although her cultivation was still suppressed at the quasi-Sage level, her methods were not limited to just spiritual power bombardment.

"Although these death warriors feel no pain, as long as they still have spiritual soul fluctuations, they cannot escape the control of 'desire'."

Hua Jieyu looked at Xu Chen, her eyes sparkling with confidence:

"Young Master, for this round, let this servant try, alright?"

Seeing her eager expression, Xu Chen retracted his step and nodded with a smile:

"Alright. Then let me see the methods of our Holy Maiden."

"Thank you, Young Master, for allowing it."

Having received Xu Chen's permission, Hua Jieyu smiled radiantly. This smile seemed to even lighten the sinister baleful aura around them.

She turned around to face the group of death warriors approaching like zombies. Her originally gentle gaze instantly turned bewitching and profound.

With a flick of her slender hand, a pink silk ribbon flew out from her sleeve, dancing gently in the air.

At the same time, she parted her vermilion lips. An ancient and obscure chant transformed into a seductive, lingering sound, slowly spreading through the deathly silent Sword Tomb.

"Heavenly Demon Dance, Confound the Mortal World."

"One glance for ten thousand years, all is but illusion."

As her voice fell, Hua Jieyu's figure moved.

Right there in the Sword Tomb filled with a solemn, murderous air, she began to dance barefoot.

Every movement was the epitome of softness and temptation, every glance seemed capable of stealing a person's soul.

There was no vast surge of spiritual power, only an invisible pink ripple spreading rapidly outward from her as the center.

The Corpse Puppet death warriors, originally filled with murderous intent and wanting only to tear the three apart, stiffened uniformly the moment they came into contact with the pink ripples.

In their originally empty, pupil-less white eyes, a trace of struggle slowly emerged, quickly turning into crimson madness.

In their perspective, the world before them changed.

No longer the desolate Ancient Battlefield, no longer that exquisitely beautiful dancing girl.

They saw the enemies they feared most in life, they saw the Heavenly Court executioners who slaughtered their entire families to refine them into Corpse Puppets, they saw the hatred and rage suppressed in their hearts for hundreds of years.

"Kill... KILL!!!"

One death warrior suddenly let out a hoarse roar. The rusted sword in his hand no longer pointed at Xu Chen, but instead hacked fiercely at the companion beside him.

"It's you! You killed my whole family! I'll make you pay with your life!"

"Traitor! Die!"

It was like pushing over the first domino.

The originally neat charging formation instantly collapsed.

Over a hundred death warriors seemed to have gone mad, beginning to frenziedly attack every living thing around them.

Severed limbs flew, black blood splattered.

The encirclement meant for Xu Chen, under the guidance of Hua Jieyu's charm technique, instantly evolved into an extremely bloody internal melee.

And Hua Jieyu stood at the center of the battlefield, her pink skirt fluttering, still dancing gracefully.

Those death warriors, bloodlust blinding them, seemed utterly unable to see her existence. Even when passing by her side, they would subconsciously avoid her, as if protecting a sacred and inviolable queen.

The highest realm of charm technique is not to control you to love me, but to control the demon in your heart.

*Hiss...*

Xu Chen, watching the spectacle from behind, couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath of cold air.

Looking at the woman dancing elegantly amidst the meat grinder, then at the death warriors happily killing each other, he couldn't help but sigh:

"So this is the Hehuan Sect's method? It seems my previous understanding of charm techniques was still too shallow."

"This isn't charm technique; this is practically mental control plus group taunt."

Mo Han stood to the side, a flicker of surprise also passing through her eyes.

As an assassin, she was accustomed to solving problems with a blade. This method of disarming the enemy without bloodshed, making them kill each other, truly broadened her horizons.

"Her use of spiritual power is very clever."

Mo Han offered a rare comment. "Although her cultivation is suppressed, she utilized the erosion of the baleful aura here on the spiritual soul. These death warriors were already mentally unstable. With just a little guidance from her, their inner demons exploded."

A moment later.

When the last death warrior cut off his companion's head, then collapsed in a pool of blood from exhaustion, this bizarre self-slaughter finally came to an end.

Throughout the entire process, Xu Chen hadn't even moved a finger.

Over a hundred Corpse Puppet death warriors comparable to quasi-Sages, completely annihilated.

*Huff...*

Hua Jieyu stopped her dance. A fine layer of fragrant sweat beaded on her stunningly beautiful face, her complexion somewhat pale. Clearly, such a large-scale charm technique was extremely taxing for her current state.

She turned around somewhat weakly, looking at Xu Chen. Her eyes held a hint of expectation, like a little girl who scored full marks waiting for parental praise:

"Young Master... how did this servant do? Did I not disgrace you?"

Xu Chen strode forward, unsparingly reaching out to wrap an arm around her slender waist, letting her lean against his chest for support.

"Well done."

Xu Chen gave a thumbs-up, praising sincerely:

"Far from disgracing, it was simply stunning."

"That dance just now could topple cities and kingdoms, and even more so, lives."

Feeling the warmth of Xu Chen's embrace and the affirmation in his words, the weariness in Hua Jieyu's heart instantly vanished, replaced by overwhelming sweetness. She softened into Xu Chen's arms, coquettishly saying:

"As long as the Young Master likes it, this servant will dance for you every day from now on."

*Ahem, ahem.*

Mo Han, standing to the side, gave a light cough, interrupting the couple's sweet moment. Her gaze turned coldly towards the summit of the mountain of swords:

"Young Master, now that the miscellaneous soldiers are cleaned up, the main event should be making an appearance."

As if in response to Mo Han's words.

*Clap, clap, clap.*

A crisp, slow series of claps came from the top of the mountain of swords.

"Splendid, truly splendid."

"I never expected that the 'Hundred Corpse Grand Array' I meticulously refined would be broken by a little girl in such a manner."

Following a hoarse, aged voice, a figure clad in gray robes, entirely shrouded in shadows, slowly walked out from the pile of broken swords.

He was thin, thin as a skeleton.

But his pair of hands were exceptionally conspicuous. They were a pair of ghostly hands, black as ink, with nails three inches long, wreathed in visible black death energy.

Heavenly Court Elder, codename "Ghost Hand".

Ghost Hand looked down at the three from his elevated position. His gaze lingered on Hua Jieyu for a moment before finally locking onto Xu Chen. Those turbid old eyes held not a trace of anger, but instead exuded an extremely uncomfortable greed:

"A little brat who achieved sainthood through physical body cultivation, a girl with innate charm bone, and... heh, this generation's Shadow Kill."

"Today's luck is truly not bad, all top-tier 'materials'."

"My collection happens to be missing exactly your kinds."