132: Chapter 132 Su Yunniang's Tragedy

At this moment, the battle between Chen Zilong and the Village Chief had reached a white-hot intensity.

The five thunders heavenly heart armor on Chen Zilong's body was damaged in several places, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing grew heavy.

Although the Village Chief still held the upper hand, the contempt in her eyes had long since vanished, replaced by a flicker of shock and anger.

She hadn't expected this fellow at the Nascent Soul Early Stage to be so difficult to deal with.

That overbearing lightning technique and the sturdy cauldron actually made it impossible for her to take him down for a while.

"Damn it! You all deserve to die!"

The Village Chief let out a shrill scream and suddenly thrust her hands upward.

The luxurious golden Qi accumulated in the entire manor, the Yin baleful Qi drawn from deep underground, and the residual blood Qi of those dead disciples converged frantically toward her.

Her aura climbed once again, and behind her, a massive phantom of a demon god composed of blood and resentful souls faintly emerged!

"To be able to force me to use the 'Blood Demon God Incantation,' you can be proud of yourself! Now, die!"

Following her movements, the demon god phantom let out a silent roar, and a massive blood-colored palm struck down toward Chen Zilong, covering the sky and blotting out the sun!

The power of this strike was already infinitely close to a blow from the Soul Transformation Stage!

Chen Zilong felt an unprecedented threat of death.

But there was no fear in his eyes; instead, a soaring battle intent erupted!

"Now is the time!"

He suddenly poured all the spiritual power in his body, along with the lightning power accumulated in the five thunders heavenly heart armor, into the overlord cauldron without reservation!

At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the body of the cauldron!

"Hum—!"

The overlord cauldron emitted an earth-shaking buzz, and the ancient patterns on its surface seemed to come alive, radiating a primordial and ancient aura.

The mouth of the cauldron no longer spat out golden light, but instead collapsed inward, forming a tiny black hole that nonetheless emitted destructive energy!

"Overlord Lifts the Cauldron, Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens! Break!!!"

Chen Zilong held the massive cauldron aloft with both hands, looking like an ancient overlord carrying a mountain, as he fiercely collided with the striking blood-colored palm!

There was no expected loud bang, only a tooth-gritting sound of space being forcibly torn and squeezed.

The golden and blood-colored lights entangled and annihilated each other frantically.

When the blood-colored palm came into contact with the black hole at the mouth of the overlord cauldron, it actually began disintegrating and dissipating inch by inch!

"No—! This is impossible!"

The Village Chief let out a scream of disbelief, and the demon god phantom behind her also shook violently, becoming blurry.

"Boom!!!"

Finally, the energy balance was broken, and an earth-shaking explosion erupted!

The violent airwaves swept in all directions, completely leveling the entire luxurious main hall to the ground!

Golden bricks and jade tiles, coral and tortoiseshell—all were turned into powder!

The dust slowly settled.

Chen Zilong was kneeling on one knee, the overlord cauldron having shrunk and fallen beside him with its light dimmed; the five thunders heavenly armor on his body was also severely damaged, and he had clearly suffered extremely grave internal injuries.

But he still forced himself to stand up.

The Village Chief on the opposite side was in even more miserable shape.

Her hair was disheveled, her crimson qipao was in tatters, revealing charred skin underneath.

Her aura was weakened to the extreme, and black blood continuously overflowed from her mouth; she was clearly heavily wounded and no longer had the strength to fight.

She stared venomously at Chen Zilong, as if she wanted to swallow him alive.

By this time, Lu Bingyun, Wei Guodong, and Tu Shan Xiaoxiao had all finished their battles and gathered around Chen Zilong.

Ye Xishui and Jin Mei also led the rescued mortals out from the back garden.

"Zilong, the mortals in the dungeon have all been rescued, but no other clues were found," Ye Xishui said quickly.

Chen Zilong nodded, his gaze falling upon the dying Village Chief, cold as iron:

"I am taking her to the Compassionate Mother Well."

This was his promise to the four Female Corpses whose bodies were sunk at the bottom of the well and whose resentment would not dissipate.

No matter what other schemes the Village Chief had behind her, he had to settle this karma first to console the souls of the dead.

Chen Zilong escorted the Village Chief alone toward the Compassionate Mother Well.

The setting sun stretched their shadows long, reflecting them against the broken walls and debris, carrying the chilling and heavy atmosphere of blood and fire.

The mountain forest was terrifyingly silent, with only his steady footsteps echoing in the dusk.

Arriving before the Compassionate Mother Well, the mouth of the well glowed with a faint green light under the pale moonlight.

The surrounding withered trees made sobbing sounds in the night wind.

Chen Zilong expressionlessly threw the Village Chief heavily onto the bluestone slab by the well and shouted in a low voice toward the well opening:

"I have brought the person."

Before his voice had even faded, the well water suddenly surged violently, and four pale-faced Female Corpses slowly floated to the surface.

Their hollow eye sockets stared straight at the Village Chief on the ground, and their wet long hair moved on its own without wind, reflecting a weird luster under the moonlight.

The Village Chief slowly woke up at this moment, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she met four pairs of venomous eyes, immediately scaring her out of her wits.

She struggled desperately to retreat, but was bound so tightly by the Spirit-Binding Rope that she could not move at all, only able to let out shrill screams:

"No... don't come any closer!"

The four Female Corpses all revealed weird smiles, and their jet-black long hair spread rapidly like venomous snakes, instantly wrapping around the Village Chief's limbs.

The Village Chief's eyes widened in terror and her lips trembled incessantly, but she could no longer make any sound.

The long hair wrapped tighter and tighter, gradually cutting into her flesh, as blood dripped along the strands of hair onto the bluestone slab with a "drip-drop" sound.

Suddenly!

A hair-raising scene occurred.

Those four originally lifeless Female Corpses actually burst forth with astonishing power as if they had been endowed with life!

Their long hair seemed to turn into razor-sharp blades, tightly coiling around the Village Chief's body and constricting at a speed beyond ordinary imagination.

The Village Chief's body writhed violently in the air, as if it were about to be torn into countless fragments.

Accompanied by a chillingly crisp sound of bones cracking that echoed through the entire space!

The Village Chief's body finally could not withstand this massive pressure and completely fell apart, turning into a pile of mangled, bloody fragments that fell powerlessly to the ground.

At this moment, the Village Chief's eyes were still wide open, as if she wanted to say something, but she could no longer make any sound.

In those once beautiful and moving eyes, endless fear and deep resentment were now frozen...

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