Chapter 664 664 Spirit of Its Transformation
Chapter 665 665 Demonization
The roots of a dragon’s tail are densely covered with neurons, hundreds of times more sensitive than other points.
It was the first time Xia Feng had suffered such humiliation. The strong stimulation caused him to resist fiercely, thrashing about like a frightened cat.
This was a conditioned reflex unique to dragon physiology. After a moment of stiffness, the active neurons caused his whole body to surge with abnormal energy. His pitch-black eyes were faintly tinged with a scarlet red, radiating intense killing intent.
Wisps of pale white patterns spread around the corners of his eyes, exuding an ancient aura of divinity.
Mu Qingtong’s golden eyes contracted imperceptibly. She looked at Mr. Xia’s changes with some surprise, a faint sense of fear rising in her heart, sending a chill through her body.
This was the suppression from the Pale Dragon God bloodline!
The bloodline was resisting unwillingly!
Her golden eyes flickered with cold light, and she tightened her grip on Mr. Xia’s dragon tail with her clone’s hand.
“Roar—!” Xia Feng instinctively opened his throat, throwing his head back and letting out an angry roar that did not belong to a human. The pale lines around his eyes became even more ferocious.
This was an autonomous resistance from the bloodline’s status.
As a ‘Divine Heir’ possessing the Pale Dragon God bloodline, being touched on the tail by a creature of lower bloodline status was akin to blasphemy.
His entire body was resisting! His bloodline felt an instinctive disgust and rejection towards the silver-haired witch!
His right hand, having broken free, seized the silver-haired witch’s neck in front of him.
“Buzz—!” A pale divine aura instantly surged outwards, forming wave after wave of violent airflow. The ancient white lines at the corners of Xia Feng’s eyes began to meander downwards, and his black hair stood on end amidst the golden light.
Xia Feng discovered that his physique was now stronger than ever, his body filled with explosive power.
Behind him, an abyssal black dragon tail, about fifteen centimeters long and not yet fully formed, swayed rapidly from side to side. The rough dragon scale patterns covering its body were strange and ancient, faintly emitting a mysterious black light.
Was this a dragon transformation?
But it didn’t seem quite right. His pale bloodline required a large amount of Dragon Cultivation Fruit to gain the dragon transformation ability that dragon scions possessed.
This situation now was more like the nascent stage of an extremely deficient dragon transformation, which only made him stronger and more imposing, with no other effect.
“Putting on a brave front.”
With a light, cold voice, the silver-haired witch easily pried open his hand that was choking her and pressed it onto the sofa behind him.
Her other hand, the clone’s, was holding his wrist, pulling it back and pressing it down behind him.
His waist, which was flashing with patterns, was forced to arch upwards. His gradually narrowing vertical black eyes glinted with scarlet rage.
Mu Qingtong’s beautiful eyes flickered upwards, meeting his angry gaze. At the same time, she extended her delicate finger and pressed down on Mr. Xia’s vital point of anger.
I have to admit, Mr. Xia’s contrasting appearance at this moment was indeed quite interesting.
Despite his angry struggles, his body honestly exposed all his dirty thoughts.
Human desire represented human evil, and it was often the easiest to grasp.
“Struggling, annoyance, anger, humiliation, and disgust,” the silver-haired witch said coldly, narrowing her beautiful eyes from above. “Mr. Xia, I can sense that your body seems to be rejecting me with disgust?”
Xia Feng knew in his heart that this was likely his Dragon God bloodline repelling Miss Mu. However, he was too lazy to explain at this moment and coldly retorted, “Miss Mu, I did as you said. You should tell me about the Fate Stone now.”
Facing Mr. Xia’s renewed disdain, the obscure cold fire in Mu Qingtong’s eyes could no longer be suppressed.
She embraced Xia Feng’s waist and lifted him up slightly.
Xia Feng’s black eyes widened, and his dragon tail froze.
The curves of the silver-haired woman behind him slowly pressed against his back. “Relax,” the clone’s cool and gentle voice comforted him by his ear. However, Xia Feng’s eye corners twitched, making him even more nervous.
Cool, soft fingertips slid across his dragon scales, causing his throat to constrict, his face uncontrollably flushing with heat, and a low growl of unknown meaning to escape his throat.
“Do you remember what I said, Mr. Xia? Fear is the root of all things. Only with fear can all things evolve throughout the hundreds of millions of years in the river of time.”
A faint voice echoed by his ear, “And the fourth rule of the Fate Stone is fear—[Fate · Fear].”
The silver-haired clone sat back on the sofa, her long legs slightly apart. Her cool, delicate face was calm.
Her golden eyes met the eyes of the main body in front of her. With the help of the main body slowly leaning forward and pressing down, the roots of both their ears faintly flushed red.
The ethereal, faint voice continued, “With the infusion of the emotion of fear, any inanimate object will gain an equal opportunity to evolve as humans, gaining intelligence, evolving to survive. In their instinct to fear death, they will only strive to survive and grow rapidly powerful!”
Listening to the clone’s leisurely narration, Xia Feng roughly understood. Simply put, this fourth rule could ‘enlighten all things’!
No wonder the clothes on his body, the surrounding air, and the lifeless bone dragons had all come alive when he fought with her earlier, possessing powerful abilities and serving Mu Qingtong.
If that were the case, this ability was too heaven-defying!
“Unfortunately, the rule of fear is not yet complete, and it cannot truly maintain the survival state of these inanimate objects, let alone allow them to rapidly grow and evolve to build an army…”
By his ear, the silver-haired witch sighed faintly.
!
An army? Xia Feng, however, seemed to have thought of something. His scalp tingled, and he hoarsely asked, “What do you call this ability to enlighten?”
“Demonization.”
“.!” Xia Feng’s breath hitched. Just as he was about to ask more, his waist, which had just lowered, suddenly arched upwards again. The extreme humiliation and rage could no longer be suppressed, surging straight to his forehead.
“Miss Mu—wait a moment!”
“Wait for what?” Mu Qingtong and her clone pressed each other’s fair, slender shoulders, assailing him from both sides. They circled around Mr. Xia, leaning in to speak into his ears simultaneously.
Xia Feng parted his lips slightly. His black eyes instantly contracted into stars of fear. The feeling of suffocation, the madness, his rational nerves all seemed like demons in a dazzling nightclub, dancing and twitching.
The strings of his mind snapped one by one. Xia Feng’s mind fell into a daze. The silver-haired witch above him leaned closer. Despite her cool and calm expression, in his eyes, she looked like an evil demon, terrifying him.
“Mmm~” His hands were clasped behind his back, and he tried to shake his head to avoid her, but he couldn’t escape the silver-haired witch’s red lips. His earlobe was pressed by the witch’s jade nose behind him. The commanding, cold murmur was still unclear to Xia Feng.
He felt like a small boat in dangerous waters, rising and falling uncontrollably with the violent waves and downpour.
Above was the apocalyptic rain; below was the abyss.
His lips and throat, seeking help, were silenced by the downpour, and his hands, which should have been paddling, were cuffed and raised to the sky.
In the midst of suffocation and daze, he could only quietly wait in fear for the distant arrival of clear skies.
Time flowed slowly.
A faint jingle was heard by his ear, like a distant ethereal fairy music, or a seductive soft whisper from hell, “Heh~~ Mr. Xia, do you feel fear~?”
“!”
His consciousness, submerged in darkness, suddenly awoke!
“Mu Qingtong! You just wait for me!!” Xia Feng’s eyes were blood red. He met the shallow golden eyes that were extremely close and uttered an inarticulate vow from his throat, “Ten million! Don’t give me a chance to find you later!!”
At the same time, he sensed that the amount of mental power had finally reached a level where he could use the Synchronized Pendant!
