Chapter 662
662 Fate’s Fear!
Chapter 663
663. Mr. Xia, You Are Not Yet Perfect
Xia Feng didn’t know what his body cells feared, but he knew he had to run! Without hesitation, he entered the Holy Knight Space and turned to flee towards the surface.
However, as soon as he teleported to the front of the safe house’s barrier, the wall strangely writhed and split open with a thin golden vertical seam, revealing a large, palm-sized eye. Deep purple spiral lines rippled like water from the eye socket to the pupil, eventually converging into a lavender swastika pattern that slowly rotated clockwise.
“Bang—!”
Xia Feng collided directly with the wall and was sent flying backward by the immense rebound force.
“Damn it.” Xia Feng was startled. Did this safe house seem to have gained a life force? He looked back at the ground abruptly.
The black-dressed woman, in high heels, walked slowly amidst a sea of gardenias, her steps elegant, her golden eyes indifferent.
“Fear is the root of all things. With fear, all things can continuously evolve through the vast river of time for billions of years.” As Xia Feng watched in astonishment, the tips of the black-dressed woman’s silver hair gradually turned lavender, though only a small section was dyed. The further up, the lighter the purple became, with the upper part still being flowing silver hair.
Her voice was clear and indifferent, “They fear pain, fear death, fear being eliminated by the laws of nature and annihilated in the river of time. It is because of this that fear breeds belief, inspires intelligence, and evolves survival. Humans are the best creation under fear.”
“Unfortunately, I once scorned so-called fear.”
“But luckily, Mr. Xia, you have made me truly understand that fear is the best nourishment for the strong.” The silver-haired witch looked up, a gentle smile on her lips, “Only fear can make us stronger and more perfect! What do you think, Mr. Xia?”
“…”
What do I think? Xia Feng secretly swallowed. I think you shouldn’t smile at me like that, I’m scared.
The silver-haired witch’s curly hair, streaked with lavender, fluttered. The diamond-shaped purple crystal on her brow suddenly imprinted, creating a bewitching diamond mark between her eyebrows. Her beautiful eyes were calm.
“And Mr. Xia, you are not yet perfect.” Her tone was ethereal. “But I can help you. Mr. Xia, do you want to become perfect?”
“…” Xia Feng’s breathing was about to freeze. He could feel that Miss Mu had gone mad. Geniuses are on the left, lunatics on the right. There’s always only a thin line between them. It seems this time the shock was too great, turning Miss Mu into a true witch. Xia Feng felt a chill in his heart and, without hesitation, turned to run again!
But to his further surprise, his clothes seemed to come alive, tightening around him. The collar constricted his neck like a rope, and strands of satin and silk unraveled, spiraling upward to wrap him like a silkworm cocoon.
Xia Feng gasped, forced to look up. In his peripheral vision, amidst the chaotic silk threads, a lavender swastika-shaped spiral eye sometimes materialized and sometimes dissipated.
What kind of ability is this? Xia Feng wanted to escape into the Holy Knight Space, but found that spiral purple eyes were also appearing in the surrounding space. At the same time, a sharp, eerie whisper like a child’s murmur echoed in his ears, “Devour, evolve… Devour, evolve…”
The fragmented, bizarre sounds repeated, and the distorted space was compressed layer by layer. Xia Feng felt as if he were being stuffed into a constantly shrinking suitcase, his body and soul being violently squeezed. He couldn’t pass through the surrounding space via the Holy Knight Space, and his breathing became difficult.
“Roar—!!” From the distance, Yue Hongli brandished her bone halberd. The bone dragon beneath her feet obeyed, its roar shaking the heavens. Its bone mouth, spewing white flames, opened wide and surged towards Xia Feng, attempting to rescue him from this bizarre confinement.
But in the next moment, the bone dragon, which was already dead and devoid of intelligence, abruptly paused. Deep within its flame-burning cheekbones, two purple swastika-shaped spiral eyes suddenly materialized. They rotated slightly.
“Roar!!!” It raised its head high and let out an excited, earth-shattering roar. A violent gust of wind whipped up. Yue Hongli, on the dragon’s head, was swept into the high sky by the spiral. The bone dragon circled in the air, then charged towards Xia Feng again.
However, after biting Xia Feng, it actually turned and dove to the ground, respectfully kneeling before the black-dressed woman. It then spat Xia Feng out before her feet, emitting a docile whine.
Xia Feng: “!!!” What the heck, can this ability give a bone dragon intelligence??
However, the swastika-shaped purple pupils in the bone dragon’s cheekbones did not last long. After faintly showing a trace of unwillingness, they violently dispersed. The life force of the bone dragon completely vanished.
As Xia Feng tried to get up, his tie automatically tied itself into a knot and pulled him backward. He was lifted by the tie directly in front of the silver-haired witch. Her cold little face, framed by the bewitching diamond on her brow, looked exceptionally bewitching. The witch hooked Xia Feng’s jaw with a slender finger and slowly lifted his face. She looked down at him condescendingly and said in a faint voice, “Nothing more than this.”
!
Xia Feng let out a cold laugh, unafraid. “Miss Mu, you should know that if I use the Infant Transformation, you won’t be able to do anything to me.” After killing Ye Li Dongjun, he had obtained a Level Four Infant Soul, which was in a state of explosive readiness at all times. Unless Mu Qingtong could use her newly acquired bizarre ability to stop the infant soul’s self-destruction, she could never trap him.
Mu Qingtong’s gaze was calm. “I indeed cannot stop your self-destruction. So, Mr. Xia, if you want to escape, you can try.”
Xia Feng raised an eyebrow. “Just a reminder, Miss Mu, the self-destruction of a Level Four Infant Soul will leave you severely injured even if you survive.”
“I know,” the silver-haired witch nodded indifferently.
Xia Feng: “…”
“The elements that constitute strength are never just inherent abilities, but also emotions, memories, personality, and other ethereal things. If you can cast aside your feelings for me, disregard the high probability of me being severely injured, and defeat me by any means necessary, then I would think more highly of you.”
“But unfortunately, you dare not.” Her golden eyes looked down from above.
“I dare not?” Xia Feng twitched the corner of his lips. “As if you dare?”
The silver-haired witch smiled and shook her head, her eyes filled with interest. “You can resurrect infinitely, so why wouldn’t I dare?”
“…!” So my ability to resurrect has become a weakness in your eyes!
The silver-haired witch lifted Xia Feng by his collar and tossed him back onto the lap of her silver-haired doppelganger on the sofa. The doppelganger embraced Xia Feng’s waist with one hand and slowly reached towards his tailbone with the other.
“Mr. Xia, I must say, whether it’s the Vermilion Bird Demonic Armor or the power of the Nightmare River, these resurrection abilities are indeed quite good, allowing me to—” The silver-haired witch stood before Xia Feng and continued, “Rape you with peace of mind!” Her golden pupils, like a twilight valley, were cold and indifferent as she looked down, stating thusly.
Xia Feng’s black pupils dilated, his hairs stood on end, and his tailbone tingled, on the verge of revealing a dragon tail. He quickly reached backward to stop the doppelganger’s movement towards his lower back, but in the next moment, his wrist was seized by the witch in front of him.
The silver-haired witch stepped forward, closing the distance. In Xia Feng’s rapidly constricting pupils, her golden eyes were filled with a never-before-seen indifference… and a desire to abuse!
The two women, one in front and one behind, leaned in, their voices clear and serene. In unison: “Mr. Xia, are you ready to face fear?”
