Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 526 - 271: Netherworld Demon Qi!_3

Chapter 526: Chapter 271: Netherworld Demon Qi!_3

But when he saw the familiar clothes on Jiang Shouzhong’s body, his eyebrows furrowed, and soon after he scrutinized Jiang Shouzhong, the look of shock and astonishment on his face gradually turned into self-mockery.

"I should have thought of it, I should have thought of it... Haha... Turns out I’m the fool."

Dong Wuya laughed.

He had thought he really deceived the other party.

In the end, he was the clown all along.

Jiang Shouzhong said indifferently, "Dong Wuya, I know all about your background, and I also sympathize with what you’ve been through.

I won’t say things like ’when will the cycle of vengeance end’ or ’lay down your butcher knife’; I just hope you understand that there are rightful debts for every grievance, kill those who need to be killed."

Dong Wuya’s eyes were cold, and he said with sarcasm:

"Kill those who need to be killed? Hehe, let me tell you, Jiang Mo, every single person in this world deserves to die!"

Feeling the other party’s intense hatred, Jiang Shouzhong sighed, "Including Yang Wufu?"

Dong Wuya fell silent.

He glanced at the crumbling ruins of the palace and said to Jiang Shouzhong, "Jiang Mo, there’s no grudge between you and me. I need to save someone now, step aside."

"Why did this explosion happen here? Did you cause it?"

Jiang Shouzhong asked curiously.

Dong Wuya shook his head: "I don’t know what happened, but I don’t care about these things. At least my plan is about to succeed; I’ve already successfully refined it."

Dong Wuya picked up the two porcelain bottles in his hand, "Do you know what this is?"

Jiang Shouzhong squinted and scrutinized them: "I guess it’s Demon Energy."

Dong Wuya said, "It’s Netherworld Demon Qi. In this world, only Qu Hongling can get this stuff. I also put in a lot of effort to get these two bottles."

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly nodded in realization: "That’s right, back in the Capital, there was a demon that wanted to use Netherworld Demon Qi to bring back its husband, but it never succeeded. Because this stuff simply can’t resurrect the dead."

"You’re wrong, it can!"

Dong Wuya gripped the bottles firmly, his tone full of conviction, "They just don’t know how to use it. Netherworld Demon Qi needs to be mixed with fresh blood to refine its effects. Drinking it directly definitely won’t work.

Right now, Yang Wufu has helped me kill nearly seven thousand people. The blood energy of these thousands of people has successfully brought out the effects within the Netherworld Demon Qi. I believe it will definitely be able to resurrect my sister!"

Jiang Shouzhong frowned and asked: "Who told you this method?"

"That’s none of your business."

Looking at the formation stage that was already affected by the shock, Dong Wuya, with a look of urgency in his eyes, said to Jiang Shouzhong, "Jiang Mo, do you really need to stand in my way?"

Just as Jiang Shouzhong was about to speak, the other person suddenly closed in like a ghost, with movements elusive and ethereal as a spirit.

His five fingers extended, long and sharp, as if hooking the moon and piercing the clouds, attacking his face with the speed and force of a windstorm and thunder, so fast it caught him off guard.

It turns out this guy is also an expert!

Jiang Shouzhong’s pupils contracted.

The other’s weak and feeble appearance really had deceived him.

Especially when he went to admonish the other person as Jiang Mo, the guy still endured without making a move, even taking a slap for nothing, showing his deep scheming.

But Dong Wuya could only be, at best, a Great Profound Sect Master with cultivation, and with injuries, he ultimately posed no threat.

Jiang Shouzhong, not wanting to entangle further, immediately drew his sword, the Zodiac Map demon energy combined with the Seven-Kill Short Sword, and in the moment of the other’s attack, he swiftly struck.

Slash!

In an instant, blood soared to the sky, like the red clouds of sunset rolling across.

Dong Wuya’s figure trembled, blood gushed from his mouth as he was flung backward, crashing heavily into the rubble.

"Cough cough..."

Dong Wuya coughed up blood, struggling to get up with difficulty.

He looked straight at Jiang Shouzhong, eyes filled with an overwhelming hatred and still unwilling to give up.

He pulled out an Elixir from his chest and was about to swallow it when suddenly, a gust of wind struck, and with a puff, a fist pierced right through his abdomen, blood splattering everywhere.

Dong Wuya looked down blankly at the bloodied fist, his gaze hollow.

"Idiot, you’ve ruined my plans."

Wan Yan Wu Hai withdrew his fist, kicking the other away, and the two bottles of Demon Energy flew out of his hands.

Wan Yan Wu Hai at this moment was different from before, his body marked with sinister and twisting patterns as if they were living creatures akin to centipedes, coiling around his entire body.

These markings flickered with an eerie light, giving off a palpable aura that set one’s heart racing.

His terrifying visage was magnified, as if a demon from Hell had appeared in this world.

"You’ve got quite a few tricks up your sleeve."

Jiang Shouzhong’s eyebrows rose, internally cursing the opponent, resilient like a cockroach that couldn’t be killed.

"Jiang Mo," Wan Yan Wu Hai’s cold voice said, "I already gave you a chance. Since you are so ungrateful, this will be your burial ground!"

"Typical of villains to say something like that."

Jiang Shouzhong revealed a mocking sneer.

"Die!"

Wan Yan Wu Hai threw a punch, the forceful wind howling, and as his fist moved, space itself seemed to tremble.

...

Dong Wuya had not died.

But even so, he was merely hanging on by a thread.

While Jiang Shouzhong and Wan Yan Wu Hai were entangled in their struggle, he picked up a vial of Demon Energy and struggled towards the formation platform.

Falling debris pelted him like hail, incessantly crashing against his body.

He bore the severe pain, forcibly moving toward the formation platform.

Every inch he crawled felt as heavy as a thousand jun.

Blood, flowing slowly along the path of his arduous journey, painted a startling red line.

"Sister..."

Dong Wuya looked at the coffin on the formation platform, his vision blurring, his body entirely numb, moving forward only by instinct.

During that time, Wan Yan Wu Hai spotted the still not completely dead Dong Wuya and cracked a cruel sneer, intending to step forward and stamp him to death, but Jiang Shouzhong tangled him up in their fight.

Jiang Shouzhong flicked his wrist and the Dragon-slaying Flying Sword circled above Dong Wuya.

After a moment’s hesitation, he ultimately called it back, concentrating on dealing with Wan Yan Wu Hai.

The underground palace that had stood for centuries was about to collapse. The protection around the formation platform that Li Nanshuang and Ran Qingchen couldn’t enter had long vanished, cracks webbing across it like a broken spiderweb.

Through the cracks, one could see a bottomless abyss below.

The earth continued to quake, no one able to predict whether this place would be completely swallowed up the next moment.

Dong Wuya finally crawled to the side of the coffin on the formation platform.

It was a stone sarcophagus.

The outer layer seemed wrapped in frost, bitingly cold.

The lid, however, was made of crystal.

Dong Wuya, trembling, lifted his bloodied hand, pressing a raised part on the side of the sarcophagus.

The lid slowly opened...

In the coffin lay a beautiful girl.

The girl’s face was serene, her features exquisitely carved, tranquility tinged with an indescribable sorrow.

"Sis..."

Dong Wuya, using all his remaining strength, grabbed the edge of the coffin to prop himself up.

Gazing at the girl’s body within the coffin, who had lain there quietly for twelve years, Dong Wuya looked on lifelessly, a trail of bloody tears flowing down.

Memories of joyful times during childhood, of familial bonds during his youth... all these fragmented memories finally merged into a single scene—the girl using her fragile body to shield him, slowly collapsing before his eyes.

"Sister... I will revive you, I surely will..."

Dong Wuya, gasping for air, twisted off the stopper, carefully placing the vial containing Netherworld Demon Qi against the girl’s lips.

A rich, red vaporous liquid, the Netherworld Demon Qi, slowly entered the girl’s mouth.

After pouring all of the Demon Energy, the powerless man slumped down beside the coffin.

The crystal lid slowly closed.

Dong Wuya leaned against the cold sarcophagus, the light in his eyes fading as he murmured, "I really want to kill... all of you... deserve to die..."

The man’s head slowly lolled to the side, his life utterly extinguished.

With a thunderous rumble, the massive ruined palace finally collapsed, and with it, the formation platform was smashed to pieces like a slab of stone, torn into countless fragments... the coffin began its slow descent.

Stones continued to plummet into the abyss...

In the coffin, the girl’s eyelashes quivered slightly.

In the end, the man’s body along with the sarcophagus, accompanied by the formation platform, descended together into the abyss.

At the same time, in the void above the sloping formation platform, the phantom of a silver-haired woman slowly emerged, looking at the severed chains in the void, her lips curling up gently.

"Finally, I can get out."