Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 841 - 410: The Battle of the Two-Faced People_2

Chapter 841: Chapter 410: The Battle of the Two-Faced People_2

The woman’s face was as pale as snow, devoid of any trace of blood, making her appear even more eerie in the dim dungeon.

Upon seeing Tu Danalie, the woman forced a smile, her lips barely moving: "Uncle Tudan."

Tu Danalie looked at the scene before him, disbelief evident on his face, as deep anguish and remorse gradually filled his eyes.

His voice trembled as he spoke: "In the end, you all still resorted to that secret technique... Xing’er, if your father knew what you’ve done, he wouldn’t be able to rest in peace, even in the afterlife."

Having once been a disciple of the Water Moon Manor, Tu Danalie naturally held deep affections for the manor and was well aware of many of its hidden secrets.

After the previous manor owner’s passing, he stayed concerned about the manor, often offering his care.

For his sickly niece, he had shown great compassion, tirelessly seeking out renowned doctors for her treatment, though all in vain.

However, to his utter disbelief, his niece ultimately walked the doomed path of using forbidden arts.

Hearing Tu Danalie’s words, the woman’s face displayed a mixture of resentment and distortion: "Uncle Tudan, I just want to survive, what did I do wrong!?"

Tu Danalie opened his mouth but did not speak.

The woman’s lips quivered, her voice carrying a hint of hoarseness and bitterness:

"In this world, there are too many things I cherish, too many unfinished matters. I truly don’t feel what I’ve done is wrong.

Uncle Tudan, if you still remember Water Moon Manor, and my father and grandfather’s kindness to you, please tell me the way to enter the Divine Prison. This might be my last hope to survive."

"I don’t know about any Divine Prison, I’ve never heard of it."

Tu Danalie shook his head without hesitation, the lines on his face tense.

Pucha Xiaohua heard this and subconsciously curled her lips in ridicule and disdain:

"Foster father, if this were before, we would surely have been deceived by you. But now, the Immortal has clearly informed us that the Divine Prison exists. As long as we enter the Divine Prison, even without the Ascension Bridge, we can become part of the Immortal Realm."

"Do you truly believe that is an Immortal?"

Tu Danalie quietly gazed at Pucha Xiaohua, his eyes full of pity.

"I believe."

Pucha Xiaohua’s eyes burned with intense light, "If that’s not an Immortal, how then could he imprison you, the greatest expert of Nanjin Country, here? Foster father, you are simply no match for him."

Hearing these words, Tu Danalie’s lips moved, but he had no rebuttal.

Even though he was poisoned by his most trusted adopted daughter, drastically reducing his strength at that time, ordinary people trying to imprison him would certainly pay a heavy price.

However, that mysterious person only needed a few moves to easily shatter his Dantian, leaving him defenseless in an instant.

The formidable and terrifying cultivation still left him with lingering fear.

He had to admit that even at the peak of his cultivation, he might not have been able to defeat that mysterious person.

"Who!?"

Chu Qichuan, who had been facing away from everyone, abruptly let out a sharp shout.

He suddenly turned his head, his piercing gaze shooting directly towards the shadowy corner.

Swoosh!

In a flash of a shadow, Chu Qichuan moved as swiftly as a ghost.

Almost simultaneously, he raised his right palm swiftly, the palm’s center turning fiery red like a blaze. Wisps of chilling aura seemed tangible, spiraling upward from the palm.

In an instant, it was like a layer of bone-chilling fog rapidly spreading around, encompassing the surrounding space in a vortex of sinister and biting cold.

Jiang Shouzhong, who had been quietly eavesdropping on their conversation in the shadows, felt his heart tighten, alarmed.

He hadn’t expected to be noticed despite his cautiousness.

Jiang Shouzhong no longer concealed his presence, drawing the Spirit Water Sword from his waist and charging at Chu Qichuan swiftly.

Chu Qichuan did not dodge or flinch, transforming his left palm into a fist, a layer of bluish glow emanating from it, accompanied by the sound of wind being sliced, directly striking Jiang Shouzhong’s sword blade.

The clash of fist and sword was like the clanging of metal.

In the palm’s gust, flames and ice shards simultaneously whistled out.

Before Jiang Shouzhong could wrap the sword around Chu Qichuan’s arm, he felt a powerful force, his tiger’s mouth violently shuddering, nearly losing grip of the hilt, and he stumbled backward several steps, ice shards forming around his footprints.

Jiang Shouzhong steadied his sword once more, utilizing the swordsmanship taught by Yan Changqing.

The sword shadows overlapped, resembling the blossoming of pear flowers, enveloping Chu Qichuan’s vital points.

In an instant, the dungeon was filled with powerful energy, scattering sand and stones.

Tu Danalie, watching the fight between the two, had an astonished glimmer in his eyes, silently wondering as he observed Jiang Shouzhong’s swordsmanship: "Is this the Sword Demon’s Greedy Life Swordsmanship? How does this kid know it?"

Pucha Xiaohua also didn’t expect someone else to be hidden within the dungeon.

She glanced at Tu Danalie but chose not to help Chu Qichuan, instead standing aside and watching.

Just as both sides were engaged in fierce combat, Chu Qichuan’s body suddenly twisted bizarrely, splitting into two, transforming into a male and female form.

The woman held a long needle in her hand, flickering with an eerie purple glow, with obscure runes on it, as if there were souls struggling within.

The long needle shot towards Jiang Shouzhong like a purple lightning.

Where the needle flew, the space rippled slightly, as if a thin cut had been made.

Jiang Shouzhong sensed something, sidestepped quickly, and the purple needle brushed past his clothes, accompanied by a sound of breaking wind, embedding into the stone wall behind him.

The woman flipped her wrist, and the silver needle returned to her hand.

Chu Qichuan’s male form came from the side, clashing directly with Jiang Shouzhong’s sword moves.

Meanwhile, the female form continuously shot out the silver needle, like cold stars, specifically aiming at Jiang Shouzhong’s vulnerabilities for a cunning attack. Where the needles reached, black mist spread, as if countless small hands were tugging at Jiang Shouzhong’s clothes.

It was Jiang Shouzhong’s first time encountering such an eerie opponent, causing a moment of clumsiness.

However, relying on the ingenuity of the Greedy Life Swordsmanship, Jiang Shouzhong gradually stabilized, feigned a sword move to force back Chu Qichuan’s male form, and then suddenly leapt back several zhang.

In the moment of the woman’s stealth attack, he swiftly brushed his hands at his waist, and a Seven Kills Blade emitting an ominous blood glow appeared in his grip.

With the appearance of the blade, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a faint scent of blood spread.

"Seven Kills Blade?"

Tu Danalie was utterly astonished.

Swish!

Jiang Shouzhong swiftly drew the blade.

The erupting blood-red blade light seemed to stir up a surging blood sea, warping the space it passed through.

The faces of Chu Qichuan and his wife changed dramatically at the sight, and they merged back into one, both palms striking out together, facing Jiang Shouzhong’s Seven Kills Blade.

However, they underestimated the power of the Seven Kills Blade.

With a deafening crash, Chu Qichuan and his wife were pushed back several zhangs by the ferocious blade energy, slamming heavily against the stone wall of the dungeon, their bodies embedded deep within the wall.

The stone wall instantly cracked, with stone fragments scattering all over.

The force also extinguished several torches around the wall.

The dungeon became considerably dimmer.

Only a few flickering flames struggled to survive in the wind, casting a chaotic scene.

"Madam!"

Chu Qichuan called out hurriedly.

On the woman’s face appeared several bloody cracks, with black blood seeping out, looking sinister and terrifying.

"Husband, I want to eat him! I want to eat him!"

The woman shouted angrily.

Just as she finished speaking, their bodies began twisting violently, with bones emitting a horrifying "crack-crack" sound, seemingly undergoing an abnormal reshaping.

In the blink of an eye, their arms and legs bent and elongated like spiders, joints twisting at peculiar angles, supporting themselves on the ground in an unnerving posture.

Their heads were positioned one above the other, and their facial features were rapidly merging and distorting, eyes growing large and bulging, flashing a disturbing mix of eerie green and red light.

Their mouths split open to the ear roots, revealing rows of sharp, jagged teeth, with saliva emitting a foul odor flowing between the gaps.

"Good heavens, have they been polluted by nuclear wastewater?"

Jiang Shouzhong was shocked by their appearance.