I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 685 - 685: 653. Miss Mu, please come into the jar!

Xia Feng was astonished at Mu Qingtong and the others revealing their strength.

What? Isn't this a bit too outrageous!

Eighteen Miss Mus with the same strength as Mu Qingtong?

Who could possibly take on that?

I'm done for!

Just as Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine, he dashed away from where he stood!

"Zila!!"

Nine serpent-like lightning bolts made of purple electricity roared past where he vanished, along with two identical black-dressed women with cold, beautiful faces and silver hair wildly dancing in the thunderlight.

Xia Feng reappeared a hundred meters away, but there was no time to look back, as the other Mu Qingtongs advanced towards him all at once, exuding murderous intent!

Xia Feng quickly concealed himself into the Holy Knight Space, continuing his escape.

Then he noticed the real Mu Qingtong leaning leisurely against an ice pillar, watching the spectacle.

"Miss Mu, aren't you being a bit too relaxed?"

"Mr. Xia, didn't you say you could easily beat me? Here's your chance."

The silver-haired woman smiled softly, "Eighteen of me should be a small problem for you?"

"!" Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, immediately rushing towards her to lead the wolves to their prey.

And at that moment.

In the thick fog, eighteen faint figures appeared again.

To both of their amazement, this time it wasn't Mu Qingtong.

It was Xia Feng!

Eighteen Xia Fengs in white robes showed indifferent expressions, six pale-golden tails unfurling behind them, surrounded by golden light as they headed straight for Mu Qingtong.

"Hey~" Xia Feng no longer approached Mu Qingtong, turned around, and ran, taunting, "Miss Mu, are you scared now~?"

Whoosh——

But just as he finished speaking, the silver-haired woman lazily resting on the ice pillar adjusted her golden-rimmed glasses and suddenly relocated behind one of the 'Xia Fengs', her long knife gleaming with cold light, tracing a perfect half-arc through the snowy air.

Swoosh—'Xia Feng' was decapitated.

Xia Feng's neck instinctively shrunk.

Mu Qingtong contemplated while glancing at the long knife in her hand; unlike the 'Mu Qingtongs', the 'Xia Fengs' fluctuated strangely between Apprentice Spirit Master and Venerable levels.

Which made it easy for her to chop off a Xia Feng head.

Though honestly, it felt....

Pretty good.

The silver-haired woman slowly lifted her beautiful eyes, scanning the area for the 'Xia Fengs' still rushing at her recklessly, her lips curled into a slightly cruel yet gentle smile.

"Chop——"

"Chop——Chop——"

One fresh head after another flew into the air, falling into the pure snow along with drops of scarlet blood.

Xia Feng's eye twitched and internally cursed the abnormal witch, while rapidly constructing Spiritual Particle deconstruction over his hands, forming a red light stream which he fiercely struck backward.

Behind, two silver-haired women stealthily approaching were hit squarely in their foreheads, their figures halting, as irregular cracks sputtered across their brows, boom——

Their beautiful heads shattered into radiant pieces, their bodies slowly toppling into the snow.

[A-level Spiritual Clothes·Photon Annihilation]

Initially frightened by the sudden appearance of so many 'Mu Qingtongs', Xia Feng hadn't observed carefully, but now he also noticed the weakness of the 'Mu Qingtongs'.

These fakes always used B-level and C-level Spiritual Clothes in battle and seemed incapable of using A-level Spiritual Clothes, nor Miss Mu's Spiritual Artifact.

Like this, things got much simpler.

Whoosh whoosh——

From four directions, three silver-haired women each charged at him.

Their fingertips flashed with purple-red thunderlight, converging to form a larger whirling thunder dragon.

It seemed pretty intimidating.

Xia Feng twisted his neck, a Gui Blade shimmering with bloodlight appeared in his hand, and his lips curled into a slightly cruel grin.

After half a minute.

The snowy ground was littered with the headless bodies of black-dressed women.

Xia Feng stood with his right foot on the rear of a face-down black-dressed woman buried in the snow, holding a beautiful head with silver hair fluttering in his hand.

Across from him.

By Mu Qingtong's feet, numerous gruesome heads lay like ants at her feet; under her elegant black skirt, her right high-heeled leg slightly lifted, stepping on a skull's back deeply pressed into the snow.

A distance of a hundred meters, wind and snow lashed, cold and piercing.

As their gazes met, black eyes and golden eyes both narrowed slightly.

Boom——As Xia Feng crushed the last Qing Tong head in his hand.

These bizarre duplicates abruptly disintegrated into pale gray spiritual light, quickly floating upward.

Both of them looked up at the same time, watching as the spiritual particles dispersed rapidly, speeding toward Black Moon City and merging into the formidable barrier around its grand fortress.

Mu Qingtong spoke thoughtfully in a calm voice:

"It appears to be a kind of automatic defense mechanism belonging to Black Moon City. Anyone approaching a certain range of the city will be subjected to this illusion technique, preventing outsiders from moving forward."

"Though it is unknown how exactly this mechanism operates, and why Mr. Xia, your copies were so weak."

Whoosh——

Before the soft voice could fully drop, the place Xia Feng once stood was only a swirling snow mist and a blurred afterimage left behind.

The afterimage flickered to the back of the black-dressed woman, where a palm slapped down forcefully——

"Slap——!"

Beneath the elegant black skirt, the waves of the hips rippled.

Xia Feng turned and ran, his mocking smile echoing through the snowy misted world, "Miss Mu, strength doesn't lie in words. If you always act so arrogantly, all it shows is that you're not just overconfident, but laughably weak!"

The black-dressed woman: "!!!!"

Underneath the snow sky, the world plunged into a silent void.

A haunting inferno clung like a bone-biting curse, burning the soul, scorching the nerves, rising into an endless purgatory capable of incinerating the heavens, and at this moment——

Mu Qingtong's first nerve, like an old string of a violin, buzzed——and snapped instantly!

Ding~~~

Beneath the shadowy snowstorm wind, Mu Qingtong's calm, cool face slowly raised, gazing at the strange night sky hanging over Black Moon. She seemed to hear a crisp bell chime resound through the world, pleasing and melodious.

The tingling sensation atop her hips lingered.

But she did not care, her stunning face remaining serene, while at this moment, her lips curled into a....

Shallow, mischievous smile.

Whoosh——whoosh——

Her steps casual, she leisurely walked in the direction Mr. Xia had fled.

Xia Feng did not leave but instead rushed into the wide-open Earth Gate Barrier, entering the underground safehouse.

The safehouse was a full three thousand meters belowground, with a tunnel riddled with traps in between.

But both Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong had received trap maps from Cha Naixue.

Cha Naixue didn't play any tricks, so Xia Feng quickly reached the interior of the safehouse.

The safehouse was cozily arranged and looked like a small two-bedroom apartment.

Furniture was complete.

Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue were not home, their message saying they were tracking a Black Moon Priest and would be back in a while.

Additionally, Cha Naixue mentioned this safehouse was actually a Divine Relic, not only possessing extremely strong defenses but also capable of materializing any environment the user imagines.

Xia Feng pondered for a moment, and the living room, kitchen, and bedroom scene faded as light flowed and transformed into a luxurious room in a high-rise building.

This was the Bronze Building where Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong had their first 'intense battle'.

He nodding with satisfaction, turned to quietly watch the doorway.

The battlefield was prepared, Miss Mu, welcome to the trap!