Chapter 41
Dark Battle Angel.
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Yan Youmei's face darkened, her eyes hard as steel.
"This is my final warning, Kuang Luosheng. You are the one crossing the line."
The crowd held its breath.
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"Jiejiejie… Are you threatening me? You should think trice before you do, or I should tell everyone that—"
Kuang Luosheng's laughter split the air, shrill and triumphant—then cut off into a jagged shriek. His body convulsed violently, like a puppet whose strings had been yanked by cruel hands.
The crowd's eyes widened. What kind of demon could scream like that?
In Yan Youmei's pale hands shimmered a small stone bell, identical to the bone bell hanging from Kuang's neck. Its surface corroded under her surging Qi, hissing as cracks spidered across it.
"GHHHHRRRAAAAAAAH!"
Kuang Luosheng staggered, clawing at his own throat as though the bone bell around his neck was sawing him apart from within, but no matter how much he yanked it the bell wouldn't budge.
The arena erupted. For the first time, the fiend looked vulnerable.
"You wicked—Jiejiejie—bitch!" Kuang spat, foam and blood frothing at his lips. "Planned this… hahh… all to silence me… before I exposed your—ghhhrrrrrrr!"
He dropped Yan Feitian like discarded meat, both hands clutching his skull.
The crowd roared with excitement, their terror briefly replaced with savage hope. But behind their cheers lurked whispers: Why does she even have that bell?
Why does it work?
What is her connection?
What is she hidding?
Why is she trying to silence him?
Yan Youmei ignored them. Her face was a mask of iron. Better they doubt me than hear what he was about to reveal.
She could never let the crowd know that she was the one who had invited him in the first place to secretly deal with the Yin-yang dynasty or the fact she was actually Yan Rouxi whome had taken over her daughter's body (Yan Youmei) and was now playing Yan Youmei.
Those were dirty secret she must take to her grave.
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A sharp glint lit up Lu Xietong's eyes. Now! This is the moment!
Without hesitation, she ripped open a vial of sanguine essence, swallowing it down before burning it in her core.
She ignited every ounce of the sanguine essence at once unlike the last last time when it had been at a steady pace to deal with Yan Feitian, hence the result was a savage power a hundred fold than before.
The taste of copper and ash spread through her mouth as her aura ignited.
Pseudo Dharma Idol!
Twin carp, one black, one white, twisted and swirled around her before merging into a monstrous draconic fish. Its scales shimmered like fractured mirrors, its eyes gleaming with abyssal light.
The heavens seemed to recoil as its maw gaped wide.
Bloodline art: Nemesis Synchrony!
It roared, spitting forth a storm of black ice wreathed in netherflames—a rain of frozen hellfire that bent the air itself.
The attack screamed toward Kuang Luosheng.
For the first time, even the meek crowd dared to hope. Yes. Yes! This might actually kill him!
But before impact, the air rippled.
A black blob of living ink oozed into existence around Kuang Luosheng, thick like tar vomited from some abyss. It swallowed the flames whole, sizzling and writhing as the netherfire gnawed at its bulk.
With every wave of ice and fire, chunks of the blob froze, cracked, then evaporated.vPiece by piece, it withered.
"It's working!" someone shouted. "Just a little longer—he can't keep it up!"
Time crawled. Within half an incense stick, the blob was faint, trembling, on the verge of collapse.
The draconic fish lunged, scales blazing with finality as it's tail wiped at it.
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BOOOOM!
The blob exploded, bursting into a choking mist.
From the haze staggered Kuang Luosheng, his robes torn, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth—yet his grin remained.
It was evident that he had still been wounded by the attack even when he was shrouded by the inky abomination.
"Did you really think… hahh… that I'd fall to such a cheap trick? Jiejiejie…" His teeth gleamed red with blood.
The black mist within the ward warped before it suddenly reappear outside, curled around Yan Youmei's bell, hissing as it smothered her Qi. The glow dimmed. Her weapon's bite weakened.
Yan Youmei eyes narrowed, no matter what she did she couldn't dissipate the black mist even with the help of other experts.
Kuang's laughter sharpened. The horrifying pain had was now negligible. He could now also use a bit of his power.
Kuang Luosheng hadn't been idle when the black blob had shrouded him, he had tampered with the blobs nature sacrificing it for this effect.
This had been why the blob had been unable to endure Lu Xietong's.
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In a blur, he lunged. His clawed hand sliced through Lu Xietong's pseudo-Idol like paper, shattering the draconic fish into motes of dust.
And then—cold, skeletal fingers closed around her throat.
The world tilted. Her body spasmed violently as a foul suction dragged at her very soul. Her soul twisted, warped, stretched thin as her consciousness dimmed.
Kuang's grin widened. "Mmmm… such a tender, unstable soul. Like stealing fruit from a broken orchard. You'll taste exquisite. I will devour you first then deal with that witch later."
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SHRRRRRRK!
The sound of silk tearing echoed—not in the air, but in Lu Xietong's soul.
A jagged void split open within her. This should have marked her end—her essence unraveling into nothingness.
But instead… it changed. Something in her soul was triggered.
From the void, a star was born. A star of pure midnight.
A Vanta Black Star.
Its gravity surged outward, tearing Kuang's tendrils from her soul like weeds ripped from soil.
A suction greater than his own yawned open, feeding hungrily. His energy was dragged into her, consumed, and the more it devoured, the more the star expanded.
Kuang's grin faltered. His eyes narrowed in disbelief. "...What the hell are you?!"
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The arena began to quake. The ground beneath Lu Xietong splintered, spiderweb cracks racing outward.
The viewing stands shook violently as dust and stone rained from above. Screams filled the air.
"Is this Kuang Luosheng's power again?" someone cried.
"No… it's her! Look—it's coming from her!"
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And then, the sky itself tore open.
A colossal vision unfurled across the heavens, vast and alien:
Cities burning. Stars bleeding rivers of light. Angels screaming as their wings were ripped apart.
And in the center—
A girl.
A hooded figure with black feathered wings, standing tall upon a battlefield of corpses. Her whip, dripping with scarlet gore, coiled like a serpent in her hand.
She did not move. She did not speak. She simply stood, calm in the ruin.
The evening twilight bled red across the horizon, the perfect stage for her silhouette.
The crowd trembled. It was an apocalyptic scene, like the decent of a Dark Battle Angel.
Even Kuang Luosheng, who laughed at everything, who mocked gods and spat at fate—his chuckle died in his throat.
Yan Youmei rose slowly, her lips parting, yet no sound dared leave her mouth.
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🎬 Behind the Scenes: Chapter 41 – Dark Battle Angel.
\[Scene: The Pit of the Damned set. Props are scattered, fake blood everywhere.
Kuang Luosheng (pacing, holding his throat):
"Jiejiejie—no wait, cut the laugh! Who the hell wrote this scene?! Getting strangled, burned, frozen, AND soul-sucked in one chapter? That's workplace harassment!"
Lu Xietong (fanning herself with script pages):
"Workplace harassment? You nearly ATE my soul! If the director didn't hand me that Black Star upgrade at the last minute, I'd be extra crispy fish fillet by now."
Yan Youmei (shaking the stone bell, unimpressed):
"And I had to pull a cursed bell out of nowhere like some low budget stage magician. Do you know how confusing that was for my character arc? Readers are gonna riot."
Kuang (snorting):
"Confusing? Lady, your bell had the same power as a Wi-Fi router in the middle of a thunderstorm. One shake and I almost coughed up my liver!"
Yan Feitian (from the corner, sipping tea with a blank stare):
"…I was on the ground the entire time. Again. Why am I even the with the protagonist?"
Kuang (grinning suddenly):
"Jiejiejie… fine, fine. But next chapter, I'm demanding hazard pay. Either that or a monologue where I roast everyone before I explode."
Lu Xietong (rolling eyes):
"Sure. And maybe I'll get a contract clause that says 'No more choking scenes'—my throat's had enough trauma. I'm a starrrr you know!"
Director's Voice (off-screen):
"Alright people, enough whining! Reset the stage.