The thousand-meter giant dragon that Long Xiaoyao had transformed into stared blankly at Wang Chen, listening to his words. He was completely stunned.
Over the years, Long Xiaoyao had indeed suspected that something was fishy about what happened back then.
But he had always been deceiving himself, unwilling to dig deeper, fearing it would ruin Ye Xishui's image in his heart.
Now, however, Wang Chen's words shattered his illusions, laying the bloody truth bare before him.
As for whether he doubted Wang Chen was lying, Long Xiaoyao was over two hundred years old; he wasn't so foolish that, with the truth staring him in the face, he couldn't tell fact from fiction.
The only reason he had been deceived by Ye Xishui was that the one deceiving him was Ye Xishui, the woman he loved most. He had been willing to believe.
Otherwise, if he were truly that stupid, how could he have cultivated to the realm of a Limit Douluo?
Besides Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui heard Wang Chen reveal her greatest secret. Her eyes instantly turned blood-red.
She glared at Wang Chen's damned mouth. She didn't want to wait another second—she wanted to tear that mouth apart so he could never speak again!
A burst of blood-red light erupted behind Ye Xishui. Six black and three red soul rings rose and circled her.
Behind her emerged a massive blood-colored silhouette with six pairs of blood-colored wings.
This was Ye Xishui's martial soul, the Blood Soul Demon Puppet—a top-tier evil martial soul that evolved by devouring souls. Once cultivated to perfection, it was in no way inferior to a super martial soul.
As a Limit Douluo, Ye Xishui had long since cultivated her martial soul to perfection by devouring countless souls.
Along with the martial soul appeared twelve egg-sized orbs radiating intense blood light.
These twelve blood souls were Ye Xishui's signature technique, the Blood Soul Grand Method—a secret art she had created herself. It could attack or defend.
It could even substitute for death or be devoured to amplify her own strength. Its uses were truly infinite.
But creating these blood souls was extremely demanding. Each one was formed from ten thousand resentful spirits devouring each other through a secret method, leaving only the strongest.
When a blood soul first formed, it was only the size of a fingernail.
To make it grow stronger, it needed to be continuously fed souls.
To grow a fingernail-sized blood soul to the size of an egg required at least tens of thousands of souls.
One could only imagine how many lives Ye Xishui had taken—souls devoured to evolve her martial soul, souls needed to cultivate her secret art, and souls required to use the Death God Tower.
Her crimes were beyond description; even "countless evils" or "heinous sins" fell short of capturing Ye Xishui's wickedness.
Yet this butcher, this anti-human king of evil soul masters, was now visibly panicked.
Ye Xishui's heart was in chaos. She didn't even have the mind to wonder how Wang Chen knew these secrets—secrets that only she and the long-dead Elder Zhong Li should have known.
All she wanted now was to silence him. She feared that if Long Xiaoyao learned the truth, he would leave her.
Ye Xishui couldn't bear to imagine Long Xiaoyao leaving her. Just the thought made her feel like she was going mad.
If Long Xiaoyao truly left her, she didn't know what meaning her life would still hold. She might as well die.
With a shrill scream, Ye Xishui's martial soul, the Blood Soul Demon Puppet, and the twelve blood souls surged into her body, merging with her as one.
In an instant, her body doubled in size. Evil blood-colored energy condensed, making Ye Xishui look as if she were carved from ruby.
With this massive transformation, her aura also rose—at least thirty percent stronger than before. In terms of presence, she now surpassed Long Xiaoyao beside her.
A violent wave of blood energy erupted from within her, like a surging blood-colored ocean, sweeping across the heavens and earth.
Boundless Sea of Blood!
With a piercing scream, Ye Xishui transformed into a blood shadow, sweeping the sea of blood with her as she charged toward Wang Chen at blinding speed.
Clearly, she wanted to kill Wang Chen as quickly as possible and silence him.
Wang Chen watched Ye Xishui frantically use her secret art and charge at him. He remained calm, simply pouring soul power into the God-Suppressing Spear in his hand.
Earlier, when Ye Xishui had attacked him from afar with the Death God Tower, his spatial imprisonment couldn't reach her.
Now that she had stepped into the range of his spatial imprisonment, Wang Chen wouldn't let this opportunity slip.
With the million-year martial soul true body and several hundred-thousand-year soul rings amplifying it, the God-Suppressing Spear's power was immense. Even a Limit Douluo would be imprisoned.
Though the imprisonment lasted only a short time, it was enough to establish an advantage—or even decide life and death against an evenly matched opponent. Such was the terror of spatial skills.
In an instant, the God-Suppressing Spear erupted with brilliant golden light. A massive amount of spatial power condensed at the sharp tip, and Wang Chen thrust it forward—Spatial Imprisonment.
The churning sea of blood froze in place. Then, Wang Chen teleported, becoming a streaking arrow that pierced into the sea of blood, ruthlessly striking at Ye Xishui's true body within.
Ye Xishui's blood-red eyes stared at Wang Chen as he attacked. Her gaze was calm yet crazed. She didn't even try to vibrate her dual soul cores to resist the spatial imprisonment.
As a Limit Douluo at her peak, amplified by her secret art, if she resisted with full force, the spatial imprisonment would hold her for an extremely short time.
It might not even last a snap of the fingers. In that brief moment, Wang Chen might not even land his strike before she broke free.
She would lose the initiative and fall into a disadvantage, but at most, she would be injured—she absolutely wouldn't die.
Yet at this moment, Ye Xishui chose not to resist. A mad thought had formed in her mind: she would use this chance to test whether Long Xiaoyao still loved her.
If he didn't save her, if he no longer loved her, then she would simply die. She had lived long enough anyway.
(In the original story, Ye Xishui, a pure madwoman, deliberately stepped into a trap set by Xu Tianran to test Long Xiaoyao's love for her, only to be blasted to death by numerous level-9 fixed soul ammunition cannons.)
At this critical moment, Long Xiaoyao watched the woman he had loved and followed his entire life face danger.
Instinctively, his dragon claw shot out, piercing through space and grabbing toward Wang Chen.
Wang Chen's strike could indeed kill Ye Xishui, but Long Xiaoyao's claw would undoubtedly kill Wang Chen as well.
After all, Wang Chen's physique wasn't strong enough to withstand Long Xiaoyao's black dragon claw.
With Wang Chen's terrifying talent and potential, how could he be willing to perish together with Ye Xishui? His figure flashed, teleporting to dodge the dragon claw.
Wang Chen looked at Long Xiaoyao's intervention and sighed. What a pity—just a little short. Otherwise, he could have gravely injured or even killed Ye Xishui.
To think he had deliberately concealed the information that Ye Xishui loved Long Xiaoyao. Long Xiaoyao, why are you such a simp?
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