Damned Healer-Chapter 647: You’re A Fake!

Darian sealed the runes, preventing the whip from exploding. Then, when he placed it into his inventory, it was as if it vanished from the world, making Melva completely lose her connection to it.

Her face twisted with rage, and in an instant, the unparalleled genius—regarded as the future leader of the Primordial Empire—turned into a beast consumed by fury. The Thousand Feathers Dress shone brightly, and her fingers stretched like claws as she lunged at Darian.

Losing that Bone Whip drove her completely insane. She had never felt such indignation in her entire life.

She had cultivated a high-level fist-strengthening technique precisely to wield that whip to its fullest. Because of that, even without her weapon, she could still attack with her bare hands like a tigress using her claws.

Her fingers and nails pulsed with a bloody light, slicing through the void and releasing deafening sounds. Even without her weapon, she was still absolutely terrifying.

However, in the middle of her overwhelming fury, her technique became a complete mess. She had clearly gone mad.

Darian grabbed her claws with his bare hands. Even so, Melva's power was no joke, and using only his Stellar Physique, her nails dug deep into his flesh.

She then yanked her hand back and lunged forward, trying to bite Darian's neck. She had completely lost her sanity and no longer cared about her dignity.

Facing the uncontrolled attack, Darian snorted and grabbed the sleeves of the Thousand Feathers Dress. Suddenly, the dress shone intensely and tightened, making Melva stiffen. She was trapped by her own Thousand Feathers Dress.

"What's happening?!" The shock snapped her out of her frenzy, and she stared at the feathers in disbelief.

"Give me this!" Darian demanded, yanking her dress.

"NO!"

She screamed in shock as the Thousand Feathers Dress was torn off her body.

The priceless treasure that countless experts across the universe would go insane over was taken just like that, without any ceremony.

The moment he pulled it away, Awel appeared and grabbed the dress with a radiant smile. Obviously, the spirit of the dress worked together with Darian to escape.

Darian wasted no time and sealed everything with the power of chaos.

"Thank you, Master," Awel said brightly, then entered the inventory.

The very next second, Tir came out of the inventory, practically being kicked out by his two sisters. Darian was still fighting and might need a weapon. Tir had been focused on studying the inheritance he received, but had no choice but to leave the two enjoying their new toys.

"What?!" Niara, who had been focused on that man, turned around just in time to see Darian rip Melva's clothes off. "A fake! You're a fake! You're actually a man!"

At that moment, Melva was just as she came into the world. Exposed, her true form was revealed, her figure looking like a stick.

She froze for a moment after being stripped. But upon hearing Niara's shout, she let out an ear-piercing screech, and flames quickly condensed into a thin fabric, covering her body.

Darian snorted. He had no choice and had taken a good look earlier, and he could say for sure that she was not a man. Still, it was true that she used a disguise to give herself feminine volume under her clothes. It was so perfect that it was almost impossible to detect.

"Holy shit, I take back what I said about being a man, because even a man has more meat to grab!" Niara continued mercilessly. "She's so dried up I can't tell which side is the front or the back! What kind of joke is this? Used a transformation technique to pretend she had something to offer? Not even the horniest man could get his sword up for a dried-up stick like that."

"I'll kill you!" Melva let out a savage roar, slamming her hands together, her eyes scarlet with fury.

The red-haired man and the muscular man had just gotten back to their feet when they suddenly saw this and were left stunned.

Darian quickly realized what was happening. She's self-destructing!

"Melva, don't be an idiot!"

At that instant, a shout echoed out, and a rune lit up on Melva's forehead, stopping her detonation.

The three men turned pale immediately. It only took Darian one glance to be sure: that was the Emperor's voice.

The Emperor had left his spiritual mark on her—his most precious daughter and possible successor. Although he could not enter the Golden Sky Mountain, that spiritual mark managed to follow her and do some useful things. Cultivators could easily perform this kind of feat using Qi.

Unfortunately for him, a spiritual mark like that was extremely weak. He could not do something major, like attacking an enemy strong enough to kill her, for example.

"This has gone too far! I don't even have the courage to keep living anymore. I'll drag everyone down with me into the abyss!" Melva roared, her face completely twisted.

"Oh, shut it! Where's all that shameless gall gone?" Niara sneered, rubbing salt and pepper into the wound. "You lost your nerve just because we can see you? Please, your ass has been invisible since the day you were born! You're just a goddamn stick—get used to it!"

"AAH! DIE!"

Niara's provocation made Melva lose her mind once again. She completely ignored the Emperor as the Celestial Destiny Disc behind her contracted, making the sky and the earth change color.

"Looks like this kind of detonation will be pretty strong. Come on, let me see if your self-destruction can hurt me," Darian said calmly.

*BOOM!*

An explosive sound rang out, but not an actual explosion. In truth, it was the sound of a rune detonating on her, releasing countless thin white threads that bound her in place.

"Father! Let me go! I'll kill them!" Melva struggled desperately, but she was quickly immobilized.

Seeing that, Darian grabbed Tir and attacked immediately.

However, his attack passed straight through Melva without leaving a trace. It was as if those white threads had placed her in an ethereal state, making her figure fade away rapidly.

"You will pay the price for your reckless actions!" the Emperor's icy voice echoed. "Murkum, activate everything without hesitation."

Melva's figure vanished at the exact moment that voice resounded.

"Tch, you think we're scared of you?" Niara mocked the threat.

Internally, Darian was excited. This was exactly what he wanted; otherwise, he would have gone all out to kill her.

At that moment, Ramel let out a startled shout. Niara quickly glanced to the side, only to see that the chain he had created to bind himself to the corpse had been cut.

Murkum, who had been watching and enjoying the whole thing the entire time, moved immediately upon hearing the Emperor's order. He made only a subtle gesture, as if commanding something invisible.

Then, the Nether power inside the corpse moved of its own will and destroyed the chain.

"DIE!"

The red-haired man and the muscular man roared in unison and attacked Darian at the same time, using all their power.

Darian turned to face them without the slightest emotion. At that moment…

His eyes shone with a different light.

"Playtime's over."

The instant those words left Darian's lips, the two felt their souls freeze.

The dagger in his hand pulsed, releasing a terrifying black power. Without hesitation, he slashed.

**SLASH!!**

A sharp sound echoed throughout the Golden Sky World. Space and the void were brutally split in two.

A black blade surged toward both of them at the same time. In desperation, they tried to use their Destiny Discs, but before the attack even reached them, the discs shattered like glass.

Murkum stood there, watching it all, his expression completely stunned.

Not even the City Lord could easily kill them using only his own power. Using the Sacred Treasure, maybe it would be possible against one of them—but against both at the same time? Under normal circumstances, that would be impossible.

The two had no chance at all. Their bodies turned into a bloody mist, vanishing as if they were ants being crushed.

Murkum's head buzzed. Without thinking twice, he charged straight toward the corpse.

His body lit up, revealing his true physical form.

He was a very tall, thin man, almost skeletal, covered in pulsing black markings and radiating pure Nether power. When he activated everything he had and fully revealed himself, all the power within the corpse responded to his command.

"Come back!" Niara roared, rushing toward him.

At that instant…

She received a mental message and was taken aback.

Darian moved closer to her.

The corpse turned and spread its gigantic wings. The resulting astral wind crushed Ramel and Ailik like two flies.

Ramel roared and rushed in front of Ailik, using all his strength to withstand the impact alone.

He slammed into it, and the two were thrown far away, with Ramel coughing up blood.

Darian turned into a blur and caught Ailik in his arms. She was clutching a small Sparrow tightly.

Ailik's eyes widened as she asked, "What's going on? I was so close!"

"Damn it, this can't end like this!" Ramel roared as well, grinding his teeth in desperation.

At that moment, the corpse trembled. It raised one foot and brought it down toward Darian, making that entire small world shake violently.