One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 599 - 487: Who Gave You the Courage to Lay a Hand on My Family!

Ominous darkness filled the room, wavering red lights, the pervasive stench of decay in the air, along with secretive whispers emanating from the dark.

BOOM!

A startling thunderclap broke the silence of the dead city, followed by the hiss of rain.

Gazing at the writhing monster on the throne, Ji Huaxi felt a chill crawl up her spine to the scalp.

Her head seemed ready to explode, her face etched with confusion as events before her eyes far exceeded her ability to comprehend. The monster roared, hysterically shouting, "Run!" But what exactly had transpired in the palace during her seclusion, and why had Ji Xuance transformed into such a state? Her boiling thoughts twisted like venomous snakes in her brain.

The air was laced with a strange, metallic scent, accelerating Ji Huaxi’s blood flow, agitating her entire Being.

SPLURCH!

Her face bore unease.

She looked like a young girl violated in an alleyway, helplessly stepping back.

Then, a piercing pain emanated from her abdomen as a burning liquid spurted out.

Ji Huaxi froze, her pupils trembling, as she dumbly looked down to find her luxurious xiapi fairy dress stained a dark crimson with blood.

A hand, covered in black Armor, dripping with blood, pierced through the Princess’s beautifully curved back, emerging from her front, its spreading fingers intermixed with some pale-white entrails.

BANG!

The hand then violently ripped out, clenching with force.

Ji Huaxi felt an icy numbing cold spread rapidly from her Dantian area in her lower abdomen, engrossing her entire body.

"Get lost!"

BOOM!

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

The Power within her body burst forth, like a bomb being detonated.

A ball of orange-red fire expanded, sending the Imperial Army guards flying backward, slamming heavily against the rear doors.

Clutching the wound in her abdomen, Ji Huaxi’s blood continued to flow unrestrained between her fingers. Some strange power attached to her wound suppressed her formidable Life Force, preventing the Healing of her injury. One after another, the events that unfolded were too much—first, her brother turned into a monster, and then the old Imperial Army guard, who had been by her side, suddenly betrayed her.

None of these things were within her expectations.

After a brief shock,

Ji Huaxi slowly came to her senses, her body turning cold as she realized she had fallen into a massive trap.

"Clap!" Clapping sounds emerged from the darkness nearby, and like a tangible darkness dispersing, two tall and august figures emerged from behind the Coiled Dragon Pillar in the side hall. One wore a face of pity, while the other had a sinister smile.

"Descenders!" Ji Huaxi stared at them intently, enunciating each word.

"Indeed, it is us," Kulika nodded.

"Tsk, tsk, what a splendid performance," Jialuo commented, sniffing the blood scent in the air, his pale, ghoulish face brimming with intoxicated delight.

"Did you turn my brother into this inhuman, ghostly figure?" Ji Huaxi clenched her fists, her voice squeezing through her teeth. Her clear pupils slowly took on a blood-red hue, like a cornered wild animal, an unprecedented fury was brewing within her. Her heartbeat quickened, and the Dragon Blood bestowed upon her by Su Heng boiled.

"To be precise, we only did half the job,"

Kulika gently explained, "He once tried to break through using the remnants of Destruction Power, his body had contained too much foreign power, we simply ignited this suppressed portion."

"Judging by your reaction, our work was rather satisfactory," Jialuo said with a twisted laugh.

"It’s not only your brother, but your father too, who has been gravely injured at our hands," Kulika added.

BOOM!

A blinding flash of lightning seemed to explode before Ji Huaxi’s eyes.

"Father, Father!"

She pushed open the grand doors to find her father, who once seemed like a Heavenly God, covered in blood.

His internal organs were almost hollowed out, one arm torn from the shoulder, his body marred by blackened, necrotic wounds.

As Dynasty Emperor, her father would never recklessly enter the perilous realms of eternal life, and his might as Emperor Wu, even amongst the Realm Lord Realm, was prominent. How could he have suffered such severe injuries at his peak, his Life Force rapidly fading, even leading to a desperate, fatal downfall? Back then, Ji Huaxi had found this incident extremely strange; her father had always been deeply secretive about the mastermind behind it.

"But why?" Ji Huaxi couldn’t comprehend; she had no enmity with these Descenders, so why would they do this?

"Why?" Jialuo sneered, "If a hunting dog stretches its paws on its master’s table, the consequences are severe. If a hand should be cut, cut the hand; if a foot, then the foot."

"I see," Ji Huaxi’s expression grew chillier, standing tall and straight.

"Your father and your brother have already walked down a dead end; do you also wish to repeat their mistakes? Now, if you beg for mercy, kneel and surrender, there is still time," Kulika persuaded.

"It’s just a fight to the death!" Ji Huaxi raised her head and let out a long howl, her hair coming loose, her clothing fluttering wildly like turbulent waters. Reaching into the void, she grasped, and a red fire-imbued long spear appeared in her hand with a "clang."

"Kill!"

Ji Huaxi lunged forward.

Faced with such desperate straits, she did not choose to shrink back but to fight to the death.

"An insect trying to stop a chariot, overestimating your own strength," Jialuo said coldly, "You and your father are both fools."

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