Turns Out I'm the Real Monster?!

"Haha, a double delight!

Today, this King shall enjoy the pleasure of having both of you!"

With that, he let out a maniacal laugh, and his body transformed into a streak of black light. He spread his arms wide like a hawk diving for its prey and lunged toward Shui Miaozheng in mid-air.

A cold glint flashed in Ji Hongyuan’s beautiful eyes, her expression turning murderous.

She snorted coldly and said to Jiang Mu beside her,

"Unfortunately, my true body is trapped, and I have less than a tenth of my power. Otherwise, I’d skin this arrogant little mud-loach, pull out its tendons, roast it on a skewer, and have you taste dragon meat."

But Jiang Mu was in no mood to listen to her.

The moment the Demon Dragon appeared, its vast draconic might pressed down on him, making his chest tighten and his Qi and Blood stagnate.

Even his vision of the sky began to blur, and his eyes stung unbearably, as if a single extra glance at the Demon Dragon would cause its oppressive aura to sting them into watering.

Such was the terrifying might of a Tier Eight!

He hastily circulated the Demonic Qi in his body, making it flow wildly through his meridians.

The discomfort only began to fade as the Demonic Qi surged through him.

Jiang Mu stopped looking up at the sky. He lowered his head, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Do you think... that woman can kill this Demon Dragon?"

"Who knows."

Ji Hongyuan sat down gracefully, produced a handful of melon seeds from somewhere, and offered some to Jiang Mu. She spoke nonchalantly as she cracked them open,

"That woman’s quite strong, and she seems to have some powerful Magical Treasure with her.

If she wins, we might live.

If she loses, I have my own way to escape. As for you... you’ll just have to pray for yourself."

As she said this, Ji Hongyuan’s movements as she cracked the seeds suddenly paused.

Her soul-snatching, captivating eyes swiveled over to stare intently at Jiang Mu, an enigmatic light flickering within them:

"Little one, we’re just sitting around doing nothing anyway.

If that woman loses, you’ll die too. I’ve helped you so much already. If you just up and die like that, wouldn’t that be a huge loss for me?

Why not... while you’re not dead yet, let your big sister here collect a little interest?"

Jiang Mu’s mind was currently occupied with Du Yuanfei in Yan City, and he was in a perilous situation himself. He couldn’t be bothered to argue and said flatly, "Go ahead."

A satisfied smile appeared on Ji Hongyuan’s face, and she said in a sweet, coquettish voice,

"You know what’s good for you.

But let me remind you, when I’m absorbing it in a moment, you must not have any thoughts of resistance.

If you feel even a sliver of unwillingness, your Divine Soul will subconsciously resist, and I won’t be able to smoothly draw out that essence. Understand?"

"I know. You’re so long-winded."

Jiang Mu looked completely unconcerned. Right now, he just hoped the woman in the sky would hurry up and kill the Demon Dragon so he could get away and go after Du Yuanfei.

"Then... I won’t hold back."

Ji Hongyuan gave a dazzling smile, leaned close to Jiang Mu, and opened her luscious red lips, revealing two small but exceptionally sharp zombie-like fangs. She then bit down on Jiang Mu’s neck.

Jiang Mu froze, recoiling subconsciously. He frowned and said,

"Are you a vampire or a zombie? Didn’t you say you were just absorbing some kind of essence? Why are you biting me?"

"That’s right, I am ’sucking’ out the essence."

Ji Hongyuan blinked her charming, seductive eyes, her expression matter-of-fact,

"But drawing out this kind of primordial essence requires the most direct form of contact. Your big sister isn’t interested in your blood; I’m just borrowing the place where the meridians in your neck converge as a channel."

"Don’t worry, I’m very gentle. I won’t hurt you."

Jiang Mu was skeptical.

But thinking about how readily she had helped him before, and how the current situation was out of his hands, he frowned but didn’t move again, letting her do as she pleased.

The next moment,

A cool and silky feeling touched the major artery in his neck.

Jiang Mu only felt a slight sting on his neck.

Like a mosquito bite.

Immediately after, he could clearly feel a faint but pure stream of essence from within his body flowing out continuously from the spot she had bitten, being drawn away by her.

A thought struck Jiang Mu.

With a slight turn of his thoughts, he tried to control that stream of essence.

Sure enough!

The flow of essence stopped abruptly.

Ji Hongyuan snapped her head up, a hint of coldness in her beautiful eyes as she stared at Jiang Mu:

"Are you going back on your word?"

Jiang Mu touched his neck.

He found that there was no wound, not even a bite mark, only some moist saliva that gave off a faint, pleasant scent.

"I just wanted to see if you could take it by force. It seems you can’t. In that case, you can continue."

Confirming that he held the reins, Jiang Mu was now completely at ease.

As long as this demoness couldn’t take it by force, he didn’t need to worry about her pulling any tricks.

Ji Hongyuan looked at his cautious expression, rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, but didn’t say anything.

She bent down again, her red lips slightly parted, and gently enclosed Jiang Mu’s neck...

「Meanwhile.」

In mid-air, the battle between the black dragon and Shui Miaozheng had already reached a fever pitch.

Shui Miaozheng stood in the void, her fair hand raised lightly.

The iridescent round fan spun rapidly in her pale palm, faster and faster, transforming in the blink of an eye into a treasured fan about ten feet in size, shimmering with brilliant light.

The surface of the fan was as thin as a cicada’s wing, and a watery light rippled across it, as if it held a miniature ocean sealed within.

"Go!"

She gripped the fan’s handle, put power into her fair wrist, and swung it fiercely at the human-form Demon Dragon!

WHOOSH—!

It was as if a rift had been torn between heaven and earth as a hazy, cyan astral wind howled forth.

This astral wind was only a few feet wide at first, but it exploded in size after leaving the fan, transforming into a cyan tornado that connected heaven and earth. It swept towards the male Demon Dragon, carrying with it a bone-chilling cold and a sharpness that could tear space itself.

Within the astral wind, countless ice crystals as fine as ox-hair could be faintly seen twinkling.