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Chapter 315: Black Rose’s Charming Skill [8 Updates]

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: Black Rose’s Charming Skill [8 Updates]

Black Rose, smelling the blood in the air, extended her lilac tongue and hooked it slightly, her face brimming with satisfaction.

"Hehe, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a thick scent of blood. Divine Needle King really has a profound foundation."

Sharuk clutched his arm, looking at Black Rose and Bai Mudan as if they were two Red Powder Skulls with the might to annihilate everything with a mere laugh.

He had already been injured in the fierce battle with Xiao Zheng, and now, sustaining more damage, he felt his energy rapidly depleting, trending towards exhaustion.

However, in a narrow path, the brave emerges victorious. Facing life and death at this moment, he could only fight with all he had.

With this thought, he took out the last bottle of corpse oil and swallowed it. In an instant, he seemed to have been injected with steroids, his vitality surged dramatically, and his form swelled to more than double its size, resembling a mutated monster.

"Humph, two little girls with yellow hair daring to bully Divine Needle King, truly seeking death!"

No sooner had the sound of his voice faded than Sharuk, like a wild beast released from its cage, lunged at Bai Mudan with a fierce gust, intent on killing this cold-blooded woman with one blow.

Bai Mudan’s eyes flickered like stars, and then, with a nimble movement technique, she dodged this certain-kill strike, took to the air, and descended head-on towards Sharuk. Her series of movements were smooth as flowing water, like a celestial being descending into the mortal world.

Sharuk’s eyes flashed with a cold glint, breaking out in a cold sweat, not expecting this woman in white to dodge his ultimate technique, and in a blink, reversing the situation from passive to active.

"You contemptible woman, how dare you?"

"Why wouldn’t I dare? A man soon to die sure is noisy!" Bai Mudan descended like the Thousand Jin Drop, spinning like a top. Small daggers emerged from the tips of her shoes, emitting a piercing cold light.

"Aargh!"

Sharuk moved with an agile technique, avoiding the mid-air strike with blistering speed, and pushed his palm towards Bai Mudan, accompanied by a roar like that of a demon or god.

"Die!"

"Such big talk!"

Bai Mudan, looking at Sharuk who seemed devilish, swiftly punched out, her fist meeting Sharuk’s palms head-on.

"Whoosh..."

In an instant, the whirling gale kicked up dust and debris, just like Zhu Bajie creating a whirlwind, and the ground trembled slightly.

So powerful!

Both had the same thought, were repelled simultaneously, and retreated more than ten steps before they managed to stop.

As an outsider, Black Rose frowned slightly, clearly sensing Sharuk having the upper hand.

"Mu Dan, I’ll help you!"

"Good, united as sisters, our might is invincible!"

Bai Mudan nodded without a smile, and once again looked at Sharuk, noticing that after the strike, the blood on his arm flowed even faster, but it didn’t seem to affect his strength.

Strange!

Black Rose, standing right beside her, noticed her confusion and chuckled, "Mu Dan, don’t worry, it’s just East Nan Ya’s corpse oil. Once the effect wears off, he will be as powerless as a dead dog."

"Indeed, let’s attack from both sides, surround him, and take him down quickly!"

"Okay!"

The combination of ice and fire was displayed in an instant. Every move from Mu Dan was lethal, exuding a sinister aura; Black Rose’s, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, her style was forceful and direct, bursting with intensity.

Such strange women.

Sharuk, pulling out all the stops, could only manage a draw with them. If he couldn’t defeat them quickly, he would end up with no place to bury his body.

With this thought, a trace of cunning flashed across his eyes, and he pretended weakness as he backed away.

"You yellow-haired girls, have the guts to chase me."

"Huh..."

Black Rose and Bai Mudan exchanged glances, their expressions dubious. What trick was this old fellow up to?

By the time they regained their senses, they discovered Sharuk’s disappearance, but the presence of a master was still there; he couldn’t have gone far.

"Rose, there’s only a big rock here!"

"Mu Dan, better safe than sorry!"

The black and white figures immediately split up, ready to attack Sharuk from both sides.

Sharuk pressed against the large rock, his hands filled with small stones, prepared to take down his enemies with his hidden weapon skills.

In his heart surged the urge to curse; goddamn Evil God. If it hadn’t been for him depleting all of his silver needles, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a pathetic state, as abject as an unadopted puppy.

The Divine Needle King using small stones to kill enemies would be a laughingstock if word got out.

Suddenly, a rushing black shadow, accompanied by a howling gust of wind, charged at high speed, revealing itself to Sharuk—it was Black Rose.

"Old turtle, where do you think you’re going?"

"Stinking woman, behold the power of my silver needles!"

Sharuk, with outward fierceness but inward trepidation, unleashed a flurry of stones at Black Rose, like meteors chasing the moon, swift as lightning.

"Silver needles? That’s not right..."

Black Rose almost burst into laughter when she saw what Sharuk was actually throwing—it was just small stones.

"Run out of tricks, old man? Still not going to admit defeat?"

"Ha ha ha, block my hidden weapons first!"

Sharuk laughed wildly because the wide coverage of his stones meant there was no chance of missing.

That’s bad!

Black Rose finally took the situation seriously, realizing the dilemma. She ran at high speed, but still, there was one stone locked onto her, unavoidable.

"Get away from me!"

Black Rose could only push out with her palms, then her hands danced like a net, blocking all the stones outside, pulverizing them.

With a "bang," the small stones exploded, kicking up a cloud of dust, and delicate scrapes appeared on Black Rose’s slender hands, blood seeping out.

Sharuk landed a hit and immediately repeated the trick, grabbing more stones, ready to face the still-hidden Bai Mudan.

"Girl, got hurt, didn’t you?"

"I intended it that way!"

Black Rose smirked wickedly, licking the crimson blood off her lips, which made her look even more seductive. She beckoned Sharuk with a hooked finger, teasingly saying, "San, do you find me beautiful?"

"Beautiful! However, you are a rose with thorns."

While Sharuk stayed on guard for the possible appearance of Bai Mudan, he bantered with Black Rose. He had long grown indifferent to life and death in the Jianghu. If he could enjoy such a beauty before death, he would have no regrets.

Black Rose swayed enticingly, dancing with her graceful figure, murmuring, "Whether I have thorns or not, won’t you know if you try? Come on."

"Uh..."

Sharuk’s mind went blank for a moment, feeling like a wild rabbit with Black Rose like a weasel, dancing gracefully in pursuit of her prey.

He shook his head fiercely, but his heart still fluttered, unable to recover.

Just then, he felt a strong breeze coming from above his head and hurriedly looked up. What he saw nearly made him wet himself.

Bai Mudan was descending from atop the rock, her fingers transforming into claws, lunging for the crown of his head with ferocious momentum.

It was too late by the time Sharuk thought to dodge.

A "thud" followed as Bai Mudan’s fingers landed on Sharuk’s crown, carrying the momentum of a tempest.

"Ahhh..."

Sharuk’s face instantly turned as pale as paper, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth as he muttered under his breath...

Bai Mudan flipped to the ground, a hint of a smile curving her lips, she lightly said, "Rose, your Charming Skill is really something."

"Giggle, but your Imperial Blessing Technique is more effective, a little tap, and his skull was lifted."

Black Rose, with alluring glances and a light laugh, looked like a veiled dancer from the Western Regions, full of charm.

Behind them, Sharuk collapsed with a hollow gaze, filled with unwillingness and regret, his neck twisted at an angle, eyes wide open in death.