The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1418

Chapter 1418: Chapter 1414 Another Purpose Chapter 1418: Chapter 1414 Another Purpose At the critical moment when Ao Hong was about to be decapitated, a golden staff burst forth from the side, striking the blood light and shattering it, revealing Shen Luo who had dashed over to save Ao Hong's life.

With a clang of metal on metal, the blood light was shattered by a single blow, and the Profound Yellow Staff didn't stop there, continuing forward, fiercely striking the ground from where the blood light had emanated.

A loud boom resonated, and the ground was hit, leaving a deep pit more than ten yards across. However, a dark silhouette managed to fly out just moments before, and it was Ao Yu.

Shen Luo was not at all surprised by the sudden appearance of this woman. As expected, Ao Yu had earlier pretended to be defeated by Ao Hong, all to conceal herself and wait for a chance to launch a surprise attack on the duo.

He let out a loud shout, and an immense wave of sound dispersed around him, mixed with intense ethereal tones that made Ao Yu's vision blur for a moment. It was the Soul Shaking Secret Technique, and its might was significantly greater than the previous time he had used it.

Behind Ao Yu, a flash of golden light pierced the void, and the Sky Fiend Corpse King appeared out of nowhere. Its sharp, yellow-clawed fingers reached for Ao Yu's head, tearing the void and leaving black streaks in its wake.

However, a dark silhouette emerged enveloped in black light, throwing punches with both fists that met with a thunderous collision, blocking the Sky Fiend Corpse King's strike.

Ao Yu was swept away by the storm created from the collision, but she took the opportunity to regain her composure, her face visibly worn out. She leaped to the side, attempting to find a safe place to catch her breath.

Despite barely managing to fend off Shen Luo's consecutive waves of attacks, the mental pressure was immense, and she desperately needed to find a safe haven to take a breather.

But vibrations in the void appeared in front of her, and another Shen Luo materialized out of thin air, his hands holding a purple furnace. Before he made any move, a vast expanse of purple demonic flames burst forth, engulfing Ao Yu's body.

“Demonic Burning Flames!”

Ao Yu cried out in alarm and desperately dodged to the side, but many parts of her body, including her arms and chest, were touched by the demonic flames. Large, fist-sized purple blisters immediately swelled up on her skin, then burst and dissipated like foam, revealing an entirely different body from Ao Yu's.

The woman's face also began to change, and as the purple blisters burst, half of a brand new visage was revealed. Delicate eyebrows, a dainty nose, and bewitching allure–words like 'beauty brings disaster' were not enough to describe it; it was mesmerizing enough to captivate anyone and make them willingly surrender to her.

“It's you!” Shen Luo exclaimed in astonishment.

He would never forget that face–it was none other than the Wansheng Princess from Yunmeng Marsh.

“That's right, Bashe mentioned before that the Wansheng Princess had secretly left Yunmeng Marsh some time ago, and now she's here in the East Sea Dragon Palace. But why didn't she go after the Sink Blood Nine Chi Pearl and instead try to seize the Blood Color Bone Flute?” Countless thoughts flipped through Shen Luo's mind in an instant.

Wansheng Princess quickly raised her hand to cover her face, and that black silhouette which had been battling the Sky Fiend Corpse King broke free in a blur. The next moment, it appeared in front of Ao Yu and merged into the woman's body.

A profound darkness erupted, engulfing her form and a malevolently sinister power surged within.

Shen Luo's brows furrowed slightly. He shot the purple furnace backward, landing it beside another Shen Luo not far away; the Netherworld Furnace also sank into his sleeve.

This Shen Luo was the true body, while the other, holding the Netherworld Furnace, was a doppelganger created by the Water Soul Technique.

At this time, Ao Hong had recovered and was looking somewhat dumbfounded at the situation on Shen Luo's side.

Meanwhile, Ao Qin stood not too far away, not approaching due to the Sky Fiend Corpse King standing in the way.

Shen Luo's clash with Wansheng Princess ended in the blink of an eye. By the time Ao Qin wanted to come over to help, it was already too late; the Sky Fiend Corpse King in Taiyi Armor had blocked his way.

The darkness engulfing Wansheng Princess did not last too long and soon collapsed and dissipated, revealing her figure once again as she reverted to the form of Ao Yu.

With a murderous glint in her eyes, Wansheng Princess looked at Shen Luo and the purple furnace, then flew backward in retreat.

Shen Luo's gaze shifted slightly, and he did not stop her, allowing her to join Ao Qin.

The Sky Fiend Corpse King who was confronting Ao Qin flew back as well and positioned himself next to Shen Luo.

“The Dragon Orb is already in our hands; there's no need to entangle with them further. Let's leave the Eastern Sea first,” said Wansheng Princess to Ao Qin.

“No, these two little guys forced me to reveal my Ancestral Dragon Transformation too soon. I must kill them today. If you want to leave, go ahead. As long as the mission is complete, that's all that matters,” Ao Qin's expression became somewhat stiff, but he seemed to be unaware of it and roared angrily.

Having said that, he took large strides towards Shen Luo.

“Suit yourself,” Wansheng Princess threw back coldly and turned to rush toward the outside.

“Stop,” Ao Hong roared in rage when he saw this and charged out.

The moment he flew out, his body shone brightly, revealing his true dragon form. His massive figure stood horizontally in front of the Stone Door, blocking Wansheng Princess's path.

A hint of mockery flashed in Wansheng Princess's eyes. She directly held up the Blood Color Bone Flute she had just obtained and, without needing to refine it, she played it to her lips.

The piercing sound of the flute rang out as if countless swords were shooting in all directions, with no Mana or barrier able to stop them.

Ao Hong screamed in agony. His huge body heavily collapsed to the Ground, crushing many wooden frames and materials within the Treasure Vault.

Shen Luo felt a sharp pain in his head as well, as if a cold auger was twisting inside, and the Demonic Qi in his Dantian boiled over all at once, surging towards his entire body and fiercely conflicting with his Mana.

His vision became bloodily obscured, and his Sea of knowledge suddenly manifested a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He found himself sprawled atop a Blood Dragon's ridge, prying apart its scales, pulling out its tendons, and devouring its Flesh and Blood.

Worse still, far from feeling any disgust or aversion to this bloody scene, he experienced an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and satisfaction.

That greedy, bloodthirsty desire was almost overwhelming his entire mind. In his hands, he no longer held the Profound Yellow Staff but a Blood-red Longsword, poised to stab down at the dragon below him.

And indeed, there was a dragon writhing at his feet – Ao Hong.

If he were to strike with this sword, Ao Hong's spine would be completely shattered.

Shen Luo roared furiously, exerting full force to operate the Suppressing God Technique to stabilize his remaining sanity and calm the celestial and demon conflict within his body. However, the deadly sound of the flute kept coming, and the conflict between the Mana and Demonic Qi inside him grew more intense. Several of his meridians had already split open, blood flowed from the seven orifices on his face, and his body felt like it was being torn in half.

The bloodthirsty thoughts in his mind also grew stronger, like raging waves crashing against his last shred of reason, on the verge of completely drowning it.

“I still have so much left undone; how can I be consumed like this…” he growled, struggling to operate the Suppressing God Technique with all his might. Even though only a sliver of sanity remained, it held on tightly without snapping.