Chapter 127 Obsession Imprisons the Heart

Qi Huan struck with both palms, unleashing his anger. Five-colored clouds surged like a Dragon leaving the sea, rushing straight at the Woman in Pink.

The Woman in Pink's expression shifted slightly; she clearly hadn't expected Qi Huan to be able to unleash such a fierce attack while his Divine Soul was injured.

With a delicate shout, she retreated rapidly, her sleeves fluttering as layers of pink mist surged out, attempting to neutralize the force of the palm strike.

However, once the Five Cloud Hands were unleashed, how could they be so easily neutralized?

The five-colored clouds collided with the pink mist, creating a dull, booming sound. A shockwave exploded instantly, shattering the tables and chairs in the hall. The treasure cabinet shook violently, and porcelain and jade shattered all over the floor.

"Pfft!"

The Woman in Pink immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, her clothes across her chest shredded, revealing a clear palm print.

The palm print was half an inch deep, with charred skin at the edges, as if burned by fire.

"Sister!"

The green-clothed and white-clothed women cried out in alarm, rushing forward to support her.

Having landed his blow, Qi Huan staggered backward, his face as pale as paper.

This palm strike had drained all his strength. His injuries backlashed, causing sharp pain in his chest and black spots to dance before his eyes.

Now is the time!

A cold light flashed in Chen Mu's eyes. Clutching his long sword, his figure transformed into an afterimage, rushing straight at the Woman in Pink.

He had calculated that this woman was injured, making it the perfect opportunity to break the stalemate.

However, the green-clothed and white-clothed women had already reacted and moved to block him simultaneously.

The green-clothed woman formed seals with her hands, chanting something. The ground suddenly shook, and countless vines burst from the soil, winding directly around Chen Mu's legs.

Those vines were not physical entities but manifestations of Yao power, carrying a strong bewitching force. Once entangled, one's Divine Soul would sink into a mire.

The white-clothed woman opened her mouth and spat out a ball of white mist. Within the mist, countless seductive figures could be seen dancing, and decadent music pierced the ears, attacking the weakest points of the mind.

Chen Mu frowned. The two Yao's cultivation levels were not very high, likely only at the Early Stage of the Dao Entry Realm, but their illusions and seduction techniques were seamless, targeting the weaknesses of the human heart.

If it were an ordinary Martial Artist, they would likely fall into an endless illusion at the first encounter, left to be slaughtered.

But Chen Mu was not an ordinary Martial Artist.

"Get lost!"

Chen Mu let out a low shout. The soul-slaying blade slid out from his sleeve. With a flash of the blade, an impossibly fast black light instantly tore through the white mist and severed the illusory vines.

The two women retreated in horror, but Chen Mu had already seized the opening. His figure flickered, and he rushed straight at the injured Woman in Pink.

As long as he could kill one woman first, the remaining two would be nothing to fear.

However, the Woman in Pink suddenly looked up, her eyes swirling as she parted her red lips.

"Official, what a cruel heart you have..."

"Look here, Official, look at me..."

"Official, am I beautiful?"

The voices layered over each other, rushing in from all directions. Chen Mu felt his vision blur; the scene before him suddenly began to crumble inch by inch, then rapidly twisted and underwent Fusion.

The pavilion disappeared, the courtyard disappeared, and even Qi Huan and the three women vanished.

Replacing them was a desolate mountain wilderness.

The night remained, the moonlight was pale, and the mountain wind whistled, blowing the surrounding wild grass to rustle.

Chen Mu stood with his blade, scanning his surroundings. He pushed his perception to the limit but could not detect the aura of any living creature.

Another illusion?

He understood immediately. He gripped the soul-slaying blade tightly, circulated his Protective Aura, and quietly activated the Soul-Loss Art to protect his clarity of mind.

Roars suddenly echoed from all around.

Chen Mu looked up and saw several figures slowly emerging from the surroundings.

They were three wolf Yao, their bodies gray-black, fangs exposed. Their scarlet eyes were filled with bloodlust and greed.

Their auras were not strong; under his perception, they didn't even seem to have touched the threshold of the Dao Entry Realm.

Chen Mu could easily kill ten of this level of Yao Beast in an instant; his mind remained unmoved.

But looking at the three wolf Yao now, a strange impulse arose in Chen Mu's heart.

Kill!

Kill them!

Plunder their Lifespan, increase my strength!

This thought came abruptly and strongly, as if the deepest desire in his heart had been infinitely magnified.

"Come... kill them... you can become stronger..."

Seductive, demonic sounds welled up from the bottom of his heart. Chen Mu unconsciously tightened his grip on the soul-slaying blade and took a step forward.

The three wolf Yao's scarlet gazes instantly locked onto Chen Mu, and with a low growl, they pounced.

They were not fast, their Moves were crude, and they were full of openings. Chen Mu could even foresee a dozen ways to kill them in one strike.

Taking a deep breath, he raised the soul-slaying blade high.

The blade flashed.

The head of the lead wolf Yao flew up, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

The second wolf Yao was cut in half at the waist.

The last wolf Yao was pierced directly through the heart.

Clean and efficient, done in one go.

More Yao creatures pounced. Chen Mu smiled coldly, his figure moving like lightning as he charged into the pack.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The desire for slaughter was so real, so intense, as if it came from the depths of his Soul.

He could even feel that every time he killed a Yao creature, a warm current surged within his body; his Lifespan was increasing, and his cultivation was advancing...

He didn't know how many Yao creatures he had killed. His feet were covered in severed limbs and remains, and blood stained the ground red.

Chen Mu was covered in blood, but his eyes shone with an excited light, like a bloodthirsty Asura.

It wasn't until he killed the eighteenth Yao creature that his movements suddenly paused.

There was no System notification sound.

From beginning to end, the System had not sounded.

Those warm currents, those feelings of advancing his cultivation, were all illusions.

Chen Mu was startled, instantly understanding the entire cause and effect.

"What a brilliant illusion."

Clarity gradually returned to his eyes, and a cold sneer curled the corners of his lips.

This fox Yao had peered into his deepest inner desires—the craving for power and Lifespan—and used that to construct an illusion, causing him to drown in it.

If not for the loophole of the System's prompt, which was absolutely rational, he might have truly been lost in the pleasure of slaughter.

"Unfortunately, fake is fake."

Chen Mu sighed, recalling his realization during the dream battle against the Cat Yao grandmother in the Sangye Village Mass Grave, and fully activated the Soul-Loss Art.

No matter how real an illusion is, it is ultimately constructed from Soul Power.

Since it is Soul Power, it can be slashed!

He gripped the blade with both hands, pouring his power into the blade body. The soul-slaying blade hummed, and the black blade emitted a faint, eerie light.

He slashed out.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, but wherever the blade edge passed, cracks appeared in the surrounding scene and spread rapidly; wherever it passed, the illusions shattered one after another.

"Crack!"

The sound of breaking glass echoed in his ears.

Chen Mu's vision blurred, and when he regained his focus, he was back in the main building of the villa.

The Woman in Pink opposite him groaned, blood spilling from the corners of her lips, her eyes filled with shock and ferocity. She immediately flipped up and retreated several steps.

"You... you were actually able to break my illusion?"

Chen Mu did not answer, his gaze sweeping rapidly; the situation inside the building had already changed drastically.

Qi Huan stood blankly in the corner of the hall, his eyes hollow, his face alternating between foolish laughter and pain; he was clearly deeply trapped in an illusion.

"Chief Qi!"

Chen Mu shouted sharply, like a thunderclap.

Qi Huan's body shook, a trace of clarity flashing in his eyes, but it was immediately submerged by crimson, and in the end, he remained unmoved.

"It's useless."

The white-clothed woman sneered repeatedly.

"This Official's inner obsession is too deep; he has already merged with the illusion. Unless he realizes it himself, forceful external interference will only damage his Divine Soul and turn him into an idiot."