SFS Chapter 462 Giving the Lonely Lord a Big Bitch
Chapter 462 Giving the Lonely Lord a Big Bitch
Karen recognized the dagger—
Source-killing blade.
A weapon specifically designed to suppress the strange origins of evil. Every temple elder is given one upon assuming office, to be used to "deal with traitors".
His pupils suddenly contracted, and the indifference that had remained unchanged for millennia on his face finally cracked.
Disbelief, anger, and a sense of bewilderment at being betrayed by the person you trusted most flashed through those eyes.
"Song Yao...you..."
A look of panic and guilt crossed Song Yao's face. She quickly released her grip on the dagger, waved her hands in front of her, and spoke urgently and sincerely:
"I'm sorry, Lord Ji. I was originally going to deal with the Five-Step Nether Viper... I was probably too nervous and accidentally bumped into you."
She paused, then added, "Really, I swear!"
Karen's lips moved, and three words spurted out through clenched teeth: "You fucking..."
Before he could finish uttering the next curse word, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He lowered his head.
A green light was flashing on his chest.
It was an ice spike, about half a foot long and as thick as a finger, with green poisonous mist swirling on its surface, seeping into his flesh through the wound.
The injection point was only two finger-widths away from the Mingmen point below the third rib on the left side of the chest.
The Lonely Lord raised his head.
Zi Tong stood ten paces away, muttering with annoyance:
"Damn it, it missed by just a little bit..."
Having suffered two injuries, the Lord of Silence's pupils flashed with an unprecedented rage.
The next second, his entire body exploded with black energy.
The shockwave, carrying thick darkness, swept in all directions, scorching the grass, churning the soil, and completely swallowing the moonlight.
Song Yao was closest to the tree. She let out a muffled groan and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pine tree. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Even Zi Tong wasn't spared.
She slid barefoot across the grass for several meters, the silver bells on her ankles making a series of rapid tinkling sounds, before finally regaining her balance.
"They're pretty resilient."
She said it softly, her tone no longer lazy but serious.
Karen ignored her, raised her right hand, spread her fingers, and let strands of fine black silk hang from her fingertips.
With a gentle flick, the black thread shot out silently.
The target isn't Zi Tong, it's Song Yao.
Song Yao had just climbed up from under the tree and hadn't even stood up properly when those few strands of black silk floated over and gently brushed against the back of her neck.
The moment the silk thread touched her skin, it seeped into her flesh silently, like water seeping into sand.
Song Yao was slightly taken aback, thinking that she had been blown by the mountain wind.
Then, her eyes changed; her pupils suddenly dilated, and a thin layer of black mist emerged from the depths, slowly swirling like two miniature vortexes.
Her expression went blank; there was no anger, no fear, no emotion whatsoever.
That dignified and aloof face now resembled a mask from which the soul had been ripped away.
This was the puppetry technique that Karen had secretly cultivated. He had already planted a soul-controlling seed in Song Yao's body so that he could control her at a crucial moment.
Karen's fingers twitched slightly.
Song Yao's body suddenly turned around as he moved, facing Zi Tong.
Her movements were stiff and mechanical, like a puppet being pulled by strings, but that stiffness lasted for less than half a second—
Soon, her movements became fluid, even faster and more decisive than when she was conscious.
She raised her hands, interlaced her fingers in front of her, and quickly formed a hand seal.
Zi Tong's vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and she immediately opened her mouth and spat out a thick green poisonous mist from her lips, like a green poisonous dragon rushing towards Song Yao.
Wherever the poisonous fog passed, the air hissed and corroded, the dew on the grass evaporated instantly, and even the surface of the soil turned a strange green.
Song Yao remained expressionless, and with her hands, which had completed the hand seal, she suddenly pushed them forward—
"The wind howls."
A gust of wind suddenly erupted from her palm. It was no ordinary wind, but a blue storm with a sharp, blade-like aura.
The gale and the poisonous fog collided head-on. The green fog was torn apart as if by a giant hand, instantly scattered into countless tiny green dots that shimmered briefly in the moonlight before disappearing completely into the night wind.
Zi Tong frowned.
Before she could make her next move, Song Yao's second spell followed.
"Wind Bind".
Song Yao loosely clenched her hands, her ten fingers as if pinching something, and then suddenly pulled them inward.
The air around Zi Tong suddenly froze.
An invisible wind pressed in from all directions, like an unseen giant hand, tightly gripping her body.
Her arms were pinned to her sides, her legs were wrapped up so she couldn't move, and even turning her head became extremely difficult.
Her long, silver-gray hair no longer flowed; instead, it hung stiffly over her shoulders, as if even the strands of hair were being held down by the wind.
Karen's gaze fell on the gallbladder in the upper right abdomen of Zi Tong, and then her figure transformed into a black afterimage, rushing straight towards Zi Tong.
The objective was clear—to cut open the abdomen and extract the gallbladder.
The wind howled.
The moment the black afterimage swept across the open space—
A figure shot out from under the shade of the tree.
It wasn't one person, it was two people.
Xia Ning wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's waist and rushed out of the shadows.
The breath-holding spell was dispelled the moment she burst out of the shade of the tree, replaced by unrestrained speed.
Lin Feng was carried by her as if flying across the ground.
His right hand was already raised.
With his fingers spread wide and palms facing outward, his gaze was fixed intently on Karen's face.
Karen sensed the movement to her side and turned her head to look.
His dry, well-like eyes met Lin Feng's gaze, and then he saw the hand getting closer and closer.
Karen's pupils suddenly contracted.
He tried to dodge, to raise his hand to block, to activate his spell—but it was all too late.
Lin Feng's right hand landed squarely on Ji Zhu's face.
A loud, merciless, and absolutely rule-bound big cunt.
"Snap—"
The sound was as crisp as a bamboo stalk snapping, exploding in the silent night sky.
Karen's head snapped to one side, and the slap sent her staggering half a step to the side.
In that instant, his eyes changed; not with anger, but with astonishment.
Because his magic... disappeared.
The black mist lingering around my fingertips vanished instantly, like a candle blown out by the wind.
He was silenced?!
At the same time, the black threads connecting Karen's fingertips to Song Yao's nape snapped one after another, like strings on a musical instrument that had lost power.
Song Yao's body trembled violently.
The faint black mist deep within his pupils receded like the tide, and his scattered gaze refocused.
She staggered, grabbed a tree trunk beside her with one hand, and gasped for breath.
"What... happened to me...?"