That was a hand smoother than white jade, whiter than snow, and more beautiful than any woman's hand. Upon seeing this small hand, one would instinctively wish to take it for a stroll at dusk, walking together to the ends of the earth and the shores of the sea...

This was a hand that could drive all men mad. It appeared so delicate, so soft, that it seemed it would shatter with the slightest squeeze, yet, with such fragility, the small hand flicked once in that instant, and the sword-light that tore through the void shattered like a mere soap bubble...

Immediately afterward, another hand flashed forth from the void, landing directly on Sualara’s forehead. The fierce, aggressive aura that Sualara had been continuously erupting vanished without a trace. His eyes, which had turned blood-red, swiftly faded, reverting to their original silver. He glanced at Ye Jingyu standing before him, and then promptly fainted away...

Everyone was stunned, even Ye Jingyu felt a jolt of shock. His eyes were fixed intensely on those slender, pale hands, yet he dared not make a rash move. Only he understood the terrifying power of his previous Heaven-Shattering Slash, yet such immense power had been so effortlessly destroyed by that small hand. There was no need to even consider the unimaginable strength of the hand's owner; they could undoubtedly erase all of them with ease.

"Frenzied Thunder Purgatory, Heavenly Venerable Blade? You must be that fellow Dugu Bachen’s successor, right?" A faint, yet incredibly melodious voice drifted from the void. Anyone hearing such a voice would feel a thrilling tingle run through their very bones, an indescribable comfort. Even the voices of the world-famous singers Ye Jingyu had known in his past life paled in comparison to this sound.

In that moment, he finally understood what the sound of heaven truly meant.

As the voice resonated, a dark silhouette slowly materialized from the void—a woman wearing a tight-fitting gauze skirt and veiled...

Though her face was obscured, her figure was absolutely the best Ye Jingyu and the others had ever seen: proud breasts, full, curved hips, and a waist as slender as a willow branch. Everything about her was impossibly perfect.

Any man seeing this figure would be overcome with the most primal desire. Even Ye Jingyu felt a wave of heat surging within him, wishing desperately to rush forward, press her down, and whip her fiercely. For a moment, he completely forgot to ask how she knew the technique he used, the Frenzied Thunder Purgatory...

Fortunately, at this critical juncture, the ancient cyan bell within his body emitted a ray of cyan light, completely extinguishing the lustful fire raging inside him. Otherwise, who knew what shameful scene might have unfolded in front of Luo Linger.

Ye Jingyu had the ancient cyan bell to help him resist this temptation, but the others did not. Whether it was Reyalon or Charles, they all stared blankly at the woman, their faces flushed red, some part of their bodies hard as iron, and soon, their bodies began to tremble...

Just a single glance was enough to make a man erupt; what kind of overwhelming allure was this?

Never mind the men present, even the women—Luo Linger, Hei Ming Shixuan, and Leilina—were struck speechless, staring at her exquisitely graceful figure...

As for Liang Xiaoke, his eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, and drool dripped slowly from the corner of his lips. One of his hands was already restlessly reaching down into his trousers...

The only ones remaining calm in the entire scene were Ye Jingyu and Gongsun Lu, who possessed no independent thought.

Ye Jingyu’s eyes had already bypassed her perfect physique and landed on her face. Though covered by a veil, Ye Jingyu was certain that beneath it lay a face of absolute perfection. Especially her nose bridge, which was slightly high and very delicate, lending her an air of irresistible charm.

As for her eyes, they were not silver but a shade of brown, eyes that seemed to hold magic. Anyone who looked into them would be irresistibly drawn in.

If not for the ancient cyan bell in Ye Jingyu’s Sea of Consciousness constantly sprinkling protective cyan light over his mind, he might have fallen into the endless enchantment of those demonic eyes, even if he hadn't been mesmerized by her figure.

Yet, in this moment, Ye Jingyu distinctly felt those eyes were so familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before...

Seeing Ye Jingyu staring directly at her, a flicker of surprise crossed the woman’s eyes.

"As expected of Dugu Bachen’s disciple; this willpower is indeed stronger than others!" The crisp sound came again from the woman's mouth.

"You know my Master? Who are you?" It was only then that Ye Jingyu fully collected himself, a look of astonishment crossing his face. His Master had come to the Demon Realm? And seemed to know her?

"Heh heh, naturally I know him. A hundred years ago, he visited me. As for who I am? You destroyed one of my cities and killed at least several thousand of my kin. Tell me, who am I?" The woman seemed to be smiling, yet Ye Jingyu could detect not a trace of mirth in her voice...

With such profound cultivation, and claiming this place as her territory, her identity was self-evident...

"You... You are Medusa, the Demon King of the Silver Snake Clan?" Even Ye Jingyu felt a chill run down his spine when he considered her identity.

"Heh heh, knowing my identity and still maintaining such composure—Dugu Bachen truly took on a good disciple. It’s just a pity that he will likely never live to see you carry his legacy forward!" Medusa spoke lightly, though her words carried a faint tone of regret.

"What did you say?" Ye Jingyu paused. What did she mean by never seeing him carry on his legacy? Did she intend to kill him? Or was it...

"Dugu Bachen should have told you about the Soul Fighting War, right?" Medusa continued calmly, seemingly unconcerned by Ye Jingyu's abruptness...

"Yes, but Master didn't elaborate, just said he would tell me when the time came!" Ye Jingyu nodded, an ominous feeling creeping into his heart...

"I imagine he won't have the chance to tell you now. Let me tell you instead. What they call the Soul Fighting War is a final decisive battle that they are fighting for the freedom of the Soul Fighting Continent—a battle against the inhabitants of another continent!" Medusa spoke lightly, but Ye Jingyu felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a sharp spike...

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