The voice arrived so abruptly that if Liang Xiaoke had been alone, he might very well have died of fright right then and there. Even as a zombie, a cold sweat broke out across his frame, and his body involuntarily jerked backward, covering several hundred paces in a single stride.

As for Gongsun Lu, she lunged instantly toward the spot where he had just stood, extending a pair of slender, milky-white, exquisitely smooth hands to strike the empty air.

With a sharp smack, it wasn't Gongsun Lu who connected with an opponent, but she herself who was slapped flying. She rocketed backward, smashing through several large trees before finally coming to a halt, her joints cracking audibly, suggesting numerous ribs might have been shattered.

Where her attack had been aimed, a figure slowly materialized. A man of reasonably handsome features appeared, though his face was marred by a long, demonic marking that gave him an unnervingly strange allure.

He carried no aura whatsoever—no vitality, no death qi, not even a trace of demonic energy. If not for the fact that the naked eye could perceive him, he might have been mistaken for mere empty air. Yet, Liang Xiaoke distinctly felt that this was no illusion, but a tangible presence.

"You… who exactly are you?" Liang Xiaoke patted his chest, glancing at Gongsun Lu struggling to rise from the ground, before slowly regaining his composure.

"Who am I? Who do you say I am?" The man smiled enigmatically, his voice possessing an unsettling neutrality.

"Damn your mother, how the hell should I know who you are? Are you some son I lost track of years ago? But I recall not sowing any seeds in the Demon Realm," Liang Xiaoke retorted, rolling his eyes and cursing fiercely.

"Heh, why must it be a son? Couldn't it possibly be a daughter?" Hearing Liang Xiaoke’s vulgarity, the man didn't show anger; instead, he responded with a slight smile.

Seeing his utterly unconcerned grin made the hairs on Liang Xiaoke’s scalp tingle. What kind of person was this? A madman? But could a madman possess such potent strength?

"I couldn't possibly birth a daughter as ugly as you! Damn your mother—no, wait, spit, spit. You’re so hideous, your mother must be hideous too. How could I possibly have slept with her? Just spill your name, who the hell are you?" Liang Xiaoke snarled.

"Ugly? Am I ugly?" Upon hearing Liang Xiaoke call him ugly, the smile vanished from the man's face, replaced by a look of genuine pique. He even managed to conjure, from nowhere, a piece of gemstone resembling a mirror and began fussing with his hair, as if scrutinizing where his alleged ugliness lay.

Witnessing this odd display, Liang Xiaoke’s heart sank. It seemed he hadn't just run into a lunatic, but a genuine pervert.

"Of course you’re ugly! In all my years, I’ve never seen anyone this repulsive! I can't even tell if you’re male or female. Wait, your mother must be female, but are you male or female? Ah, forget it. You’re so ugly, if you’re a man you’ll scare cows to death, and if you’re a woman, you’ll scare dinosaurs. Why should I bother engaging with you?" A barrage of venomous insults poured from Liang Xiaoke’s mouth, showing absolutely no mercy.

Hearing such malicious words, the man’s expression cycled rapidly, clearly on the verge of exploding with fury.

Liang Xiaoke clenched his fists tightly, his internal power beginning to surge. He was prepared for the man to erupt at any second. The moment a weakness appeared, he planned to strike with his utmost strength to kill him. Such a freak could not be taken lightly.

But just as the man seemed ready to snap, just as Liang Xiaoke was about to move, the man suddenly offered him a dazzling smile.

"Am I truly ugly?" A soft, silken voice drifted from his lips.

Yes, at that moment, his features underwent subtle transformations. Liang Xiaoke couldn't pinpoint exactly what had changed, but he distinctly felt the shift from 'he' to 'she.' The demonic marking remained, yet now, it appeared utterly captivating.

Her skin was snow-white and velvety smooth; her features exquisitely refined, seemingly flawless. Yet, her appearance now was not vastly different from before. She remained physically the same person, but she had completely transitioned into her.

Only then did Liang Xiaoke realize she lacked an Adam's apple. In other words, she truly was a woman.

A woman who looked somewhat masculine but possessed breathtaking beauty.

Liang Xiaoke paused, bewildered. What was happening? Was this a hallucination? Or was she genuinely female? But why had he perceived her as a man just moments ago?

To be fair, in Liang Xiaoke’s eyes now, she was a genuine stunner, her face even more alluring than Yao Rao’s. If he had to find one flaw, it was that her chest was excessively flat.

It wasn't just a little flat; it was practically a smooth floor.

Wait—why was it so flat? Liang Xiaoke’s heart gave a violent jolt, but a slender, milky-white, smooth hand was already reaching toward his chest, and a massive surge of power erupted.

"Damn it…" Liang Xiaoke roared in anger, rapidly retreating. His zombie speed reached its absolute peak in that instant.

Even so, he failed to escape the woman’s palm strike. A silver light burst across his chest.

The immense force blasted him backward, sending him tumbling until he crashed through numerous trees to stop. His chest was a ruin of flesh and blood, even exposing the pale white bone beneath.

His physical body, tempered by the waters of the Nine Hells, was countless times stronger than before. To be ravaged to this extent showed the terrifying magnitude of that single blow.

"Damn your mother! You might look good, but I’ve never seen breasts this flat! No, this isn't breasts—this is a goddamn airfield! And one with craters in it!" The enraged Liang Xiaoke began cursing again, the Nine Nether Qi surging wildly within him, forming tendrils of black mist around his chest as they furiously mended his injuries.

The woman didn't know what an "airfield" was, but she certainly recognized that this was no compliment. A look of fury crossed her enchantingly beautiful face. She extended her delicate hand and struck another blow toward Liang Xiaoke.

"You dare attack again? Do you really think I’m afraid of you?" Liang Xiaoke scoffed, his internal power roaring to life once more. He raised a fist and lunged to meet the woman’s attack head-on.

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