I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

The base of the dragon tail is densely packed with neurons, making it hundreds of times more sensitive than other spots.

For the first time, Xia Feng experienced such humiliation, and the intense stimulus made him instinctively react vigorously, thrashing wildly like a cat in danger.

This is a unique reflex of the dragon's body. After a brief moment of rigidity, the activation of neurons caused an abnormal outburst throughout his body, and his black pupils seemed faintly tainted with a scarlet of frenzy, filled with murderous intent.

Around the corners of his eyes, thin pale lines extended, exuding an ancient and divine aura.

Mu Qingtong's golden pupils shrank imperceptibly as she looked at Mr. Xia's transformation in surprise, a sense of fear unexpectedly surfacing in her heart, making her shiver.

That was the suppression from the Pale Dragon God Bloodline!

The bloodline was resisting unyieldingly!

She slightly cooled the light in her golden pupils, controlling the hand of her doppelgänger to more forcefully grip Mr. Xia's dragon tail.

"Roar—!" Xia Feng instinctively roared, tilting his neck back to produce a voice that was not human, as the pale lines at the corners of his eyes became increasingly grotesque.

This was the autonomous rebellion from the rank of the bloodline.

As a 'Divine Successor' with the Pale Dragon God Bloodline, being touched on the dragon tail by a race with a lower-ranked bloodline was akin to desecration.

His entire being resisted! His bloodline intrinsically loathed and rejected the silver-haired Witch!

His freed right hand grabbed the silver-haired Witch's throat in front of him,

"Buzz—!" A pale divine aura swept out instantly, forming wave after wave of violent air currents. The ancient pale lines at the corners of Xia Feng's eyes began to slither downward, as his black hair rose up within the golden light.

Xia Feng found his physical prowess at that moment unprecedentedly strong, his entire body filled with a sense of explosive power.

Behind him, the approximately fifteen-centimeter-long, not fully formed abyssal black dragon tail swayed rapidly from side to side. The rough dragon scale patterns on the tail bore a strange, ancient appearance, faintly emitting a mysterious black glow.

Is this... dragon transformation?

But it didn't seem quite right. His Pale Bloodline would have required consuming copious amounts of Dragon Cultivation Fruit to possibly gain the dragon transformation ability that the Dragon Descendants possess.

The current situation seemed more like an extremely underdeveloped version of dragon transformation, which only made him stronger and more imposing, without any other effect.

"Bluff."

With a faint cold voice, the silver-haired Witch effortlessly pried open his right hand grasping the throat, pinning him onto the sofa behind.

His left hand was gripped by the Witch's doppelgänger, pulled backward and pinned behind him.

His flickering tattooed waist and abdomen were also forced to arch high, his narrowing black pupils flashing with a scarlet fury.

Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes slightly lifted, meeting his angry gaze, while extending her lustrous fingertips to press on Mr. Xia's furious lifeline.

It had to be said, Mr. Xia's contrasting appearance at the moment was indeed quite interesting.

Obviously struggling in anger, yet his body honestly exposed all dirty thoughts.

The desire of humanity, which also represents the evil of humanity, is often the easiest to manipulate.

"Struggle, anger, fury, humiliation and... disgust." The silver-haired Witch's beautiful eyes slightly narrowed from above, speaking coldly, "Mr. Xia, I can sense that your body seems to be rejecting and disgusted with me?"

Xia Feng clearly understood that this was likely the Dragon God Bloodline rejecting Miss Mu, but at the moment he also couldn't be bothered to explain, simply responding disdainfully with a cold voice, "Miss Mu, I've done as you said, you should talk about the Heavenly Destiny Stone now."

In the face of Mr. Xia's disdainful expression once again, the obscure cold fire at the bottom of Mu Qingtong's eyes could no longer be suppressed.

She wrapped her arms around Xia Feng's waist, lifting him up slightly.

Xia Feng's black pupils widened slightly, and his dragon tail stiffened.

The graceful curves of the silver-haired woman behind him slowly pressed against his back.

"Relax." A cold, soft comforting voice rang in his ears, but Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly, becoming even more tense.

Cool, soft fingertips slid over the dragon scales, causing his throat to tighten, his face uncontrollably flushed hot, and a low growl with unclear meaning escaped his throat.

"Remember what I said, Mr. Xia, that fear is the root of all existence. Only with fear can all things continuously evolve through the long river of billions of years."

A haunting voice whispered faintly in his ears, "And the fourth Rule Power of the Heavenly Destiny Stone is fear—[Heavenly Destiny·Fear]."

The silver-haired doppelgänger leaned on the sofa, slightly widening her long legs, while her cold little face remained calm.

The golden gaze calmly met the body in front, with the body bending forward slightly to pressure, both their ear roots subtly blushed.

A misty, soft voice continued, "Endowed with the emotion of fear, any non-life entity can gain the opportunity to evolve on an equal footing with humans, gaining intelligence, evolving, surviving. They will grow mightily in the instinct of fearing death, merely to live and survive at any cost!"

Listening to the doppelgänger's gentle narrative, Xia Feng generally understood. In simple terms, this fourth Rule Power could 'enlighten all things'!

No wonder, during the earlier confrontation, his clothing, the surrounding air, and the lifeless bone dragon all came alive and possessed great supernatural powers, serving Mu Qingtong.

If that were the case, this ability would be nothing short of defying the heavens!

"Unfortunately, the Fear Rule is currently incomplete, unable to truly maintain the survival state of these non-life entities, let alone allow them to rapidly grow, evolve, and form armies..."

Beside his ear, the silver-haired Witch sighed softly.

Armies? Xia Feng seemed to realize something, his scalp numb, he asked hoarsely, "What do you call this ability to enlighten?"

"Demonization."

"....!" Xia Feng's breath hitched. He was about to ask more when his previously relaxed waist and abdomen suddenly arched again, extreme humiliation and anger uncontrollably rushing to his head,

"Miss Mu—wait a moment!"

"Wait for what?" Mu Qingtong and her doppelgänger clasped each other's fair shoulders, besieging him from front and back, wrapping around Mr. Xia, drawing close to his ears to ask in unison.

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Xia Feng opened his mouth, his black pupils shrinking into a star of terror, a sense of suffocation and madness, his rational neurons seemed to turn into demons of a resplendent nightclub, dancing and convulsing wildly.

The strings of his thoughts snapped one by one, Xia Feng's mind plunged into fogginess, the silver-haired Witch looming overhead, her demeanor clearly cold and calm, yet in his eyes she was like an evil demon, inducing fear.

"Ugh~" His hands were locked behind, he tried to shake his head to avoid it, but couldn't escape the silver-haired Witch's red lips descending, his earlobe was pinned by the nose of the Witch behind, her commanding cold whispers still incomprehensible.

He only felt like a flimsy boat in a perilous sea, rising and falling uncontrollably with the stormy gales and waves.

Above was an apocalyptic rainstorm, below was the abyssal depths of the ocean.

The lips and throat calling for help fell silent amidst the storm, the oars of his hands were shackled aloft.

In the midst of suffocation and fogginess, he could only await quietly in fear for the elusive moment when the sky would clear.

Time slowly flowed.

In his ears a gentle chiming echoed faintly, like an ethereal celestial sound from beyond the sky, or perhaps a seductive soft murmur from the underworld, "Heh~~ Mr. Xia, have you felt fear~?"

"!"

The consciousness submerged in darkness suddenly awakened!

"Mu Qingtong! Mark my words, you wait!!" Xia Feng's eyes were scarlet, meeting the extreme shallow curved golden eyes, his throat uttered an unclear vow, "Make sure! I find! The chance to! Get back at you!!"

Meanwhile, he sensed that his spiritual power could finally use the Synchronized Pendant!