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Before the Old Witch could react, the Consort of Rain spread her arms wide. In an instant, a storm brewed, and countless tendrils surged toward the Old Witch, engulfing her. No matter how much malevolent energy she wielded, it was ultimately futile against the Consort of Rain's onslaught!
A strange incantation suddenly echoed through the air. Zhao Yang covered his ears, gritting his teeth, his face pale. It was the Old Witch's voice, reciting an ancient and malevolent curse! If it weren't for his Divine Sense being retracted in time, he would have been in grave danger!
In the void, the Consort of Rain also appeared pale. Her Threads of Fate Technique had ceased, revealing the Old Witch's true form as her ghostly figure was dispelled. Trembling, she leaned on her staff from a distance, her expression shifting between fear and anxiety.
With her abilities, even if she couldn't defeat the Consort of Rain, she could certainly escape. However, to her horror, she discovered that the void had been sealed!
It turned out that when the Consort of Rain decided to unleash her strongest divine technique, she had also resolved to seal off the void completely to eliminate the Old Witch! The Threads of Fate Technique was her self-created divine skill; at one point, she had single-handedly slain tens of thousands of royal experts in an instant, leaving the Ten Divine Generals trembling in fear. Such combat power was akin to a True Immortal descending to earth.
Countless writhing threads traversed between reality and illusion, stitching together the torn rifts. The Old Witch found herself unable to escape!
The Consort of Rain stood proudly above, ribbons fluttering around her as a rainbow glow enveloped her. She exuded an extraordinary presence that was overwhelming. Taking a step forward caused the void to tremble and emit waves of energy as if a colossal being had suddenly opened its piercing eyes. The Old Witch felt her heart quaking.
"It’s impossible! Who is your master? What inheritance have you received? How can you be this strong?" The Old Witch coughed up blood; her frail appearance aged significantly in an instant.
The Consort of Rain arrogantly lifted her chin and looked down at the Old Witch. "You old hag! Do you know how much True Qi it costs me to fight? Do you have any idea how much lifespan I expend for a beauty treatment? You old crone, I could strangle you!"
"Ah?" The Old Witch was astonished that the Consort of Rain, now radiating a divine aura, would dare to curse at her.
"Hmm?" Zhao Yang did not dare probe with his Divine Sense but heard the Consort of Rain's insults. Meanwhile, the other disciples from Falling Flower Valley exchanged bewildered glances.
"I think I just heard Valley Master’s voice?" one bolder female disciple remarked.
Another female disciple nodded in agreement. "It seems Valley Master is... cursing..."
Yes, the Consort of Rain was furious. Her beauty was unparalleled, yet she was already five hundred years old. No one in this world could achieve immortality, for humans must breathe and have blood circulation, which leads to metabolism. The cells in the human body continuously renew themselves, dividing and regenerating, so one's appearance cannot remain unchanged. In this world, longevity refers to enduring survival; it is not the same as eternal life.
As for not aging, it was ultimately just a beautiful fantasy.
At five hundred years of age, the Consort of Rain still looked like a woman in her twenties or thirties, but this came at a cost: she could not lose her temper or recklessly use her True Qi, especially in battle. She maintained her appearance through her immense cultivation, all to wait for Sun Wukong to return and glance at her once more.
Previously, to save Zhao Yang and Liu Rou, the Consort of Rain single-handedly stormed the imperial city, slaughtering thousands of masters and severely injuring the heavens. Exhausted of True Qi, she nearly lost her beauty and life. If it weren't for the help of Xuanbing Buddha and Golden Cicada in her recovery, she would have found it difficult to maintain her stunning looks.
Now, the Old Witch had just arrived in Zhongzhou. She did not provoke other elders from the Five Great Sects, nor did she kill the Central Sovereign or seek trouble with several hidden sects. Yet she had directly crossed many major factions from the Western Regions to come after her. The Consort of Rain initially thought the Old Witch was merely testing her skills, but to her surprise, the Old Witch was genuinely trying to kill her, forcing her to use the highly taxing Threads of Fate Technique to subdue her.
The Consort of Rain stepped forward, three thousand ribbons swirling around her in an incredibly enchanting display as they wrapped around the Old Witch, mummifying her. Then she charged forward with wild punches and kicks; her delicate fists rained down on the Old Witch's body chaotically, causing blood to spurt from the Old Witch's mouth as she cried out in agony.
Without any regard for decorum, the Consort of Rain grabbed the Old Witch's hair and began tearing at it frantically. The Old Witch screamed loudly, desperately calling for help. With so little hair to begin with, much of it was now ripped out along with skin and flesh by the Consort of Rain's relentless assault, leaving her face covered in blood.
The Old Witch was a master who had survived for eight hundred years; aside from the over-thousand-year-old Old God General on the Five Elements Continent, she was one of the oldest beings around. People revered and feared her; yet at this moment, she showed no trace of authority as she was brutally beaten by a woman. It felt like a shrew beating an elderly man on the street—an experience filled with humiliation and rage.
Once upon a time, she too had been radiant and captivating; once upon a time, she had countless suitors but had never found anyone worthy until she turned three hundred and realized that her youth had faded away. She sought companionship but was met with tragedy when Sun Daoren emerged and killed those she had set her sights on.
Countless masters banded together to eliminate Sun Daoren, but who could have known that Divine Monkey would go berserk and wipe out many prodigies? Later on, the Consort of Rain appeared out of nowhere to investigate this matter thoroughly and slaughtered those related to it until only she remained—a lonely elder.
Now, this once-great master—the Consort of Rain—was completely devoid of any dignified demeanor as she bared her teeth and unleashed punches and kicks while pulling at hair. She knocked out what few remaining old teeth the Old Witch had left. The Old Witch had never understood how common street brawlers fought because she had always been a favored daughter of heaven; with a single angry gesture, she could shake the heavens. A mere finger could slay geniuses; her fighting style had always been grand and majestic. But now faced with someone like the Consort of Rain who played by no rules at all made her want to cry for help as lumps formed on her head from blows that left her too exhausted even to weep.
Finally, the Consort of Rain rolled up her sleeves and wiped away sweat. Looking at the nearly broken Old Witch before her, she revealed a slightly embarrassed smile.
But to the Old Witch, that smile was the most terrifying thing in the world.
"Consort of Rain, you shameless woman, what do you want to do to me?" the Old Witch shouted hoarsely, moving backward. Unfortunately, she was entangled in the countless threads of the Consort of Rain, struggling to rise like a worm.
The disciples of Falling Flower Valley outside the void clearly heard the Old Witch's voice. They were astonished at what means the Valley Master had used to make the Old Witch sound so terrified.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang, who was peering through the void from within the valley, was drenched in cold sweat. He felt somewhat disoriented as he watched the Consort of Rain lift the Old Witch by her feet and toss her around. She was beaming with sweat and joy, seemingly enjoying herself more with each throw.
The once-mighty cultivator from the Western Regions was now being beaten mercilessly by the Consort of Rain, barely clinging to life. In a final desperate attempt, the Old Witch trembled and formed a spell gesture with one shaking hand, weakly uttering, "Disintegration! Primordial Spirit, exit!"
A massive golden phantom broke free from the constraints of the void and soared into the clouds, not pausing for a moment. With her cultivation at the late stage of Tribulation Period, it was nearly impossible for her to be killed by someone of the same level; she was almost immortal.
"Consort of Rain, you are ruthless; I will remember you!" The Old Witch stood amidst the clouds, her golden figure radiating boundless light.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, countless streaks of light shot out from the void. The Old Witch's eyes widened in terror as she turned to flee.
The Consort of Rain stepped forth from the void, ethereal and divine, her face adorned with a sacred aura that could not be defiled by mortals. The disciples of Falling Flower Valley erupted in jubilant cheers.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang and Liu Rou had long since taken each other's hands and fled dozens of miles away.
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