I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 508. The Tang Family
[Mu Qingtong kills a lone man, steals the 'Blood Droplet' from his hand, and absorbs it, resulting in a slight increase in your spiritual pressure density.]

"The Flying Guillotine, what is that?" Xia Feng wondered.

This information alone is still not enough to determine Miss Mu's location.

Fortunately, new information soon emerged.

On her way to find the A-grade spirit garment, Blood Spirit Construct, Mu Qingtong unexpectedly encountered Ye Likong and the Holy Son of Justice fighting over the 'Holy Box'.

Because of Ye Likong's abilities, she almost exposed her true form. Fortunately, at the last moment, she further improved the effect of the bronze mask, and it vaguely showed signs of forming an A-grade spirit garment. Your understanding of the bronze mask has been further enhanced.

Fighting for the Holy Box? Xia Feng pondered. Ye Likong and the Holy Son of Justice both entered the Abyss of Sorrow to find clues about the Holy Relics.

This so-called holy box may very well contain what they want.

However, this has little to do with Xia Feng.

He didn't care about the sacred remains. Even though obtaining them would allow him to directly inherit the divine positions of the Three Sacred Star Gods, the competition for such a peerless treasure was beyond his level.

Currently, it's just a clue to a sacred relic, so the various forces haven't made a big fuss. Instead, they've sent powerful experts at the Venerable level to this place first.

But when the Holy Relic is actually born, it will inevitably attract the attention of higher-level beings, who may even take action. Xia Feng dares not imagine what kind of upheaval that will be.

"Dong Dong!!"

Just then, Xia Feng vaguely heard a muffled rumbling coming from ahead.

He looked up in confusion.

Unlike the pitch blackness of the Black Abyss, which is devoid of any light.

This void space called the Blood Cave contains a few rays of light, but they are all blood-red light.

The whole world seemed to be covered by a blurry, pale red filter, with pillars resembling blood vessels and veins lying haphazardly throughout the void.

Xia Feng moved through the crisscrossing space that resembled blood vessels, and could even faintly hear the pulsating sound.

This gave him an inexplicable, absurd feeling that he was like an ant climbing inside a giant heart, carefully navigating through the dense blood vessels within.

"Boom!!"

Another loud bang. Xia Feng felt his pulse throbbing in these veins and quickly rushed towards the source of the sound.

Before long, the scene ahead came into view.

A gigantic blood furnace, resembling one used for alchemy, hangs between heaven and earth.

The Blood Furnace stands on three legs, its body rounded, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. Obscure and incomprehensible crimson spiritual light floats above the base and lid, while a mysterious spiritual paper gleaming with golden light floats above the lid.

In addition, two young men were dueling around this giant blood furnace, which is 300 meters high.

It was like two mages exchanging blows a thousand meters apart, their spiritual particles constantly disintegrating and reforming, and the dazzling seven-colored light illuminating the entire space.

Ye Likong was clad in golden armor that looked as if it had been forged from gold. His handsome face, with its flowing blond hair, was filled with a majestic gaze. The terrifying beams of light that had attacked his arms and brows vanished as if caught in a vortex.

In the distance, the Holy Son of Justice, draped in a pale gold priest's robe, had scales on the back and collar unfolding with his domain, radiating rays of holy light.

Seeing this, Xia Feng couldn't wait to continue watching and enjoying the show.

Then, right between Ye Likong and the Holy Son of Justice, two faint white and gold orbs, each less than the size of a finger, collided.

"Sizzle—BOOM!!!" Like a collision between Mars and Earth, a towering wave of light tore through space and annihilated everything. As the wave of light surged towards him, Xia Feng felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. He raised his hand to shield his face and took a half step back. His black trench coat fluttered in the wind behind him, scorching out charred black holes.

Is this a battle between Venerables? Xia Feng now clearly sensed the difference between True Martial and Venerable. If it weren't for his extraordinary physique, the aftershocks would have seriously injured him.

While pondering, Xia Feng activated his Deconstruction Eye to observe the battlefield and its surroundings.

The synchronized message said that Miss Mu encountered Ye Likong and the Holy Son of Justice fighting, so after seeing these two, Xia Feng realized that Miss Mu was likely here.

That saves him the trouble of searching again.

But who could it be?
Xia Feng looked around and saw that, besides Ye Likong and the Holy Son of Justice, there were ten other figures watching the battle from the outer perimeter of the giant furnace.

Jin Jili is a genius with an effeminate appearance and who holds Buddhist prayer beads in her hands.

The Elemental Nun, Teresa, had her upper face covered by a white hood, revealing only half of her delicate chin.

Yan Si, the bald-headed wanderer of the Yama Legion.

Xia Feng scanned the remaining seven people one by one. They were all geniuses sent by powerful families or military forces, and they seemed to have nothing unusual about them.

However, one of the women caught Xia Feng's attention.

The woman was plain-looking, wearing a red cloak, and stood quietly at the back of the crowd with a cold expression, as if observing the battle, or perhaps scrutinizing the backs of the people in front of her.

Through his Eye of Deconstruction, Xia Feng vaguely sensed that something was off about the woman's appearance; she seemed to have undergone transformation and disguise.

But its disguise is quite impressive; the Eye of Deconstruction cannot completely penetrate its mask and see its true face.

Xia Feng recalled the information about the various geniuses that Gokudera Yasuto had previously introduced to him.

The woman in the red cloak is from the Tang Clan, one of the seven most powerful families in the empire, and her name is Tang Ruyan.

Compared to the other six families, the Tang family has declined somewhat in recent years. Fortunately, a genius named Tang Ruyan has emerged, and the Tang family has high hopes for her.

However, the woman's face showed signs of deliberate disguise, indicating that her true appearance was not like that.

Xia Feng frowned in confusion. So, could she be Miss Mu?
Tang Ruyan seemed to notice his gaze, looked up, but only glanced at him before paying no further attention and turning her gaze back to continue watching the battle.

Seeing this, Xia Feng was momentarily confused as to whether this woman was Miss Mu or not.

Or perhaps, Miss Mu didn't recognize me? Xia Feng thought about it and realized that it was very possible.

After all, he was currently wearing the fox mask given to him by Jiang Qiu'e. This mask was also a relic of a deity and had a strong ability to prevent being seen. Combined with the disguise of the bronze mask, even if Miss Mu had extremely high mental strength, she might not have been able to see through his face.

Thinking of this, Xia Feng secretly removed his bronze mask and looked again at the woman who resembled Miss Mu.

However, Tang Ruyan still didn't react.

"Strange," Xia Feng thought to himself, and was about to take a step towards the direction where those geniuses were when he quietly heard a soft voice in his ear:

“I stood five centimeters behind Xia Feng.”

It seemed to come from an endless and distant land, carrying the pure and sacred echo of laws. Xia Feng's scalp tingled, and he instantly sensed that a woman was standing behind him.

The woman's sudden appearance, her towering position, and her full curves pressing directly against his ears.

Xia Feng took a step forward, and a delicate hand gently pressed on his shoulder from behind. The force was very light, but it was as if a great terror was pressing down on him, making him unable to move.

(End of this chapter)