I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 665. Demonization
The base of a dragon's tail is covered with dense neurons, making it hundreds of times more sensitive than other locations.

This was the first time Xia Feng had experienced such humiliation. The intense stimulation caused him to instinctively mount a fierce resistance, struggling wildly like a cat in danger.

This is a unique conditioned reflex of the dragon's body. After a moment of stiffness, the activity of neurons made his body riot abnormally, and his dark pupils were faintly tinged with a savage crimson, full of murderous intent.

The area around his eyes was covered with fine, pale lines, giving him an ancient and divine aura.

Mu Qingtong's golden eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as she looked at Mr. Xia's change with some surprise. A sense of fear vaguely rose in her heart, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

That was suppression from the bloodline of the Pale Dragon God!

The bloodline is putting up an indomitable resistance!

Her golden eyes gleamed with a cold light as she gripped Mr. Xia's dragon tail even tighter with the hand controlling her clone.

"Roar—!" Xia Feng instinctively opened his throat, tilted his head back, and let out a furious sound that was not human. The pale lines of light that drifted from the corners of his eyes became even more ferocious.

This is a form of autonomous resistance stemming from one's bloodline and social standing.

As a 'divine heir' possessing the bloodline of the Pale Dragon God, having his dragon tail touched by a race of lower bloodlines was considered a desecration.

My whole body is resisting! My very blood emanates a deep-seated loathing and rejection of the silver-haired witch!
His freed right hand grabbed the neck of the silver-haired witch in front of him.
"Buzz—!" A pale, divine aura instantly spread out, forming wave after wave of violent air currents. The ancient white lines at the corners of Xia Feng's eyes began to meander downwards, and his black hair stood up in the golden light.

Xia Feng discovered that his physical abilities were stronger than ever before, and his whole body was filled with explosive power.

Behind it, the abyssal black dragon's tail, about fifteen centimeters long and not yet fully formed, swayed rapidly from side to side. The rough dragon scales covering the tail had strange and ancient patterns, faintly revealing a mysterious black light.

This appears to be a dragon transformation?

But that doesn't seem quite right either. His pale bloodline requires him to consume a large amount of Dragon Cultivation Fruit in order to possibly possess the dragon transformation ability that only dragon descendants can have.

This situation is more like an extremely incomplete version of the dragon transformation, which only makes him stronger and more imposing, but has no other effect.

"bluff."

With a cold, indifferent voice, the silver-haired witch easily pried open his right hand that was choking her neck and slammed it onto the sofa behind her.

Her left wrist was gripped by the witch's clone, pulled up, and pinned behind her.

His waist and abdomen, which were shimmering with markings, were forced to arch high, and his gradually narrowing, vertical black pupils flashed with scarlet fury.

Mu Qingtong raised her beautiful eyes to meet his angry gaze, and at the same time extended her delicate fingertips to press down on Mr. Xia's vital point of anger.

It must be said that Mr. Xia's contrasting appearance at this moment is quite amusing.

Despite her anger and struggle, her body honestly revealed all her filthy thoughts.

Human desires, which also represent human evil, are often the easiest to manipulate.

"Struggle, annoyance, anger, humiliation, and disgust." The silver-haired witch narrowed her beautiful eyes, looking down at him, and said coldly, "Mr. Xia, I can feel that your body seems to be rejecting and loathing me?"

Xia Feng knew in his heart that this was probably the Dragon God's bloodline rejecting Miss Mu, but he was too lazy to explain at the moment. He just said disdainfully, "Miss Mu, I did as you said. Now you should talk about the Fate Stone."

Faced with Mr. Xia's renewed disdain, Mu Qingtong could no longer suppress the dark, cold fire in her eyes.

She wrapped her arms around Xia Feng's waist and lifted him up a little.

Xia Feng's dark pupils widened instantly, and the dragon's tail froze.

The silver-haired woman's alluring curves slowly pressed against his back. "Relax." A cool, gentle voice of comfort sounded in his ear, but Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and he became even more nervous.

As the cool, soft fingertips brushed against the dragon scales, his throat tightened, his face burned uncontrollably, and a low, ambiguous growl escaped his throat.

"Do you remember what I said, Mr. Xia? Fear is the root of all things. It is because of fear that all things have been able to evolve over the course of billions of years."

A faint voice whispered in his ear, "And the fourth rule of the Destiny Stone is fear—[Destiny·Fear]."

The silver-haired clone leaned back on the sofa, her long legs slightly apart, her cool and aloof face remaining calm.

Golden Eyes and the original body in front of her calmly stared at each other. With the help of the original body slowly leaning forward and pushing, both of their ears turned slightly red.

The ethereal voice continued, "Under the influence of fear, any non-living thing will gain an equal opportunity to evolve with humans, develop intelligence, and evolve to survive. Driven by their fear of death, they will rapidly grow stronger in their pursuit of survival!"

Listening to the clone's leisurely narration, Xia Feng roughly understood that, simply put, this fourth power of rule can 'enlighten all things'!
No wonder that during the battle just now, the clothes on my body, the surrounding air, and the lifeless bone dragon all seemed to come alive and possess powerful supernatural abilities, which were used by Mu Qingtong.

If that's the case, then this ability is simply too overpowered!

"Unfortunately, the rules of fear are not yet perfect, and cannot truly maintain the survival of these inanimate objects, let alone allow them to grow and evolve rapidly and build an army."

The silver-haired witch sighed softly in his ear.

The army? Xia Feng seemed to realize something, his scalp tingling, and he asked hoarsely, "What do you call this enlightenment ability?"

"Demonization."

"!" Xia Feng's breath hitched. Just as he was about to ask something else, his waist, which had been lowering, suddenly arched upwards again. The extreme humiliation and anger he could no longer suppress surged to his head.

"Miss Mu—please wait a moment!"

"Waiting for what?" Mu Qingtong and her clone pressed down on each other's fair shoulders, flanking Mr. Xia from both sides, and asked in unison.

Xia Feng opened his mouth, his dark pupils shrinking into stars of terror. He felt suffocated and frantic, his rational nerves twitching wildly like demons in a dazzling nightclub.

The strings of his mind snapped one by one, and Xia Feng's mind went blank. Above him, the silver-haired witch leaned down and approached. Although her expression was cold and calm, she appeared to him as an evil demon, terrifying him.

"Hmm~" His hands were clasped behind his back. He tried to shake his head to avoid it, but he still couldn't avoid the silver-haired witch's red lips covering his ears. His earlobes were also pressed against the witch's delicate nose behind him. Xia Feng still couldn't hear the commanding murmur in her low voice.

He felt as if he were a small boat in a dangerous sea, rising and falling uncontrollably with the torrential rain and raging waves.

Above is a doomsday torrential rain, below is a bottomless abyss.

The cries for help were silenced by the torrential rain, and the hands used for paddling were handcuffed and raised high in the sky.

Suffocating and confused, all I could do was wait in fear for that distant, clear day.

Time flows slowly.

A faint, clear tinkling sound rang in her ears, like ethereal music from the heavens or a seductive whisper from hell, "Heh~~ Mr. Xia, are you feeling fear~?"

"!"

A sudden awakening from the darkness!
"Mu Qingtong! You just wait!!" Xia Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he met the shallowly curved golden eyes, uttering a muffled vow, "Don't you dare find another chance to '—' you!!"

At the same time, he sensed that he could finally use the same frequency pendant to control his mental energy!

(End of this chapter)