Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

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Huan Ye's silver eyes were like ice-hardened blades, and the cold air around him condensed into ice armor with flowing runes, standing still in the storm caused by the primordial chaos.

As she raised her hand, silver-blue light tore through the chaos, and three ice wolves pounced out from the broken void, their sharp claws tearing apart the dark golden tentacles that were wrapped around them. The flying fragments of chaos condensed into a ferocious giant python in the air.

"The power to regenerate regardless of the rules..."

Her tone was cold, as if she was appraising an exquisite weapon. The moment the frost exhaled from the ice wolf's mouth came into contact with the chaos, a dazzling crystal blue lightning burst out.

"!"

Ma Buliang held his paintbrush and laughed wildly, his hair dancing wildly in the chaotic air currents, his eyes burning with an almost paranoid enthusiasm:

"Haha! This is what chaos should look like! The more powerful the power, the more the creations can subvert common sense!"

The ink marks thrown out by the tip of the pen twisted into strange totems in the air. With his crazy laughter, chaos transformed into a Cyclops holding a huge hammer and a winged snake-like monster, which pounced on the original chaos surging around the proprietress in groups.

Every time these creatures were crushed by the tentacles, the floating chaotic mist was absorbed by the dark gold lines, making the limbs even thicker.

"Haha~"

The rice paper wrapped around Zhirou's fingertips glowed with a strange red light, and she giggled as she shuttled through the battlefield:

"Want to eat me? Digest these delicious talismans first~"

The rice paper she threw out turned into countless silver snakes, wrapping around the wounds that had pierced the tentacles. The spells flowing on the talismans burned the chaotic tissue, emitting bursts of burnt and smelly green smoke.

"..."

However, the speed at which the original chaos repaired itself was far beyond imagination. The dark golden mist gushing out of the wound was like boiling molten gold, corroding the talisman into ashes in the blink of an eye, and then it attacked back along the rice paper.

Zhirou nimbly spun around to avoid the attack, but a few strands of her hair were burnt black.

"Da Zong, my Da Zong..."

At this time, the proprietress had already become a container of primordial chaos.

Her body was twisted and deformed, and her head split into three tumors covered with compound eyes. Gray-black mucus oozed from the gaps between each tumor; densely packed mouthparts grew on her neck, constantly emitting strange sounds mixed with roars and whimpers.

Those dark golden tentacles danced wildly as if they had their own consciousness. Some of them had bloody mouths at the top, and screams that tore through space burst out when they bit; others were wrapped into chains, crushing the chaotic creatures that tried to approach into powder.

Under the erosion of chaos, the ancient lines emerging from the ground of Dazong continued to twist and deform, the bricks and stones were pulled into strange spiral shapes, and the stone lion carvings on the wall began to seep out of bloody chaos.

"If this continues, the entire Da Zong will be reduced to an altar of primordial chaos."

Cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the Phantom Night Ice Armor, but were filled with re-condensed frost the moment they shattered.

She transformed into a stream of light and went straight for the core of the proprietress. The ice blade condensed in her hand drew a half silver moon. The chaotic tentacles were frozen into ice crystals wherever it passed, but then exploded behind her.

Ma Buliang waved his brush crazily, drawing a twisted teleportation array in the air, sending hordes of Chaos monsters into the battlefield, while shouting:

"Lord An wants the original chaos! What does Da Zong's life or death have to do with us?!"

Zhirou smiled and threw out the rice paper, weaving a huge net in the air, trying to trap the madly twisting tentacles, but her wrists were entangled by the revolving chaos. She still giggled and stuffed talismans into the wound.

"boom……"

The collision of the three forces set off a world-destroying hurricane, and the towering walls of Dazong were torn apart by chaos and rhythm.

The chaos around the proprietress suddenly surged, and all her tentacles converged like rivers flowing into the sea, condensing into the shape of a giant octopus covered with dark golden scales.

Eight giant arms covered with suction cups swept across the battlefield, instantly crushing the chaotic creatures wherever they passed. Huan Ye's ice blade only left shallow marks on the giant arms, which were quickly filled with dark golden mist.

"Come on, come on! I want to see if you can compare to Mo Yun!"

Ma Buliang roared excitedly, dipped his brush in his own blood, and painted even more twisted and terrifying chaotic creatures;

"You can actually hurt me?"

The soft rice paper began to bite back at itself, leaving fine cuts on the skin, but she still smiled and stuffed the burning talisman into the wound of the tentacle.

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The battle between the original chaos and the ordinary chaos became more and more intense. The sky of Dazong was torn into countless pieces, and time and space were distorted by the tearing of energy.

Huan Ye finally saw the truth about the boss lady's chaos core - there was nothing there, the original chaos had already completely crushed the host's consciousness, leaving only pure destructive will.

"I see... If there's no weakness, then destroy it."

The cold light in her silver eyes shone brightly, and the cold energy around her body burned madly, turning her into an ice bomb about to explode;

Ma Buliang's paintbrush was dyed dark gold by the chaos, and the monster he drew began to bite itself, but he laughed even more crazily;

Most of the soft rice paper was swallowed by the chaos, but he still used his bloody fingertips to draw the last talisman in the air.

In the vortex of chaos, the outline of the ruins gradually blurred, and they were about to be drawn into this gluttonous feast of primordial chaos!

......

"Uh……"

Xiaoqing slumped in the rubble, her blood-stained fingertips grasping at the air in vain, trying to condense the aura of water, but only a few wisps of thin mist overflowed from her palms.

"Whoo~"

She leaned against the broken beams and gasped, each breath bringing burning pain. Her tattered sleeves hung limply at her sides, her vision blurred by blood loss, and she could only barely make out the surging primordial chaos in the center of the battlefield.

"Now how to do……"

Mingyue was kneeling not far away, her weapon deeply embedded in the ground to support her body. Her forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and a sickly flush appeared on her pale face. The fight with Zhirou just now had already exhausted her last bit of strength. At this moment, she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms, and could only watch the chaos spread wantonly.

"Uh……"

Wu Song knelt on one knee, and only by inserting the tiger-head stick deeply into the ground could he barely support his body.

His clothes were torn by Yun Bai's whistle stick, and the blood on the wound had solidified into black scabs. Every time he tried to get up, he was suppressed by the chaos and fell to his knees again.

Yun Bai's figure was looming in the chaotic mist. Although she was waving the whistle stick in her hand with great vigor, her movements were becoming slower and slower - the erosion of chaos and the confrontation with her remaining consciousness were also consuming her strength. The occasional clear look in her eyes was filled with pain and unwillingness for what she had done.

"boom……"

The power of destruction surged and spread like a tide. Wherever the aftermath of the chaotic power reached, the surrounding houses began to shake and collapse.

"Bang bang bang..."

The stone wall collapsed under the invisible pressure, bricks and tiles were blown into the air, and then suspended in the chaos, forming a hideous vortex.

The once bustling streets were reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye, with broken signs spinning in the air and eventually dyed gray and black by the chaos.

"Run, run, this is Chaos, Chaos is coming again..."

The house had been engulfed by the gray-black fog. From time to time, the roar of collapsing houses could be heard in the distance. The faint screams were ruthlessly drowned out by the chaotic roars, as if the whole world was trembling under this terrifying force.

"Uh……"

Huan Ye's ice armor had long been shattered. She leaned against a broken icicle, gasping for breath, her long silver hair scattered on her shoulders, and black blood continued to flow from the corners of her lips.

Even as strong as she was, she couldn't hide her fatigue at this moment, and a rare trace of solemnity flashed in her eyes;

“That’s so funny, hahahaha…”

Although Ma Buliang was still laughing wildly, his laughter gradually became hoarse, and the hand holding the brush could not stop shaking. The chaotic creation he drew was torn into pieces by the original chaos as soon as it took shape, and the paint mixed with blood dripped onto the ground.

"Brother, this is not something we can handle! Why don't we go back and talk to Master An first?"

Zhirou curled up in the corner, barely bandaging the wounds corroded by chaos with blood-stained rags. There was very little rice paper left, and for the first time, fear and panic appeared in her eyes as she looked at the battlefield.

"No way..."

Xiaoqing's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"We can't even get close..."

Mingyue wanted to respond, but she started coughing violently. The blood foam that seeped out from between her fingers fell to the ground and was instantly swallowed by the chaos.

Wu Song looked at the shrinking chaos core, despair flashing in his eyes - they were all on the verge of their limit, while the original chaos in the proprietress's body grew stronger in the carnival of destruction. Every surge caused the ground of the sect to crack deeper, as if it was going to drag the entire sect into the abyss.

Deep in the chaos, the proprietress's remaining consciousness was like a candle in the wind.

In a trance, she saw the Da Zong martial arts training ground again, and the figures of her senior brothers guiding her in practicing with the stick overlapped with the chaos before her eyes.

"Guarding the sect..."

This obsession struggled in the chaos, but was crushed by the power of the original chaos and became weaker and weaker.

Outside the battlefield, Da Fei, swallowed by the chaos, is still sinking in the darkness. No one knows whether he can still grasp the clarity that is about to dissipate. The fate of the entire Da Zong and even Mao Tu is crumbling in the vortex of chaos.