Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 152 My dear sister, you didn't want this either...

"What?" Leng Yulai's voice, like an icicle piercing the hissing sound of the fierce clash between gray and crimson energy, carried undisguised sarcasm. "Deputy Tower Master Leng, are you trying to silence me?"

Before the words were even finished, a terrifying aura no less powerful than Leng Yaozhu's suddenly erupted from the corner! The thick black fog surged out like a living thing, instantly filling the space within the barrier that was not completely covered by the phoenix flames.

In the thick fog, the phantom of the Dark Phoenix Martial Soul shrieked silently. Its icy dark soul power, carrying a chilling aura that corroded the soul, actually withstood the scorching pressure brought by the extreme fire and stood up to Leng Yaozhu's aura!

Quasi-God Limit Douluo! Over the years, following Ye Lan and taking charge of the Holy Spirit Cult's Dark Division, with Ye Lan's generous rewards, Leng Yulai's strength has also advanced by leaps and bounds!

She emerged step by step from the shadow of the turbulent energy flow, her body, encased in tight leather, swaying gracefully with each step, yet carrying a deadly danger.

Her gaze passed over Leng Yaozhu, who was struggling to maintain the barrier, and greedily locked onto her violently billowing sleeve—there, a grayish-white light struggled like a living thing, and each impact caused Leng Yaozhu's Phoenix Flame Barrier to fluctuate violently, and the blazing phantom of the fire phoenix let out a painful wail.

"Heh, I never expected this," Leng Yulai's red lips curved into a bewitching smile, her voice carrying a hint of surprise and a deeper amusement, "The aloof and pure-hearted Deputy Tower Master Leng of the Spirit Pagoda actually possesses such an 'approachable' aura hidden in her sleeve—"

Tsk tsk, this rich and pure essence of death is far more refined than that of some elders in my Holy Spirit Cult. Leng Yaozhu, you wouldn't happen to be the long-lost disciple of our Cult Leader, would you?

She deliberately drew out her words, each one like a poisoned needle.

She was deliberately trying to put Leng Yaozhu in a difficult position.

Leng Yaozhu was now in a dilemma. Although she had suppressed the energy level of the skull figurine in her sleeve to the limit of a quasi-god, which was within her control, the essence of this aura was too domineering and too pure!

It seemed to possess its own will, frantically trying to break free of its restraints and declare its existence to the outside world! Sealing it off was far more mentally taxing than fighting a full-force attack from an opponent of equal strength!

She had to precisely annihilate every trace of leaked energy within the barrier, ensuring that not a single bit escaped to the outside world, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Leng Yaozhu's voice was filled with suppressed panting and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety. "If this aura is leaked and attracts the Sea God Pavilion's patrol team, no one will be in trouble! Quickly help suppress it!"

"Help?" Leng Yulai laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, letting out a string of silvery but chilling laughter. Instead of making a move, she leisurely swayed forward with cat-like steps, ignoring the violently clashing energy turbulence around her.

The surging dark soul power acted as the most loyal guardian, silently devouring the aftershocks of the Phoenix Flame that approached her.

"I don't see it as a problem. Those self-proclaimed righteous lunatics from the Sea God Pavilion have been chasing after my Holy Spirit Sect for years, shouting for their lives. I'm used to it. So what if they come? I'll just fight my way out. But you—"

She paused in her speech, then moved like a ghost close to Leng Yaozhu's side, so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Leng Yulai's bewitching eyes scrutinized Leng Yaozhu's furrowed brows, the fine beads of sweat on her nose, and her forced composure as she struggled to maintain the barrier.

A twisted sense of pleasure crept into Leng Yulai's heart. She stretched out her slender, pale fingers, their icy touch lightly brushing against Leng Yaozhu's exquisite yet taut cheek. The smooth sensation on her fingertips caused Leng Yaozhu's body to stiffen almost imperceptibly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this face—still so beautiful." Leng Yulai's voice was like a lover's whisper, yet every word was piercing. "Tell me, if I were here now—" Her fingertips slowly slid down Leng Yaozhu's smooth cheek, carrying a hint of provocative flair, finally stopping at the carotid artery on her snow-white, slender neck, and gently pressed it.

"Gently make a cut." In Leng Yulai's other hand, the pitch-black dagger appeared silently, its sharp tip gleaming with an eerie light, almost touching the delicate skin on Leng Yaozhu's neck.

"It must hurt a lot, right? —Won't it splatter a lot?"

Leng Yaozhu's muscles tensed instantly, and the soul power output maintaining the barrier was momentarily disrupted! The gray-white light in her sleeve seized the opportunity to surge suddenly!

She let out a muffled groan, forcibly suppressing it, and looked coldly at her sister who was so close to her, but she did not show fear or concern for Yun Ming as Leng Yulai had expected.

"When the time comes," Leng Yulai continued speaking, ignoring Leng Yaozhu's icy gaze. The tip of the dagger pressed slightly, leaving a shallow white mark on Leng Yaozhu's neck, as if it would pierce her in the next second.

"The pure aura of death emanating from you, combined with the dark soul power of my Holy Spirit Cult's Dark Phoenix Douluo—two such tempting auras intertwined and erupted—do you think it wouldn't be like a lighthouse in the night, directly attracting Yun Ming?"

She deliberately leaned closer, her red lips almost touching Leng Yaozhu's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids, yet her words sharp as daggers: "If he saw with his own eyes—tsk tsk—that his former little fangirl, who was infatuated with him, looked up to him, and would have given him her heart, the powerful Vice Tower Master Leng Yaozhu of the Spirit Pagoda, was actually involved with me, a witch from the Holy Spirit Cult, plotting to destroy his Shrek Academy—tell me, how would his always gentle and refined face contort? Hmm? Wouldn't it be—very interesting?"

As Leng Yaozhu listened to Leng Yulai deliberately mention Yun Ming, her heart remained as still as a stagnant lake, even feeling a sense of absurd alienation.

That name, that figure, the man who once occupied her entire heart, now stirred not a ripple in her soul, leaving only a powerful, soon-to-be-eliminated obstacle that needed to be assessed. Leng Yulai's provocations sounded to her like the buzzing of mosquitoes, utterly meaningless.

However, Leng Yulai's fingers were not at peace. Those cool, smooth fingertips gently circled her neck, lightly scratching the exceptionally sensitive skin on the back of her neck—a little secret known only to her closest confidante!

"Ugh!" A strong, uncontrollable itch shot through Leng Yaozhu's spine like an electric current! Her body jerked violently—

I trembled, and almost cried out!

The soul power maintaining the barrier fluctuated violently again! The gray-white light struggled wildly within her sleeve! She bit her lower lip tightly, her beautiful face flushed with an unusual redness, and even the corners of her eyes glistened with a little physiological moisture.

The way she was suppressing her laughter while trying to resist the tickling and the impact of her soul power, combined with her current disheveled appearance, revealed a breathtakingly fragile yet alluring charm.

"Help—help me—." Leng Yaozhu's voice trembled indescribably and had a broken nasal tone because she was trying to suppress the piercing itching and the impact of the soul power. It sounded strangely soft and alluring.

Leng Yulai paused noticeably, a strange glint flashing in her eyes, before her playful smile deepened, tinged with malice and a peculiar excitement.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" She deliberately made an exaggerated exclamation, withdrew the dagger that was pointing at Leng Yaozhu's neck, and instead lightly scratched Leng Yaozhu's burning cheek with the back of her finger. "Leng Yaozhu, Leng Yaozhu, I really didn't expect that! Usually, you put on airs like a deputy tower master, with an icy demeanor that keeps strangers at bay, but behind your back, tsk tsk, that voice, that tone—it's so seductive it could drip water!"

"Which man did you learn this oral sex skill from? You must have had your fair share, right? Looks like the position of Deputy Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda isn't as celibate as it seems!"

His words were extremely harsh and malicious.

"You!" Leng Yaozhu trembled with anger. Just as she was about to rebuke him, she saw a mischievous glint in Leng Yulai's eyes. The hand that had just been slapping her cheek suddenly appeared behind her in a flash!

Snapped!

A crisp yet slightly muffled sound stood out starkly amidst the violent clash of energy!

Leng Yulai's hand, covered by a black leather glove, slapped Leng Yaozhu's round and perky buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in a business suit, with a hint of mischief, not too hard but not too lightly!

The slap was perfectly controlled, causing no real damage, but it triggered a tempting, elastic, and violent shockwave in Leng Yaozhu's buttocks! It also completely froze Leng Yaozhu's body, which was already tense due to the impact of her soul power and the intense itch she was trying to suppress!

An indescribable surge of shame and indignation instantly rushed to Leng Yaozhu's head! She whirled around, her eyes practically spitting fire! This action! This position! She had "disciplined" her naughty younger sister countless times like this when they were little! Now—now she actually dared to—?!

"Xiao Lai!" Leng Yaozhu's voice rose with extreme embarrassment and anger, even taking on a sharp and sticky tone, "Stop making a scene! Help me!"

She practically screamed it out. The soul power maintaining the barrier became unstable again due to the violent fluctuations in her emotions, and the gray-white light in her sleeves almost broke through the fabric of her sleeves!

Having landed a successful blow, Leng Yulai quickly retreated half a step, avoiding the range of Leng Yaozhu's potential counterattack. Watching Leng Yaozhu's disheveled appearance—a mixture of shame and indignation, her face flushed red, her eyes blazing with fury yet forced to maintain the barrier—she felt a twisted pleasure surge within her!

A smug and wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth, much like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

She crossed her arms leisurely, tilted her head slightly, and her face was filled with undisguised arrogance and mockery: "Oh? Now you're getting anxious? Weren't you quite tough just now?"

She drawled out her words, speaking slowly, "You want my help? Ah. Beg me."

She held up a finger and pointed at Leng Yaozhu from a distance: "My dear, sister," she deliberately enunciated each word with a strong sense of sarcasm, "you, beg me. As long as you just say 'Yu Lai, help your sister,' I'll immediately step in and help you suppress this little trouble. Otherwise—"

Leng Yulai's smile vanished, her eyes instantly turning icy and dangerous, radiating a blatant threat as she brandished the dagger in her hand once more: "You wouldn't want your old flame Yun Ming and his pack of Sea God Pavilion's mad dogs to find out about your Spirit Pagoda's high-ranking members' collusion with the Holy Spirit Cult, their attempt to overthrow Shrek City, and their harboring of such a pure essence of death, would you?"

"You—shameless!" Leng Yaozhu stared intently at Leng Yulai's pretty face, which was filled with malice, and squeezed out the three words through gritted teeth. Extreme anger, shame, and the immense pressure of maintaining the barrier caused her chest to heave violently, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, wetting the hair at her temples.

She clenched her teeth, her eyes filled with humiliation and struggle, yet she stubbornly refused to utter another word.

Inside the barrier, the clash between the gray and crimson intensified, with turbulent energy currents roaring like two enraged beasts, poised to shatter the fragile balance at any moment.

The luxury cruise ship groaned under the weight of the two men's terrifying presence and the churning waves below.

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