The improved female villains regained their memories.

Wen Shihan looked up at Yinglong's true form.

Its body can no longer be described as enormous; each dragon scale is a projection of a small world, and when its wings are spread, they cover the entire Candle Dragon World.

What is most unsettling are those dragon eyes, like the blazing sun hanging high in the sky, illuminating all illusions.

"So many times before, it wasn't your true form?" Wen Shihan said.

Yinglong chuckled a few times and replied, "How much do you know about the manifestation of the demon race? And how much do you know about me, Yinglong?"

"I was reluctant to take action before, firstly because I wanted to see Ye Buxin's attitude, and secondly because I wanted to avoid the confrontation of the other two candidates."

"Originally, I was unwilling to reveal my true form when dealing with you. For great demons like me and Bai Ze who have survived from ancient times, the physical body is something that can be discarded. As long as the essence remains, it's fine."

"Telling you won't hurt. Bai Ze's origin resides in the Land of Rules, Bi Xie's origin resides in the Netherworld, and my origin..."

Its dragon eyes were close to Wen Shihan, and the temperature and dragon might emanating from them actually suppressed the chaotic airflow so that it could not condense into a ball.

"We'll be stationed at Taixu!"

The sound was like a roar, echoing through the netherworld.

"With the Netherworld shattered and the Great Ruins approaching, my strength is recovering every moment."

"Wen Shihan, I admire you. Apart from that hypocritical facade, you are no different from those ancient sages of the human race!"

“Someone like you can rise to power given the slightest opportunity, so even if you weren’t a candidate, I would still kill you here.”

Dragon claws covered it, blotting out the sky and the sun.

"Wen Shihan, pay the price for your insatiability!"

Not satisfied?

Wen Shihan grinned.

The words "Life" were revealed on the blade covered in Yin energy.

My life.

Her life.

How should a person live her life?

"Those of noble and lowly status are determined by their positions."

"Between heaven and earth, there is both low and high, hence the Book of Changes says: 'The low and the high are arranged, and the noble and the lowly are positioned.' You can accept someone who spouts benevolence and morality, appears virtuous but is actually different from immortals and mortals, and cares nothing for the lives of ordinary people, standing in a high position, yet you cannot tolerate me climbing to a higher position. What kind of logic is this? We both exploit ordinary people, and what I lack compared to you is merely the facade of benevolence and morality."

Back then, the system told Yang Pingsheng, "Wen Shihan is a man who will stop at nothing."

"She will never be satisfied. Even if she is calm for a while, she will eventually revert to her true nature."

Climbing by any means necessary.

Climb higher, climb higher, climb to the highest point.

Even if it's her own brother, she'll still trample him down.

She wants to be at the very top!

The blade is tempered by the flames of the Netherworld, its two characters etched with the words "My Life's Glory." High and low are ordained by Heaven since ancient times, yet I alone choose to ascend to the very summit.

Treading on bones, drinking in the frosty wind, I remain serene on the road to the underworld. If you find this path too filthy, behold the even thicker blood of the Azure Clouds.

Wen Shihan sneered, "Yinglong, stop criticizing me from your superior position."

"Who will make it to the end is not determined by Heaven, Earth, or man."

"You can't decide either."

She gripped the blade and gently wiped it, instantly covering the blade in black.

The Nine Revolutions of the Yellow Springs was modified by Wen Shihan based on his own Immortal Killing Method, the Yellow Springs Invitation Formation, which combines Yin Meridians and True Traces of the Great Dao.

The first transformation, "All Ghosts Pay Homage," uses the Yin meridians as a guide to awaken the resentment within them, forming skeletons or will-o'-the-wisps.

The second transformation, the Yin-Yang boundary, disrupts the laws governing the area. By using the true traces of the Great Dao, it gathers the resentment within the Yin veins, creating a domain of laws.

And what she is using now is the third transformation, Eternal Withering.

Darkness erupted from the blade in her hand, engulfing her and Yinglong like a black hole.

Immediately afterwards, the darkness rapidly expanded and began to engulf the world of Zhulong.

As Bai Ze was riding on auspicious clouds, suddenly all the snow-white fur on his body stood on end.

It looked up abruptly and saw that at the end of the sky, surging darkness was pressing down like a monstrous wave.

Wherever the black tide passed, the world of Zhulong groaned in despair, unable to bear the burden any longer.

"This is bad!"

It stomped its four legs, and the auspicious clouds around it surged, transforming into a bright curtain of light that stretched across the sky. However, just as the light curtain took shape—

Swish!

A dazzling stream of light, like a celestial being descending from the heavens, tore through the thick darkness.

The light was faster than usual. Bai Ze only had time to turn his head to dodge before a sharp pain shot through his cheek.

"This is!?"

On its snow-white fur, a thin wound is weathering and aging at a visible speed.

Even more terrifying, the decaying power began to erode inward along the wound, causing its immortal body, which had remained imperishable for millennia, to show signs of decay.

As the light faded, Ling Tiandu's figure stood suspended in mid-air.

Her fist, crackled with the power of laws that distort spacetime, slammed into Bai Ze's face without hesitation.

"Ling Tian is jealous!" Bai Ze exclaimed, both shocked and furious.

The power of the law, aided by auspicious clouds, blasted out, striking directly at Ling Tiandu's fist.

The laws of time are spreading.

Nearly one-fifth of the Candle Dragon World slowly turned gray and scattered into fragments.

"Heh, interesting."

Ling Tiandu raised his fist: "I'd like to see how many punches you and the Candle Dragon World can take from me."

Bai Ze exclaimed in shock and anger, "Ling Tian Du, by doing this you will completely destroy the Zhulong World! Don't you humans want this place anymore?"

"Aren't you a know-it-all?" Ling Tiandu blinked. "Guess?"

She threw another punch.

"Stop it!"

Bai Ze did not hesitate to use the rule runes.

White runes surrounded Ling Tiandu's fist, and her fist was visibly suspended in mid-air.

"I will write down the rules of this place!" Bai Ze shouted, "Ling Tiandu is forbidden from using his fists..."

One hand pressed down on its back.

Bai Ze: "!!!"

Its words drifted in mid-air, and it turned back in alarm, meeting Yang Pingsheng's calm eyes.

"Goodbye."

"Yang Pingsheng, you heartless bastard!" Bai Ze cursed angrily, "We are..."

bump!

Its body suddenly grew larger, then exploded, turning into a small mountain.

Yang Pingsheng stood on the hill and looked at Ling Tiandu.

The two faced off again.

Chapter 775 The Deadly Protagonist and the Life-Swapping Villain

Yang Pingsheng slightly raised his hand.

He stood atop a solitary peak, his gaze calmly fixed on the woman opposite him.

Above, the engulfing darkness churned, and the energy fluctuations caused by the battle between Yinglong and Wen Shihan still echoed between heaven and earth, tearing the crimson into shattered flakes.

“Yinglong is not yet defeated,” Yang Pingsheng said. “Ling Tiandu, there is no need for us to fight now.”

Ling Tiandu nodded: "You're right."

She suddenly looked up, a dangerous glint in her eyes, "However... this Candle Dragon World cannot be given to you."

Before she finished speaking, her fist had already slowly been thrust out.

This punch, seemingly as light as a feather, caused a strange distortion in the surrounding space and time.

Yang Pingsheng's pupils shrank sharply. That was no ordinary fist force, but a deadly move containing the law of time.

Wherever the fist passed, the space underwent a cycle of decay and rebirth at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the mountains beneath their feet were weathered and reassembled in an instant.

The jarring feeling of time flowing backwards seemed to erase his very existence.

Yang Pingsheng dared not delay; with a flick of his sleeve, the sky suddenly darkened.

A hundred thousand towering mountain shadows pierced through the clouds. Even before the shadows arrived, the heavy pressure made the space of the Candle Dragon World creak.

"fall."

With a soft shout, the Ten Thousand Mountains crashed down, completely sealing off the space where Ling Tiandu was located.

Each mountain is as heavy as a star, and what's even more terrifying is the sealing power flowing across the surface of the mountains, which even briefly freezes the laws of time.

The thunderous roar of the falling mountains echoed throughout the world of Zhulong.

Ling Tiandu's cold eyes flashed like lightning, and a dazzling golden light burst forth from between his knuckles.

She slowly pulled her right fist back, and ancient time-related patterns appeared on her entire arm, causing the space at the point of her fist to begin to collapse unnaturally.

"Come!"

With a seemingly casual punch, the first part of the majestic mountain that made contact suddenly rippled.