The improved female villains regained their memories.

The earth churned and the magma boiled.

If it weren't for the shadow world protecting this place, the entire capital city would probably be in dire straits right now.

Luo Benmo felt a splitting headache, and his face contorted in a ferocious expression, but he continued to unleash his killing moves, especially the nine lightning dragons, which ignored the flames tearing at the halo around Xu Anlu and were determined to devour her.

Xu Anlu was seriously injured by the lightning. Although Xu Anyin had used her defensive immortal techniques to the limit, she still could not withstand Luo Benmo's domineering attack. The closer she got to Luo Benmo, the more serious her injuries became.

"Sister, you'll die if this continues!"

"I'll drag her down with me before I die, Xiao Yin. You said you'd stand by me. I'll unleash every soul-type immortal technique on her!"

"it is good!"

Luo Benmo's headache worsened, but this pain was clearly not as intense as the Soul Devouring Pain. She grinned ferociously and lashed out with her whip.

"Die!"

"You're the one who'll die!!!"

Light and lightning are about to collide.

A feast of fire and thunder, both fought with deadly intent; it was a fight to the death.

The intense heat of the sun and the terrifying thunderstorms were enough to destroy any mortal who came near. It's no exaggeration to say that the entire mansion, along with the streets outside, was basically destroyed.

If Xu Anlu hadn't moved all the surrounding residents away in order to bring the Shadow World to life, many people would probably have died just from their fight.

The surrounding area is now ruins, the water in the pool has long since evaporated, and the crucian carp inside have become grilled fish.

A crack appeared in the shadow world, and it seemed that if the two collided, they would reach their limit.

"Go to hell!!"

"Go to hell!!"

The two men roared in anger, showing no mercy.

Kaka-

At that moment, time stopped.

The heatwave, the thunder, the dust swirling in the air—everything stopped.

Luo Benmo's ferocious face, Wen Shihan's unconscious posture, the shadow guards' panicked appearance—everything was frozen in time.

Only Xu Anlu and Xu Anyin remained conscious.

"I can't move? What happened!?"

"It's a Celestial Path killing move, sister. Someone has used a space-time type Celestial Path killing move."

A man stood in the ruins not far away.

He wore a melancholy expression, a shield of spiritual energy swirling around him to protect him from the heatwave, and a black cat stood at his feet, wagging its tail in the stillness of time and space.

"They really beat them up..."

"Yes."

Yang Pingsheng looked at the system: "So who's to blame for all of this?"

"Haha... I'm just a cat..."

The black cat stood up guiltily and rubbed against Yang Pingsheng's trouser leg: "I'm just a meowing kitten."

Don't you think you owe me an explanation?

"No, don't use that tone. It's scary. It gives the feeling that 'I've been putting up with you for a long time and I want to devour you.' Look, I haven't abandoned you."

I want to kick you.

"Meow meow meow!! Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!!!!!"

Yang Pingsheng sighed and unleashed another immortal killing move.

The spatial-type immortal techniques were unleashed, and both of their immortal techniques were banished to another dimension. Everything returned to calm.

Time flows on once more.

Xu Anlu's armor, aura, and boots were gone, and the blood lightning and thunder dragon summoned by Luo Benmo were also gone. Amidst the ruins, the two stared at each other in disbelief.

Yang Pingsheng appeared before the two of them.

He looked at Xu Anlu with those melancholy eyes, and then at Wen Shihan who emerged from the shadows.

"Brother..."

Wen Shihan, dressed in black, remained in the same position as before the fight, her injuries completely gone. She stood in front of Yang Pingsheng, her thin lips slightly parted: "It's dangerous here. This woman wants to turn you into a human puppet. Please, brother, stay away. I, Xiaohan, will help you resolve this."

Not far away, Wen Shihan, who had fainted, turned into smoke and disappeared.

Luo Benmo, his silver hair fluttering, stepped forward, tugged at Yang Pingsheng's clothes, looked up, and stared at him with his scarlet pupils, now fused with the Blood Spirit Root, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Yang Pingsheng glanced at her, then looked at Wen Shihan again, and said nothing.

A sense of spiritual exhaustion swept over me.

"Grand Tutor, Grand Tutor..."

A trembling voice rang out, and Yang Pingsheng looked toward the source of the sound. Xu Anlu in front of him had become abnormal again, her eyes were bloodshot, and her hand holding the Sunfire Spear was clenched tightly, her fingertips turning white.

Xu Anlu is definitely not right.

"elder sister……"

The red-haired soul floated out, looking at her older sister with concern, then at the man with a complicated expression.

"Grand Tutor..."

Distant memories wash over the three of them.

Military strategy, the way of the king, the way of the hegemon—those years, those events, have ultimately become part of our memories, something we can't escape or shake off.

It's as if it's etched into my bones, becoming the deepest curse, from which I can never escape.

He stepped forward, reached out, and patted Xu Anlu's head. Then he turned to look at Wen Shihan and Luo Benmo, slightly concealing his exhaustion, and smiled: "Xiaohan, sister, can you give me some time?"

“Brother…” Wen Shihan was a little anxious.

Luo Benmo frowned, his body remaining still, silently conveying his meaning.

"I think……"

As soon as Yang Pingsheng spoke, the two of them instantly stepped forward and stood beside him.

The atmosphere became somewhat subtle.

Xu Anlu stood in front of Yang Pingsheng, his hand on her head. Wen Shihan and Luo Benmo stood behind him, making him feel like he was squeezed in the middle. Surrounded by three different spiritual energies, he was both amused and exasperated.

"Xiao Han..."

"I'm here."

"Xiaoyu is still asleep in her room. You guys were fighting so fiercely that the house collapsed. I haven't seen her come out yet, so she might be buried underneath. Can you help your brother rescue her?"

"But……"

Their perspectives clashed, and Wen Shihan changed his words: "Xiaohan understands."

"Sister, I protected Big Yellow, but it got a little injured. Could you help me get it treated?"

On the way here, poor Big Yellow was almost roasted into dog meat by the high temperature. Luckily, Yang Pingsheng put a spiritual energy shield on it, otherwise it would be edible by now.

“Brother…” Luo Benmo looked at him, his blood-red pupils gradually fading, and said, “I’m not very good at healing killing moves.”

"That……"

“But treating a dog is no problem.” Luo Benmo turned around. “Let’s get it sorted out sooner.”

"it is good."

Wen Shihan walked towards Xiaoyu's room with worry, but still couldn't rest easy and left an avatar behind. Luo Benmo disappeared from the spot, but left a mark before disappearing.

The air was sweltering, carrying the smell of burning. Yang Pingsheng looked at Xu Anlu and smiled slightly.

"Xiao Lu..."

"Grand Tutor."

"Are you calm now?"

"Um......"

"Let's talk."

"it is good……"

Chapter 118 Defeat, Fireworks, and Uselessness

A chaotic and boundless dark space.

At the deepest level of consciousness, Yang Pingsheng's consciousness was immersed in it, while opposite him were the consciousnesses of Xu Anlu and Xu Anyin.

There's no better chat environment than here, and Xu Anlu brought Yang Pingsheng here so that they wouldn't be disturbed.

It was pitch black, and he was standing on an unseen void. Yang Pingsheng looked at Xu Anlu and asked, "Were you staying here the whole time?"

Xu Anlu pursed her lips and nodded.

Xu Anyin, with his red hair, looked at her with concern and took the initiative to put his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, sister."

"It's nothing, it's all in the past."

She shook her head, her eyes still fixed on Yang Pingsheng.

Whenever she saw him, her blood would boil, as if it had turned into the scorching sun, making her heart burn.

Even though Yang Pingsheng is young now, he is still the Grand Tutor, her favorite Grand Tutor.

"Grand Tutor..."

She threw herself into Yang Pingsheng's arms, greedily inhaling his scent.

All her madness, longing, and regret were transformed into action. She made a huge demand, and her intense consciousness invaded, causing even Yang Pingsheng's consciousness to become somewhat unstable.