After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

The woman stopped three zhang in front of Xu Ze. Her purple eyes swept over him, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, finally settling on his face.

A slight smile appeared on her lips.

That smile was beautiful, yet cold, like frost in winter.

"Oh," she said, her voice soft and sweet, with a sweetness that melts your heart, "where did this handsome young man come from?"

Xu Ze did not speak.

Chu Feng peeked out from behind Xu Ze, his respectful expression long gone, replaced by the arrogance of a petty person who had achieved success.

“Eleventh King,” he pointed at Xu Ze, his voice shrill and shrill, “kill him.”

The woman didn't move. She just looked at Xu Ze, his image reflected in her purple eyes like two purple mirrors.

She tilted her head, and a strand of long hair slipped from her shoulder and fell to her chest.

"Kill him?" she repeated, her tone savoring the words. "Are you sure?"

Chu Feng grew anxious.

"Eleventh King! He's a steward of the Demon Alliance! We can't let him leave alive..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

A silvery-white thread flew out from the woman's sleeve, as fast as lightning.

The thread was as thin as a hair, yet sharper than a steel blade, tracing a graceful arc in the air, and then…

It wrapped itself around Chu Feng's neck.

Chu Feng's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened, but he couldn't make a sound.

He looked down at the thread, watching it wrap around his neck once, then again.

The thread was so fine that it was almost invisible, yet he could feel its presence.

Cold, tense, like a snake tightening its grip.

"Eleventh King, you broke your promise, you..."

He only had time to utter that one word.

The thread is tightened.

Chu Feng's head rolled off his neck, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled into a pile of ashes.

His body was still standing, the cut on his neck as smooth as a mirror, and blood spurted out after a few breaths.

The blood spurted high, drawing a dark red arc in the moonlight, before landing on the nearby ruins with a hissing sound.

The other two were so frightened their legs went weak, and they turned and ran. But they were too slow.

Two more threads flew out, precisely wrapping around their necks, and were gently pulled.

Both heads landed at the same time.

The woman retracted the silk thread, her movements as graceful as gathering a strand of hair.

She didn't even glance at the three corpses; she just stared at Xu Ze.

The smile still lingered on her lips, but it had changed, now carrying a hint of greed and hunger.

“Such perfect prey,” her voice softened, almost like a sigh, “I haven’t seen anything like it in a long time.”

Her gaze moved from Xu Ze's face to his shoulder, from his shoulder to his chest, and from his chest to the sword wrapped in white cloth.

With each inch it moved, its purple pupils dilated, its breathing became rapid, and its chest heaved.

“The blood of a cultivator in the Void Refinement stage must be very sweet,” she licked her lips.

Xu Ze stood still, motionless.

He didn't even look at the three corpses on the ground, but only at the spider demon in front of him.

Her demonic aura surged in the night wind like a tide, wave after wave, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.

That aura was even stronger than the Nascent Soul stage elders he faced in Fire Cloud Valley.

Fusion stage, Demon King.

His strength is indeed far superior to that of cultivators of the same level...

"Well, I'd say it's somewhat challenging."

Xu Ze took the Flame-Slaying Sword from behind.

"What...aren't you afraid of me?"

She tilted her head, a hint of doubt flashing in her purple eyes, "I am a demon king in the Fusion stage!"

Xu Ze's gaze was calm and composed, a calmness that was not feigned, nor did it seem like he was terrified; rather, it was a composure that came from his very bones.

"so what."

The woman froze for a moment.

She has lived for thousands of years and has seen countless cultivators, both bold and timid.

But no one has ever been able to remain so calm when facing her.

This calm made her uncomfortable, like a thorn stuck in her heart, causing a dull itch.

"You are not afraid of death?"

She asked again, her voice now tinged with a hint of probing.

Xu Ze finally spoke.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a faint smile.

"Who is the hunter, and who is the prey..."

His voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself.

"That's not necessarily true."

Chapter 171 will break.

Hearing Xu Ze's confident words.

The spider demon's pupils suddenly contracted.

She sensed something.

"Sword cultivator?"

A surge of sword intent was emanating from the young man in the blue robe, silent yet so sharp it sent chills down one's spine.

The woman instinctively took a step back.

"No, so what if he's a sword cultivator? He's just a Void Refinement stage cultivator..."

But soon, the spider demon stopped in her tracks.

She is one of the twelve demon kings!

How could a cultivator at the Integration Stage be forced to retreat by a cultivator at the Refinement Stage?

A flash of annoyance crossed the woman's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper greed.

The tougher the prey, the sweeter its blood... She understood this better than anyone.

"Interesting." Her voice turned cold, and two ghostly flames ignited in her purple pupils. "Then let me see what you're capable of."

She raised her hand, and all ten fingers simultaneously flicked out silk threads.

The silk threads intertwined in the air to form a large net that blotted out the sky and descended upon Xu Ze.

The mesh is so fine that each thread is stretched like a harp string; a light touch would cut off a piece of flesh.

Xu Ze looked up at the net.

He didn't dodge; he simply stretched out one hand and grasped the hilt of the sword behind him.

"Hey buddy, let's get out and stretch our legs."

The moment the Flame-Slaying Sword was drawn, the surrounding temperature plummeted.

The sword, wrapped in white cloth, was now exposed. Its dark red blade was shimmering with magma-like patterns of light, and its sword's cry was deep and resonant, like an echo from the depths of the earth.

Xu Ze twisted his wrist, and the tip of the sword drew an arc in the air.

"Broken Mountain".

A flash of sword light.

The light was not dazzling; in fact, it was rather dim, as dim as the last glimmer of night before dawn.

But it was this dim sword light that caused Tao Yaoyao's pupils to shrink into a vertical line.

"Dividing the mountain."

In Xu Ze's hand, the sword light flashed again, and the fifth move of the 'Azure Cloud Sword Technique' was about to be unleashed.

The two sword lights crossed paths, like an invisible pair of scissors gently closing together.

The spiderweb that blotted out the sky was like paper in front of the sword light, and a large hole was torn open silently.

The sound of the thread breaking was delicate and crisp, like ice cracking or a string snapping.

The fragments danced in the air, refracting tiny rays of light under the moonlight, like a silent firework display.

Tao Yaoyao took a half step back.

"Such fierce swordsmanship..."

A hint of disbelief flashed in her eyes. Those threads were refined by her own demonic essence over thousands of years, and each one was enough to bind a cultivator in the Integration stage.

But in front of this young man in the Void Refinement stage, she was as fragile as a spider's web.

No, it's actually spider silk...

Those silk threads were her pride, her weapon, her life.

But this man's sword could take her life.