Cultivation Online

1245 Xiao Hua

'My saber definitely reached her! Yet, why isn't there a scratch on her?! Why isn't she bleeding out?!' Zhaohui could never mistake the feeling of slicing flesh, so he was absolutely certain that he'd reached her, but he could not explain the results.

Meanwhile, Xiao Hua had an annoyed look on her face, but not because she'd just lost the exchange.

"My clothes…" she muttered in a low voice.

"I don't know what you just did to avoid that attack, but it won't happen a second time." Zhaohui tightened his grip on the saber before rushing at Xiao Hua again, his speed much faster than previously, almost as though he had been holding back.

"How annoying…" Xiao Hua muttered as she confronted Zhaohui with her swords.

[Herald of Agony!]

Zhaohui swiftly employed one of his techniques, conjuring a large, obsidian-

hued, shadowy circle on the ground, directly beneath Xiao Hua's feet.

Reacting instantly, Xiao Hua leaped out of the circle's grasp. Yet, to her surprise, the shadowy formation clung to her like a relentless specter, maintaining its position beneath her.

In response to this relentless pursuit, Xiao Hua made a swift decision to ascend into the sky. However, as she made her move, the edges of the black circle abruptly rose from the earth, ensnaring her within a pitch-black ball.

"Hey… That doesn't look good at all. Shouldn't we help her?" Xi Meili's voice trembled with concern as she observed the dire situation unfolding before them.

Yuan calmly shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate her, she'll be fine."

"Hahaha!!! No matter what tricks you have up your sleeves, your spiritual energy has been sealed by my Herald of Agony! Once trapped by it, you're just a sitting duck waiting to be slaughtered!" Zhouhui laughed like a maniac as he started slashing and stabbing his saber at the void-like prison that had Xiao Hua trapped inside.

"I can feel it! I can feel your flesh being torn apart by my saber! Nothing beats this sensation! Ahahaha!"

"Xiao Hua…" Yuan subconsciously gritted his teeth. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't worried about Xiao Hua. However, his confidence and trust in her far outweighed his worries.

"A Thousand Years of Agony!" Zhaohui's saber suddenly became covered in black energy before swinging it at the prison.

Sha!

The prison was sliced in half, alongside everything trapped inside.

Xi Meili covered her mouth, trying her best to remain calm.

Zhaohui took several deep breaths afterward, and without looking at his results, he began approaching Yuan with intense bloodlust in his gaze.

After taking just a few steps, Zhaohui's movements froze when a calm voice resounded behind him, "Where do you think you are going?"

"What…?" Zhaohui muttered in disbelief.

"Impossible… No… There's no way that you could've survived that…"

Zhaohui's gaze shifted slowly, and his eyes widened in profound shock when he beheld Xiao Hua standing calmly behind him, completely unscathed save for a few additional cuts on her clothing.

"No way! How did she do that?!" Even Xi Meili was completely shocked to see Xiao Hua unharmed.

Despite Zhaohui's inquiries, Xiao Hua remained conspicuously silent, almost as though she wanted to torment him mentally.

Following her silence, Xiao Hua proceeded to stow away her weapons, leaving everyone present, including Yuan, profoundly perplexed.

'I didn't want to show Brother Yuan this side of me, but I won't be able to defeat him unless I do so…' Xiao Hua sighed inwardly, and continuing her confusing actions, she closed her eyes before her enemy.

"You dare close your eyes before my presence…? Don't you dare look down on me, your little bitch!" Zhaohui let out a thunderous roar, his form enveloped in a dark, blood-tinged aura.

Remaining firmly planted in his position, Zhaohui swung his saber with astounding swiftness at Xiao Hua, unleashing a series of razor-edged waves of Saber Aura.

The next moment, Zhaohui watched as his Saber Aura sliced right through Xiao Hua's small body, cutting it in half. However, no blood was shed by Xiao Hua, and the severed portions of her body dispersed like mist, as if her very essence had transformed into vapor, leaving behind a cloud of purple-colored mist.

In a matter of seconds, the purple mist reassembled itself, shaping into a completely unharmed Xiao Hua.

Xi Meili's astonishment was palpable as she blurted out, "What sort of technique is that?!"

Meanwhile, Zhaohui's countenance contorted with sheer terror, his words trembling as he grappled with the realization of Xiao Hua's identity. "Th-

That's... No... It can't be..." He appeared unwilling to accept the undeniable truth.

In that precise moment, Xiao Hua's eyes gently flickered open, their once-

familiar hue now transformed into a mysterious shade of violet. Simultaneously, a dark aura enveloped her form, tinged with an eerie touch of ethereal purple.

As Xiao Hua's menacing aura solidified, an ominous transformation seized the very surroundings. The heavens above them abruptly darkened, and a chill settled upon the atmosphere, akin to the arrival of the Grim Reaper himself.

Not only did Xiao Hua's presence undergo a profound metamorphosis, but she also experienced a slight growth in stature, and her face appeared more mature and carried an icy, distant demeanor.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Hua underwent such a drastic transformation that even Yuan struggled to recognize her by the end of it. In fact, it felt like he was looking at an entirely different individual.

Ding!

<Xiao Hua's status has been updated>

[Name: Xiao Hua]

[Servant Grade: Mythical]

[Master: Yuan]

[Cultivation: Ninth Level Spirit King]

[Legacy: Supreme Heaven's Legacy + Evil God's Legacy]

[Bloodline: Evil God's True Bloodline]

[Physique: Violet Nebula Physique]

In addition to her new status, Xiao Hua also acquired several new techniques that were not there before.

<Asura Clan's Immortal Slaying Art>

<Rank: Mythic>

<Mastery Level: 4>

<Evil God's Supreme Art>

<Rank: Supreme>

<Mastery Level: 1>

<Asura Clan's Secret Art>

<Rank: Supreme>

<Mastery Level: 9>

In a voice quivering with terror, Zhaohui cried out, "That ominous violet aura... that overwhelming presence... You're a member of the Asura Clan?!"