Chapter 115: Beauty? Beast?

Chapter115: Beauty? Beastman?

A thin layer of hazy moonlight spilled down, and a beauty came walking gracefully, treading upon fragmented specks of light.

Red robes like gauze, face like peach blossoms. Long legs, wasp waist, the woman carried a saber.

The fishy stench filling the alley was replaced by a subtle fragrance; even the corners piled with filth seemed to bloom with flowers.

Hum..

A slight vibration suddenly came from Li Jun's bosom—it was the Dharma Ruler left to him by Le Zhong.

The ambiguous atmosphere vanished instantly, replaced by strands of bone-piercing killing intent.

Li Jun, having sobered up, clearly felt those cold eyes landing on his back, yet he maintained the lecherous grin on his face, "So it's two lost little beauties. My Lord, care to enjoy ourselves right here?"

"Open your eyes wide and see clearly—is this a beauty or an assassin?"

Yu Kou's frosty words drifted from behind; Li Jun shivered right on cue and cried out in alarm, "Wu Family Red-Clad Slaves?!"

"Seems Wu Gong truly hates you, to actually dispatch two Grandmaster-grade Bingba he personally forged to kill you."

"My Lord, these two hussies have seen us, we absolutely cannot let them leave!"

Yu Kou sneered, "No need for you to worry; it's them who won't let us leave."

Sao Hong's eyes, suffused with seductive intent, swept over Yu Kou; they trembled the instant they saw the Daoist topknot on his head, and she smiled charmingly, "That Daoist Master, you look handsome and martial; why don't the two of us step aside to admire the moon and chat?"

"Sure."

Yu Kou agreed readily, "This Daoist Master happens to dislike group activities as well; then you sisters can each keep one of us company."

Li Jun, with his back to Yu Kou, saw his sharp eyebrows suddenly knit tight.

Has this fatty sensed something?

Probably not; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken a Red-Clad Slave off my hands to share the burden.

"My Lord, rest assured, your subordinate will dispatch this woman with all haste."

"Ignorant madwoman!"

Xue Yao, her brows and eyes heroic, let out a cold shout, her bare feet treading in the sewage as she charged at Li Jun.

With her movement, that flimsy red robe billowed in the fierce wind, revealing glimpses of exquisite flesh, while a terrifying surge of power roiled beneath, truly horrifying.

"Wielding ferocity to harm others? Bring it on!"

Clang!

Inch-long claw blades sprouted from Xue Yao's ten fingers; mid-stride she leapt high, claw-blades aiming straight for Li Jun's face.

Though his mouth ran slick, Li Jun's eyes remained exceptionally cold; he tapped the end of his scabbard, and a streak of cold light instantly flew out from his shoulder.

Li Jun raised his hand to catch the saber, simultaneously stepping forward and drawing back, the Ink Saber tracing a half-circle arc as he chopped down at the pouncing Xue Yao.

The Ink Saber's long, slender blade was fierce, swift, and urgent, cleaving directly onto Xue Yao's dual claw-blades.

Ding!

No severed limbs flew, no milky-white blood sprayed.

The Ink Saber in Li Jun's hand let out a high-pitched ring, as if it had struck iron or stone.

A figure in red flew backward, jade feet scraping the ground as she slid in reverse, plowing a watery furrow in the alley.

Xue Yao's hands trembled slightly, a hint of blood seeping at her tiger's mouths.

Before she could steady herself, the sound of tearing air exploded beside her.

Xue Yao abruptly ducked to dodge a decapitating slash; she hadn't even caught her breath when her scalp tightened—a head of black hair was seized in Li Jun's grip.

Li Jun pressed down heavily, and at the same time his left knee drove up, smashing squarely into the Red-Clad Slave's face.

The creaking sound of facial mechanism-bones twisting hadn't dissipated here, before the dull thud of a woman embedding into a wall rang out there.

"Martial Path cultivators are truly beasts, to strike a woman with such vicious hands."

Yu Kou, 'admiring the moon' to the side, smacked his lips, looking at the cold-faced Sao Hong, and chuckled, "Relax, this Daoist Master has always cherished fragrance and jade; as long as you don't move, I won't strike you."

Mid-alley, Li Jun shook off the broken hair in his hand, stuck with a large chunk of bloody flesh and scalp, when a tidal wave of Mechanism Heart humming suddenly erupted before him!

A red shadow flickered before Li Jun's eyes; the unrecognizable Xue Yao, baring a maw of jagged, overturned teeth, bit at his throat.

Though the two were extremely close, Li Jun still had the gap to draw his saber.

Even if he activated the Battle Array Sha Qi of the Po Lu Saber, he might have a chance to behead this Red-Clad Slave in one stroke.

But Yu Kou was right there; Li Jun didn't want to reveal too much.

"No wonder they're called Vassal Dogs; turns out they install Beast Mechanism Hearts!"

Li Jun discarded the saber, instead stepping sideways and raising his elbow, using the Single Sheep Charge of Bajiquan to slam open that hideous maw. Simultaneously, his figure retreated a leap, creating an arm's length of distance.

While unloading the force, he shifted elbow to claw, clamping onto Xue Yao's face, and slammed her straight into the ground.

Bang!

Splashed filth struck Li Jun's face, trickling slowly down his high nose bridge.

The martial artist's left hand clamped the enemy's throat, right hand reverse-gripped the saber, aiming to stab into the heart!

Roar!!!

At the critical moment, from Xue Yao's maw—split nearly to her ears—burst a piercing, high-frequency shriek.

The sound wave swept before Li Jun, blasting him away like a cannonball.

Xue Yao seized the chance to flip up, moving on all fours, joints bent backward like a beast, claw blades springing from her bare feet as well.

At this moment, there was no longer a 'Xue Yao' the Red-Clad Beauty in the alley, only a fierce female leopard.

"Scholars really know how to play the man-beast transformation game, admirable, admirable."

Yu Kou smiled at Sao Hong, "Why not follow this Daoist Master? My treatment here is no worse than the Wu Family's."

"Master Daoist jests; as long as you are willing, this servant can attend to you anytime."

Sao Hong bit her lower lip lightly, eyes silken, "Why not right now?"

Yu Kou, a veteran of the pleasure quarters, instantly felt overwhelmed; he hunched and lifted his hips, concealing the bulge below, and laughed sheepishly, "Too many people around; how about another day?"

"Whenever you wish."

Sao Hong covered her mouth and giggled, yet her eyes remained fixed on the two figures entwined in combat.

Experiencing this technique for the first time, Li Jun took the sound wave head-on. His mind instantly went dizzy, threads of blood seeping from his seven orifices.

Fortunately, the combined recovery of the Green Emperor Art and Golden Bell Shield was formidable enough, making his injuries far less horrifying than they appeared.

Only the initiative he had just seized was lost; instead, he was pressed into the disadvantage by Xue Yao.

Xue Yao was now purely a beast, leaping and bounding off the alley walls with bizarre speed; she sprang through the air, that guillotine-like maw once more pressing against Li Jun's body.

Red tongue rolling, fangs like knives, yet the breath she exhaled was fragrant as secluded orchids, forcing unbidden fantasies of debauched, desire-filled scenes into one's mind.

This extremely contradictory spectacle continuously assaulted Li Jun's senses, steadily eroding his will to fight.

Hum.

The measuring ruler in his embrace trembled, shattering every illusion once more, this time carrying a distinct current of rage.

The instant the beast's maw closed in, Li Jun raised his right hand, blade held horizontally, left hand bracing the spine, and drove the cutting edge straight into Chuyao's mouth.

*Pfft!*

Chuyao's skull was blocked, but her ten fingers tore through Li Jun's martial robe, leaving a dense array of fine, bloody gashes across his body.

"Ha!"

Li Jun let out a low shout. His right leg snapped upward, striking the woman's waist. Her already slender waistline caved in visibly, looking as if it might snap at any moment. Li Jun's right hand seized the hilt, channeling force outward in a wrenching drag, flinging the beautiful beast away.

"Chuyao, the Young Master has no need for you to spare him."

Landing ten zhang away, Chuyao gave a slight nod at the words, her mouthful of sharp teeth grinding gently, as if chewing something to pieces.

In the next instant, the claws on her four limbs suddenly flared with a ghostly green cold light, as though coated in a layer of poison.

A violent palpitation spread through Li Jun's heart; the wrathful flood dragon slumbering in his heart-lake simultaneously let out a terrified shriek.

Li Jun's mind sparked with sudden clarity; he instantly guessed what coated the enemy's claws.

Gene Toxin!

"F*ck!"

A short, sharp curse exploded from Li Jun's mouth. He pivoted on his heel, whirling around to sprint madly toward Yu Kou on the side.

"Commander, this woman is poisoned, she can pollute my pure flesh and blood!"

"How dare you!!"

Yu Kou, currently 'admiring the moon' in a standoff with Sao Hong, reacted as if his reverse scale had been touched; his brows instantly shot up in fury.

A cold light shot from his sleeve, fast as lightning!

Li Jun saw it clearly—it was a wireless flying sword!