Chapter 1596: Lin Yin

Lin Yin's violet, orchid-like eyes suddenly contracted.

She stared in disbelief at the towering figure ahead.

Boom—!!!

Purple demonic energy erupted from Xu Jingming's body, instantly dispersing the dark purple demonic fog that filled the valley!

His stature had surged to four meters and twenty centimeters, muscles bulging yet not bulky.

Every inch of his skin shimmered with a metallic, dark-purple luster.

He radiated a pure, ancient royal bloodline pressure!

This pressure was mountainous, oceanic, as if a demon god had walked forth from antiquity!

"How is this possible...?!"

Lin Yin's breath hitched; a primal tremor stirred in her heart.

She was the Princess of the Illusion Demon Clan!

Her veins still carried a trace of ancestral primordial demon blood.

Even among demons, few could make her heart quake with bloodline pressure!

But now.

A human!

A lowly human, possessing such pure demonic royal blood?!

The purity of that aura was even older than certain demon imperial bloodlines she had seen!

She naturally did not know that the Purple Nightmare Sovereign's original legacy was meant as a foundation.

The Lei Yu Demon's bloodline was extraordinarily pure.

Xu Jingming had thus forged the Purple Nightmare Demon Body.

In bloodline terms, it was more extreme than many royal lines!

Moreover, he had condensed not just one demon bloodline, but also the Twin Demon Bloodline!

"You slaughtered my people—and now dare steal my royal bloodline..."

After her shock, Lin Yin's cold, exquisite face froze into ice.

Her violet eyes erupted with tangible killing intent:

"You—shall—die—!"

The final three words, each drawn out, as if squeezed through clenched teeth!

Before her voice faded, her figure blurred instantly!

"Illusion Demon Domain: Sinking in the Sea of Desire!"

Hum—!!!

An invisible mental wave erupted from Lin Yin with a thunderous roar!

This was no attack—it was a pull!

Xu Jingming felt the surroundings twist violently.

The valley, the sky, even Lin Yin herself dissolved like bubbles.

The next instant—

Xu Jingming's vision blurred, and he found himself in a mist-shrouded hot spring pool.

The air was thick with swirling vapor, perfumed with an intoxicating fragrance.

"Jingming~"

A soft, melodic call came from ahead.

Xu Jingming looked up.

There stood Yue Ying, clad in a sheer gauze robe, barefoot stepping across the jade-edged pool.

Water droplets slid down her fair, slender legs; her clear eyes held shy longing.

Her cheeks flushed faintly, as if awaiting something.

"The girls can't wait anymore~"

Another sultry, bone-melting voice echoed.

Ye Lan appeared from the other side.

She was wrapped only in a towel, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.

Her damp hair clung to her collarbones, her gaze shimmering with seduction, every step swaying with allure.

Then came Lu Yunji, Su Qingli... one familiar silhouette after another emerged.

Some gazed tenderly, others radiated sultry charm.

Some exuded icy elegance with hidden temptation, surrounding Xu Jingming completely.

Yet Xu Jingming's gaze settled on the last figure to appear.

Lin Qianxue.

She still wore her silver-white battle armor.

But the armor had somehow become semi-transparent.

Clinging to her like a second skin.

Outlining her perfectly sculpted, curvaceous form.

Most striking were her snow-white legs.

Straight, even, skin like jade, glowing with a luminous sheen in the mist.

She stepped forward slowly, her pale golden eyes rare with a soft ripple, her red lips parting:

"Little brother..."

The voice was cold, yet carried a rare softness, like the first thread of spring water melting from Bingshan.

Xu Jingming's expression flickered in surprise.

Outside the illusion, Lin Yin's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Desire is indeed the greatest weakness of all living beings."

She spurred her will, and the illusion shifted again!

The mist dispersed, the hot spring pool vanished, replaced by an elegant bedchamber.

The other women's figures dissolved like bubbles, leaving only Lin Qianxue behind.

Her silver battle armor had completely vanished, replaced by a gossamer veil as thin as a cicada's wing.

Beneath the sheer fabric, her perfect, breath-stopping body shimmered faintly—snow-white skin, icy flesh, curves that startled the soul.

Especially those long legs, fully exposed through the slit in the veil.

From delicate ankles to the upper thighs, every inch of line seemed carved by heaven's finest hand.

"Little brother~"

Lin Qianxue stepped forward slowly, her cold, exquisite face now wearing a seduction she had never shown before.

She extended her slender jade hand, lightly caressing Xu Jingming's cheek, her breath fragrant as orchids:

"Stay... and keep me company, won't you?"

Her voice was honeyed to the bone, enough to shatter any man's reason.

Xu Jingming stared at her silently for several seconds.

Then, he softly "tsk"ed.

"The illusion is good, but..."

He clenched his right hand, and the Ninefold Lei Yu Spear leapt into his palm!

"You're not convincing."

The instant the words left his lips, the spear shot forth like a dragon!

Puchī—!

The black thunder blade pierced through "Lin Qianxue's" chest without resistance.

On that flawless face, shock and pain surfaced; her form shattered inch by inch like moonlight on water.

Kāchā—!

The entire illusion collapsed like shattered glass struck by a sledgehammer!

In the real valley, Lin Yin turned pale, a thread of purple-black blood trickling from her lips.

"How is this possible?!"

Her violet eyes brimmed with horror.

That had been the Illusion Demon clan's innate illusion, striking straight at the soul's most primal desire.

Even a third-rank Eternal being.

Once trapped, even if aware it was an illusion, it was extremely hard to break free!

Yet this Xu Jingming—from entering to breaking free—took barely three breaths!

"How could you break free so fast?!"

Lin Yin's voice carried a tremor she herself had not noticed.

"Sorry, I'm naturally immune to illusions."

Xu Jingming slowly opened his eyes, his deep pupils interwoven with black Lei Guang and violet light.

In his consciousness sea, the Iceheart Crown—a near-relic-grade artifact—held firm.

His own mental strength was already formidable.

Plus, there was Vila, a master of mental arts, ready to intervene at any moment.

How could he possibly be trapped in that illusion?

"Is that so?"

"Then why did you stare at Lin Qianxue for so long after she appeared?"

Inside his consciousness sea, the demon girl Vila mercilessly undercut him.

"Shut up!"

Xu Jingming wasted no more words—he stepped forward!

Hōng—!

His towering, monstrous frame, four point two meters tall, tore through the air.

Cloaked in black thunder and crimson killing aura, he crashed toward Lin Yin like a falling star!

Where he passed, cracks spiderwebbed through space.

"Arrogant!"

Lin Yin suppressed her inner shock, flicked her jade hand, and summoned a demonic energy whip.

Pīpā—!

The whip surged like a venomous dragon rising from the sea, slicing through void.

At its tip, a piercing shriek erupted as it lashed toward Xu Jingming's skull!

"Thunder Fang!"

Xu Jingming growled, thrusting the Ninefold Lei Yu Spear forward!

At the spear's tip, the black thunder blade extended half a meter.

The Origin of Destruction and the Origin of Lightning intertwined and entwined, coalescing into a single piercing cold gleam that swallowed all light!

Clang—!!!

The spear-whip clashed, unleashing a deafening metallic roar!

An energy storm exploded outward from the point of impact.

It sheared off dozens of meters from the valley below!

The cliff face collapsed, rocks blasting skyward!

"Hm? So you can block it?"

Xu Jingming raised his battle-worn brows, his fighting interest deepening further.

At his level of power,

few Cosmic Peaks could withstand even one of his strikes.