Chapter 122: Madam, I…

Facing Kevin, Qianjie, and Kesi Mo's blockade, and the whisper of the "precept" from A Bo Ni Ya in the shadows that coils around consciousness like a thread of Fate's Line, A Xing, playing "Sakura", knows the disguise is now meaningless.

The violet‑red data stream receded like ebbing tide, the image of "Sakura" quickly stripped away, revealing A Xing's original appearance—gray shoulder‑length hair, gold eyes lacking highlights.

She tightly grips the Flame Gun, but anyone can see that against these heroes, stubborn resistance is futile.

(Can't beat them, absolutely can't. Kevin's Heavenly Fire hasn't even been drawn, Qianjie hasn't entered Artificial Collapse, Kesi Mo is still watching, not to mention there's A Bo Ni Ya in the shadows who can affect thoughts… The lady's order is to lurk and observe, not to fight to the death. Must retreat!)

A Xing's mind is swift and clear, bearing a pragmatic calm.

Her gaze sharpens, decision made, the Flame Gun in her hand erupts with dazzling light, massive energy converges rapidly, as if about to unleash a world‑shattering final strike!

"Desperate struggle!" Qianjie snarls, the scorching flame roiling on his fist, ready to hard‑receive this "big move".

Kevin's eyes narrow slightly, and Kesi Mo instinctively adopts a defensive stance.

However, in the next instant, A Xing flicks her wrist, and the seemingly desperate Flame Gun flash turns out to be a feint!

She uses the burst recoil, her body like lightning, whirls and darts toward the opposite end of the corridor!

"Trying to run?!" Qianjie roars, he despises this kind of act the most, the scorching flame roaring out like an angry dragon, instantly blocking A Xing's main retreat path!

With the escape route blocked, A Xing seems to have anticipated it.

Her gaze shows no fluctuation; she reaches back and draws a… highly unusual "weapon".

It is a fully dried, top‑to‑bottom Salted Fish, its form intact yet exuding an indescribable concept—Salted Fish.

It is the rare item Immortal Salted Fish!

The moment it appears, a complex "odor" that acts directly on the perception layer begins to spread.

It is not merely a fishy stink, but as if it condenses the essence of myriad marine creatures aged and rotted, tainted by some cosmic‑scale prank power—a pollution of concept!

Qianjie is the first to bear the brunt; the flame fist he is about to swing suddenly stalls, not because of the attack but because that "odor" seems to solidify into a tangible entity, surging toward him like an invisible tsunami, instantly assaulting his senses!

He can even "see" the "stink" in the twisted air!

"Uh…?!"

Qianjie feels his throat as if something is gripping it tightly, his raging momentum halts, and his movement stiffens for an instant.

This smell… is downright suffocating!

"Stench‑horse!"

A Xing without hesitation activates the rare item's skill.

The Immortal Salted Fish emits visible gray‑green vapor, instantly coalescing into a whinnying warhorse; its four hooves tread the ripples of twisted air, charging unhesitatingly toward Qianjie and, behind him, Kevin and Kesi Mo!

This is not a physical impact but a pure mental and sensory assault!

"!!!"

Even Kevin, as the "stink warhorse" sweeps by, shows a crack on his ice‑cold visage, his brows involuntarily knit, and the chill around him seems to be momentarily tainted by that odor.

Kesi Mo even steps back half a pace, his silent face full of shock; this mode of attack is completely beyond his comprehension.

And A Bo Ni Ya, hidden in the data shadows, has its steady prayer voice abruptly cease, as if an invisible force has cut off the syllables.

Fate's Line… never told her such a twist would come!

"All Fish Return to Sect!"

A Xing, seizing the advantage, swings the Salty Fish Sword!

In a Shana, countless illusory salted fish materialize out of nowhere, raining down indiscriminately like a downpour, delivering a area "odor" bombardment!

The entire corridor is instantly shrouded by an indescribable aura; sight, smell, and even spiritual perception are severely disrupted.

Qianjie's enraged roar is choked in his throat; Kevin must temporarily form an ice wall to block the pervasive "odor", and Kesi Mo has completely lost any desire to intercept.

Seizing the opportunity, A Xing doesn't look back, follows the system's navigation signal, pushes speed to the limit, becoming a streak of light, dashing toward the Letu Hall!

Past World Paradise·Core Hall

Heimu sits leisurely on the sofa, admiring the vivid expressions on the faces of the restrained Mei Bi Wu Si, Hua, Su, and Wei Er Wei; just as he is about to say something to Su, he suddenly feels something and looks toward the hall entrance.

A Xing bursts in at an unprecedented speed; though his face remains expressionless, his movements betray a hint of urgency after completing the Task.

"Madam, I…"

As A Xing begins to speak, Heimu hasn't had time to ask details, when a familiar yet terrifying "gift"—the "odor" empowered by the Immortal Salted Fish—hits like a tangible shockwave, trailing A Xing's silhouette, instantly sweeping the entire hall!

Heimu's composed expression freezes in an instant, then his complexion changes sharply!

"Ugh…!"

She, almost reflexively, teleports from the sofa, appearing in mid‑air dozens of meters away, her motion so swift it leaves after‑images.

Simultaneously, she unhesitatingly disables her own olfactory sensing module and even sets up a violet‑red data‑purification Barrier around her body.

(Aha's broken fish… how has its power upgraded again?!)

However, while she can evade and shut off sensing, the four heroes restrained in the hall now have no such luxury.

The first to bear the brunt is Mei Bi Wu Si.

Her snake eyes suddenly contract, her delicate face instantly contorts, exuding extreme disgust: "What… what is this?! Ugh… Ke Lai Yin! Activate the highest‑level air purification… no!"

She realizes Ke Lai Yin is not nearby, she cannot move, and can only endure this "fragrance" that seems capable of corroding the soul, trembling with anger.

Hua's expression control is usually excellent, but now her composed visage shows a clear wobble.

She presses her lips tightly, brows furrowed, seemingly using strong willpower to resist the sensory storm, yet the slight twitch of her nostrils and her pallid complexion betray her torment.

"........."

She remains silent, but her eyes read "hard to resist".

Su, though keeping his eyes closed, has even sharper perception.

The odor seems to ignore his visual block, acting directly on his mental layer.

His normally tranquil face shows, for the first time, a near‑collapse edge; the corner of his mouth twitches, he murmurs a calming mantra to steady his mind, but the effect is negligible.

"…Such 'karmic burden' is truly… unprecedented."

The most exaggerated is Wei Er Wei.

She first froze, then her face showed an expression of extreme excitement mixed with pain: "Wow! This taste! This impact! This… this is simply an artistic explosion transcending the five senses! Something even a 'Grand Magus' never conceived of… uh… sorry, the inspiration came too violently, I can't… bear it…"

Her words began to become incoherent; under this extreme "smell" attack, even her multiple personalities grew somewhat disordered.