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Chapter 316: Chapter 114 Show Off Your Talent for Charming Women_2

"You have a point," the Corpse Witch blinked her eyes, no longer verbally probing, "then let’s fight and let me see the abilities of this era’s top Talent."

"Me, fight you?" Xi Mu pointed at himself then at the Corpse Witch across from him, a very subtle expression on his face as if asking, are you joking?

Even in her weakened state, the Corpse Witch was still a witch, not someone he could confront at his current peak of humanity, but once he surpassed human limitations, he could indeed give it a try.

As for after he completed the ritual, he could virtually pin the weakened Corpse Witch on the table and furiously pound her shapely behind.

"Of course not me," the Corpse Witch said, revealing a seductive smile, her long, bandaged legs crossed as she snapped her fingers softly. Accompanying the echo of the snap, the scenery drastically changed, transporting them to an underground world with the corpses of a dozen dragons casting... no, casting hostile glances at Ahtal.

"Let me see then, the most talented Hero of this era."

"Why test me if you want to collaborate with the Witch of Death?" Xi Mu asked, though he drew the Great Sword of Death.

The Corpse Witch scoffed in response.

"Isn’t it said that you could become a Demon? It’s naturally to see your potential and abilities, not because you pried open my coffin."

Xi Mu: "..."

He sighed imperceptibly, pushed off the ground with force, his body shooting out like a bullet, with his sword edge slicing the air, casting the Flames of a Thousand Deaths like spilled ink, swiftly covering a nearby Corpse Dragon, turning it into ashes in an instant.

Then, he felt the remaining Corpse Dragons suddenly grow stronger—the Corpse Witch had enhanced the dragons’ capabilities beyond their living strengths.

However,

"It’s a pity that what you’re about to face now is the true... Death." Xi Mu grinned, black flames mixed with Dragon Breath oozing between his teeth, spitting out a burning black sun.

"Boom!" The spreading Flames of a Thousand Deaths enveloped several nearby Corpse Dragons, swallowing them in the black fire.

The battle was over.

"Is that enough?" Xi Mu exhaled a breath tinged with black sparks, smiling at the Corpse Witch.

The air grew silent.

"You really are favored by the Witch of Death," the Corpse Witch exclaimed, yet she unraveled the mental scenery, returning everyone to the mansion.

"I agree to join," the Earth Demon was the first to respond; he had no reason to refuse joining the Witch of Death’s faction.

Instead of waiting ten years for Ragnarok, it was better to regain all his power and wager on himself—winning would naturally be a good thing.

If he lost, then he would turn to ashes beneath the Ash Fire.

"Welcome," Xi Mu nodded and then looked toward the Corpse Witch, seeing her sigh helplessly, muttering.

"If I could, I’d only want to sleep in my coffin," she finished, nodding at Ahtal, "I’m also in."

"Then my purpose for this journey is also achieved," Xi Mu picked up the teacup on the table, drank it in one gulp, and stood up to leave.

However, the Witch of the Moon reached out and grabbed his wrist:

"Won’t you summon the Witch of Death to meet us?"

"The Witch of Death probably doesn’t have the energy to come out right now," Xi Mu explained, "She must prepare against the All Gods targeting the Church of Death."

"So you are recruiting allies for the Witch of Death behind the scenes?" The Witch of the Moon let go of his hand, allowing Ahtal to leave the mansion.

...

...

Meanwhile,

In Elf territory.

"Die." The Splitting Demon extended his hand, and a grid-like slash burst around him, instantly turning buildings, bridges, cobblestone paths, and tens of thousands of elves living there into dust.

Resistance... no, most didn’t even realize why they were dying. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"As expected, as long as the body that carries the soul is destroyed to a certain degree, death can be forced," he observed, "but it seems the soul cannot directly go to Hell, it’s merely unbound by the body,"

"As soon as the Goddess of Death arrives, the free souls can be liberated," a gentle female voice came, and the Splitting Demon turned to see a beautiful woman adorned with a gray cloak gradually approaching him.

She removed her cloak, revealing a delicate face.

"Splitting Demon, I have a task for you,"

"Ha~ do you think I’d just do it because you ask?" the Splitting Demon sneered, waving his hand dismissively at Eden. A terrifying slash brushed past Eden, leaving a narrow, long valley that stretched as far as the eye could see.

At his restored peak strength, unless he faced those abnormally powerful beings, he had nothing to fear.

The woman before him was neither a deity nor a witch.

She was not worth mentioning.

"Just like you kill people without reason, I won’t ask for your opinion," Eden softly lowered her eyelids, continuing to approach the Splitting Demon.

"Should the opinions of the weak matter?" the Splitting Demon laughed, flinging a palm slash, capable of splitting the sea, towards Eden head-on.

The outcome should naturally have been the beauty’s downfall.

That’s how it should have been, yet the slash capable of splitting the sea was corrected by the world as it neared Eden.

The slash was forcibly erased.

What exactly is the deal with this woman?

The Splitting Demon had a strong uneasy premonition, recalling his last encounter with the Goddess of Lies that went awry.