Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 495 - 268 Suppressing the Rebellion

"I have the same beauty as you, why can you become the Demon King who rules over numerous lesser demons, while I can only hide in your shadow? That feeling is driving me insane." Hong Xiu howled, her jealousy undisguised, stunning the surrounding commanders, who found it hard to associate the ferociously ugly demon in front of them with the usually enchanting Hong Xiu.

Looking down from her position of power at the crazed Hong Xiu, Madam Deyong simply shook her head and said, "Let me tell you, I didn't become the queen because of how good-looking I am, but because I am strong enough."

By the end of her words, they had already turned into a piercing cold wind, sending a chill to Hong Xiu's soul. She looked at Madam Deyong, who despite appearing so beautiful and alluring, now seemed like a terrifying Demon Beast roaring at the sky. The dreadful aura instantly enveloped her.

Only at that moment did Hong Xiu realize that the lady before her might never have shown her true strength. She no longer had any will to resist, just foolishly staring at the pale hand getting closer and closer to her.

Everyone knew that Madam Deyong's seemingly delicate and lovely hands were now like Yama, the life-snatching grim reaper, and their approach signalled the arrival of death.

Hong Xiu offered no resistance, watching as Madam Deyong's hand approached, ready to meet her own demise.

All of a sudden, Lao Qing, who had been standing by her side, made his move. He too extended his hand, emanating a green glow, and launched it towards Madam Deyong's palm.

The two palms met in mid-air with a clang. Lao Qing was sent flying backward as if struck by a Giant Beast, crashing heavily into the cave's wall, creating a thunderous boom.

The tremendous impact caused the cave itself to tremble slightly, with small rocks and dust falling, burying Lao Qing's figure beneath them.

"Bang!" Lao Qing burst from beneath the rubble, reappearing before everyone with several wounds on his body, from which blood oozed slowly. Yet his aura had not changed at all. Originally cold eyes now seemed to be ablaze, staring intently at Madam Deyong. A fierce will to fight swept through the entire cave, drawing sidelong glances from everyone present.

Even Madam Deyong looked at the hideous figure before her in surprise. Being a stickler for beauty, she never paid much attention to this ugly commander. To her, such individuals were just guarantees for a better life, not indispensable existences. Hence, she scarcely noticed Lao Qing in everyday life.

Now, engaged in combat with him, she realized Lao Qing was a promising talent. Such vigorous fighting spirit and steadfast eyes were something Madam Deyong had only seen in very few individuals, all of whom were heroes of the three realms. She never expected to find such a person in a small abode, and suddenly felt as if she had underestimated the heroes of the world.

"Your strength is very good, and your desire to fight is admirable. As long as you stand down, I will spare your life and let you continue to serve at my side," said Madam Deyong to Lao Qing with a gentle voice, evidently recognizing his capabilities, inciting envy in the other commanders.

To her surprise, Lao Qing's face showed no pleasure at her words. He looked at Hong Xiu's face, showing a trace of tenderness for reasons unknown. Madam Deyong understood his intent and thus declared, "Hong Xiu led the rebellion, and she must die." There was an undeniable firmness in her tone.

Lao Qing heard this and a resolute light flashed in his eyes as he said through clenched teeth, "Fight!"

In that moment, Lao Qing's battle style underwent a transformation. If the Lao Qing of before gave off a vibe of stealthy, cunning softness, he now appeared exceptionally brave. Each move he made was bold and forceful, pervaded with a sense of tragic determination.

However, such an attack was merely met with a faint hint of appreciation by Madam Deyong, who easily blocked all of Lao Qing's assaults. Seizing an opening, she struck with her palm, and the immense force that hit Lao Qing made him spill blood all over, leaving a horrific wound on his chest from which the chilling white of his bones could faintly be seen, attesting to the power of the blow.

By that time, the outcome was, in fact, already decided. The gap between Lao Qing and Madam Deyong's strength was far too great and could not be bridged by mere fighting spirit and momentum. After all, Lao Qing was not the protagonist; he did not have the so-called 'protagonist's halo'. Yet Lao Qing still refused to give up, especially since the person in red still needed his protection.

He struggled to stand up, his whole body soaked in blood, and his eyes could no longer discern the scene before him. Using the scent carried to his nose, he identified Madam Deyong's direction.

With all his remaining strength, he charged at Madam Deyong, an unstoppable force embodied in his rush. It was a death-defying charge, the last brilliance of his life.

Madam Deyong, looking at the blood-covered Lao Qing, felt a flash of disgust. As someone rather particular about cleanliness, such sights were the least of what she wanted to see.

She waved her hand, and immediately, the air was filled with palm shadows, trapping Lao Qing with no way out. His body twisted bizarrely in the air, and in the end, he looked no different from a twisted doughnut—though quite unsightly, he still managed to break through Madam Deyong's blockade and reached her side.

A brutal aura rushed at her face, causing Madam Deyong to frown slightly. The tenacity of this Lao Qing was beyond her expectations. She hummed lightly, and with a wave of her pristine palm, she sent a fierce gust sweeping over Lao Qing's body.

It was at that moment that Lao Qing grabbed the dispirited Hong Xiu beside him and threw her, using the force of the palm wind to send her flying toward the exterior of the cave dwelling. He then pressed forward, attempting to use his own life to win an opportunity for Hong Xiu to escape.

Madam Deyong coldly said to the clearly exhausted Lao Qing, "I wouldn't have thought you'd exhaust all your strength just for her escape."

Lao Qing did not reply but struggled to regulate his breathing, hoping to gather enough strength to tangle with Madam Deyong for a little longer.

By this point, Madam Deyong had lost the mood to tangle with him further. Her aura burst forth, and a terrifyingly powerful force immediately swept through the entire cave. The already weakened Lao Qing was pressed so hard by this force that he could barely breathe, yet he still pressed on against the crushing aura.

Madam Deyong extended her arm, her fingernails lengthening in an instant and gleaming with a grim chill, while small white fuzz appeared on the surface of her arm.

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