Chapter 503 The Taste of Defeat

• Mozhonghua finally noticed something was off with his Purple Death Screech gu. Too bad—he was already too late. The Purple Death Screech gu swarming around Finneas went silent in a heartbeat. That mind-melting, soul-hooking noise that had everyone in a daze—gone. Pff! Mozhonghua spewed a mouthful of blood. His eyes bulged to the limit, so twisted it looked like they’d pop right out. The witchcraft crowd behind him gasped in a wave. “Alliance Leader!” “Alliance Leader, are you okay?” “No way. The Purple Death Screech gu is this strong—how could it…” “The color! Look—it changed!” Every eye went wide at the freakish scene. The tightly coiled cloud of Purple Death Screech gu around Finneas had shifted from violet to blood-red, flowing like tongues of scarlet flame. “Not right.” A hundred kilometers away at the Duan residence, the cold smirk on Zuoshen’s face vanished. Beside him, Nalan Xing’s expression turned pitch-dark as he stared hard at the flickering holo feed. “Yeah, something’s off. His bloodflame is changing! Inside… I’m seeing flickers of lightning.” Both men felt a chill crawl through them, brows knotting with a bad premonition. Back at the arena, under the rising clamor, the newly seated Witch-Gu Alliance leader Mozhonghua was swaying on his feet. His neatly combed hair hung loose now, making him look like a demon out of a nightmare. His eyes brimmed with poison and panic. “How is this possible? No way—my…” “My Purple Death Screech gu! Give it back!” He roared like a madman, flinging his arms. More Purple Death Screech gu surged from his sleeves in a flood. It was obvious: Mozhonghua might be deadly with gu arts, but his offense was one-note—this Purple Death Screech was his only trump card. And now he went all-in. The thrum of a blanket of wings hammered skulls, making the heads of every gu adept around ring and buzz. “Ah! My head!” “The—The Alliance Leader’s lost it! He’s hitting friend and foe!” Yeah, Mozhonghua had snapped. He wasn’t even distinguishing sides anymore. The gu weren’t striking the people behind him directly, but the sonic shockwaves seeped everywhere. “Nngh.” The Hall of Martial Gods’ master went pale and grunted. “Hmph. The Mo clan really is full of lunatics.” Even the Witch God Hall felt the crushing pressure from Mozhonghua’s death charge. Still, he pushed his own gu arts to shield the people behind him. But that turned the view into a wall of mist. No one could see Finneas anymore. “Come on, what is this? I can’t see squat!” Lin Shuainan yelped, obviously bummed he couldn’t watch Finneas throw down. Step. Finneas strode forward. The blood-red gu around him puffed outward, their density thinning so they didn’t look as vicious as before. Even so, that thin layer of crimson haze blocked the incoming sea of Purple Death Screech gu with ease. “He—He stopped it!” People in the back heard the gu’s shriek drop and shouted in shock. But Agou at the front staggered back, eyes full of raw terror. “No way he’s this strong. The Master was right! I totally underestimated him!” Resolve flashed in Agou’s gaze. He whipped around and ran. “Who said you could leave?” A flat voice detonated right next to Agou’s ear. “Ah! My body… I can’t move!” Agou stared in horror, lips trembling as he cried out. His frozen body dropped like a stone. Thud! He bounced several times on the ground. People nearby yelped, stunned. “Impossible! Kill him!” While everyone was still dazed, Mozhonghua’s crazed howl tore out again. Heads turned. His eyeballs were skewed—one up, one down—making his face look monstrous. Purple-red gu kept shooting out of his nostrils and mouth. “His life-bound gu—he forced it out!” “He’s really going for broke. He’s a damn lunatic!” All the gu adepts screamed in panic as the Purple Death Screech gu started twining around them. Mozhonghua had completely lost his mind. “Ha! Kill, kill! This is just the first batch of offerings. Send them to my World-Ending Corpse King, nice and early!” Zuoshen laughed like a maniac, thrilled by the scene flickering before him. Nalan Xing only frowned harder. So this was Zuoshen’s plan? Even if it failed, he’d bank on Mozhonghua going berserk, turning into a slaughter fiend and wiping everyone out? Step by step, ironclad scheming. But this kind of provocation had already stoked Finneas’s fury. If everyone here died, how would Finneas react? Nalan Xing worried they’d spook the target. If Finneas got spooked, he had a dozen ways out. He could leave Green Wyvern Hill, or bail on Nanyun entirely. Then catching a chance like this again would be tough. “No. Finneas Lockwood doesn’t retreat.” Nalan Xing quickly binned that thought. From everything he knew, Finneas never backed down. That made the corner of Nalan Xing’s mouth curl in a smile of triumph. This would be their first clash. Not just a single win—this would mark Finneas’s failure. “Finneas Lockwood, your undefeated war god title ends here. You’re going to fall today. Can’t wait to see your face when you get a taste of defeat.” Expectation burned in Nalan Xing’s eyes. He stared at Finneas’s face, ready to savor it. Boom! The blood-red haze in front of Finneas shattered. Fueled by the life-bound gu’s frenzied essence spray, the Purple Death Screech gu multiplied like crazy. Their power spiked tenfold.