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Chapter 461 Spell Animation? I'll stab!
Lin Feng inwardly groaned; this little vixen was determined to hold on tight, wasn't she?
His gaze darted back and forth between Zi Tong and Xia Ning.
Choose purple eyes?
Xia Ning's eyes were frighteningly cold. He would definitely be kneeling on a washboard when he turned around, and she would settle accounts with interest.
Should I choose summer lemons?
If Zi Tong just storms off in a huff, what will she use to lure the Lord of Solitude out later?
He subconsciously scratched the back of his head and coughed twice:
"Um... Miss Purple Eyes, the question you asked is... it's too profound, like the chicken-or-egg dilemma. Perhaps we could... change the subject?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
His purple vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and his long, silver-gray hair moved without wind.
"I'm leaving without saying anything. You guys can play here by yourselves!"
She made a move to turn around, her jade-like foot just halfway up—
"You look good!"
Xia Ning suddenly stepped forward, her expression revealing a nonchalant indifference that suggested she was too lazy to argue with you.
Zi Tong paused, turned around, squinted at Xia Ning for a moment, and slowly raised the corners of her lips.
"At least you have some self-awareness."
She gave a satisfied hum, her chin slightly raised, like a cat that had won a fight.
The next second, her pointed ears suddenly stood up.
Almost simultaneously, Xia Ning's pupils contracted sharply, and the two women turned their heads to look in the direction of the temple.
Zi Tong said in a deep voice, "Two extremely powerful individuals have arrived."
Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. Without a doubt, the newcomers were Lord Silent Karen and Elder Song Yao.
Without the slightest hesitation, he flipped his wrist, retrieved the Silent Grip from his storage space, and put it on, simultaneously turning to look at Zi Tong—
It's time to lay the cards on the table!
"It should be the Temple Lord Karen who came. That guy covets your appearance and plans to kidnap you to be a furnace for him to take whatever he wants."
Xia Ning's red lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring intently at Lin Feng as if he were a madman. Her expression clearly said:
"You actually made up such nonsense?!"
Lin Feng raised his eyebrows. There was nothing he could do. Given Zi Tong's personality, if she knew that she was just being used as a tool to lure out the enemy, she would definitely turn around and leave on the spot.
"What?!"
Zi Tong flew into a rage, her long silver-gray hair suddenly bursting open, and a chilling aura surged and rolled around her like a raging tide, instantly covering the grass beneath her feet with a layer of white frost.
"That old lecher! How dare he lay a finger on me? I'll freeze him solid and then kick him to pieces!"
Lin Feng followed up, saying, "He has been wreaking havoc in the Holy Temple for a long time in order to achieve his own rebirth. We have long wanted to rid the people of this scourge and cleanse the Holy Temple. Why don't we join forces and take this opportunity to kill him?"
A cold glint flashed in his purple eyes: "He must die today!"
A fleeting smile crossed Lin Feng's lips as he lowered his voice and reminded him:
"The Lord of Silence has been nourishing the Holy Embryo with his essence and blood for a long time, and his strength is far from what it used to be."
"Moreover, we have figured out his weak point—the area below the third rib on his left side, where his heart and diaphragm meet, which is the weakest point in his body's defenses."
"When we make our move, we must keep a close eye on this position."
His purple eyes narrowed, and he nodded solemnly, "Understood."
Lin Feng continued, "In order to launch a surprise attack, Ningning and I hid in the shadows and waited for the right moment to strike."
Purple Eyes narrowed slightly, its vertical pupils gleaming with confusion. "Wait," it said, "if you're all hiding, what am I supposed to do?"
"You act as bait, luring him into the trap and distracting him."
Xia Ning spoke calmly, then grabbed Lin Feng's wrist and quickly retreated to the edge of the open space.
There, several ancient pines stood tall and robust, their canopies dense with branches and leaves, casting deep, heavy shadows that even the moonlight could hardly penetrate.
The two figures flashed and quietly disappeared into the shade of the trees.
In an instant, an invisible barrier enveloped them, completely concealing their presence.
Only Zi Tong remained on the open ground.
Her long, silver-gray hair swayed gently in the night breeze. She stood there for a moment, and then... she moved.
At first, it was just a very gentle turn, like a petal under the moonlight being lifted by the wind and slowly rotating.
Then her waist arched backward, her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, almost touching the ground.
Then he raised his arm upwards, his fingertips glowing faintly purple in the moonlight, as if he were holding two invisible strands of moonlight.
Then she sprang up, her toes spinning rapidly on the grass, the hem of her black miniskirt billowing out.
The silver bells on her ankles jingled as they spun, like a string of wind chimes being rung.
She's dancing!
The live stream chat exploded:
"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, what kind of divine dance moves are those?!"
"I've already taken a hundred screenshots and I can't stop! Aaaaaah!"
"Sister Zitong, can I borrow your waist for a day? Just one day! Just one day is fine!"
"My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream..."
"Purple Eyes! I want to be her dog! Nobody can stop me!"
"Can anyone who knows dance tell me what kind of dance this is?"
"Replying to the comment above, this is called 'completely absurd' as not referring to any dance style."
"The jingling sound is so beautiful, every sound is so pleasant to the ear, it makes your heart melt."
"Sister Purple Eyes, do you need a pendant? The kind that breathes."
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Just then—
Zi Tong's movements suddenly froze.
Her body still retained the lingering effect of her last dance pose, her silver hair still floating in mid-air, but she was already like a taut bowstring, every muscle ready for battle.
Two figures arrived suddenly, landing silently at the edge of the open space.
Under the moonlight, two figures stood one in front of the other.
The person in front had a deep purple robe that fluttered gently in the night breeze.
A pair of hands were visible beneath the sleeves of the robe; they were withered and thin, with distinct knuckles like dried branches.
His face was aged, but his eyes were deep and sharp, like two bottomless old wells.
Lord Silent One, Karen.
Even though he was hunched over and terminally ill, his SS-level aura still pressed down like a mountain.
A woman was standing behind him.
He appeared to be in his forties, with a dignified and aloof face. He wore a dark purple elder's robe, and his hair was styled into a meticulous bun, secured with a silver hairpin.
Song Yao, Elder of the Holy Temple.
Zi Tong slowly straightened up, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and stared straight at the two people walking towards her with her dark purple vertical pupils.
Lord Karen spoke expressionlessly: "What a refined hobby! Dancing near the temple so late at night instead of sleeping."
Zi Tong raised her chin slightly, her dark purple vertical pupils filled with arrogance: "It's my business if I want to."
Karen's voice turned somber: "You were the one who injected poison into the Holy Embryo, weren't you?"
Zi Tong tilted her head, looking confused. "What Holy Embryo? Old Deng, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all."
Old Deng!
This word was like a needle, precisely piercing the expressionless face of the Lonely Master.
His pupils contracted slightly, and without further ado, the black aura around him suddenly surged.
The black energy surged and churned, condensing into a thick curtain of darkness around him, completely blocking out the moonlight. Even the grass beneath his feet was withering and turning black at a visible speed.
Spellcasting animation.
In the center of the open space, Zi Tong's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, his body sank slightly, and his center of gravity lowered, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any moment.
Just then—
With a soft "plop" sound, Ji Zhu's body suddenly stiffened.
The surging black mist momentarily froze.
A chilling, bone-deep coldness exploded from his lower back.
He turned his head in astonishment.
His gaze passed over his shoulder and landed on Song Yao's face behind him.
Song Yao held a dagger in her right hand; the blade was already embedded in her lower back, with only the intricately carved hilt protruding from the surface…