Chapter Eighteen: The Power of Corruption

  A Xing swung out a spider silk at the same time, Lei Ga struggled to raise the Cang Hu sword to block.

  The spider silk that had originally hung from his body had long since broken, and his body was filled with strange power, but he couldn't control this power like he could control his Dou Qi.

  He became frenzied, enraged, and even had a bloodthirsty impulse. His eyes still stared high at Ah Xing, the primitive wildness was fully exposed from his black pupils.

  "Still making futile struggles!"

  A Xing sneered, quietly waiting for the spider silk to rebind Cang Yu and Lei Ga. "Don't worry, this time I'll tie you up even tighter, and then thoroughly satisfy your..."

  Lei Ga roared and swung the Cang Hu sword to slash at the spider silk that was flung over, the spider silk had just touched the Cang Hu sword when it immediately turned into ashes.

  "What's going on?"

  A Xing's blood-red pupils widened, and the two balls of milk on her chest were squeezed tightly together. "You clearly lost your Dou Qi! How is it possible to cut off my spider silk!"

  She narrowed her eyes and only then did she notice that the Cyan Sword in Leiga's hand seemed somewhat different from before.

  The blood-sucking effect on the Cang Yulian sword had long since cooled down, but at this moment, a faint black halo enveloped the sword. Even from a distance, A Xing could feel the dark power surging on the sword's edge.

  Her heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she hastily swung out a spider silk, borrowing the force of the spider silk, jumping onto the high empty hole.

  "You, you actually absorbed my corrupting power?"

  The power of corruption is a special gift used by the demon tribe to erode the hearts of other tribes, but Ah Xing is not completely considered a member of the demon tribe. She was only corrupted by a demon beast and became a half-human, half-demon creature. The corrupting power she uses can at most make others suffer greatly, but it cannot truly corrupt their souls.

  She had originally just wanted to make Lelouch suffer, but she hadn't expected her own dark power to be completely used by him.

  "What kind of person are you?"

  Her high-pitched witchy voice almost had a sweet and charming tone, but when she asked in a tense tone, her throat was like a knife blade.

  Lei Ga stretched his mouth, and a hoarse and eerie voice came out of his throat. His tongue was numb from Ah Xing's poison attribute, unable to clearly articulate complete syllables, but combined with his cold facial expression, Ah Xing had no trouble judging what he wanted to say -

  Death.

  The words lingered in Ah Xing's mind, far more terrifying than hearing them with her own ears. She couldn't help but press down on her heaving chest, only then realizing that she was gasping violently, not because of exhaustion, but because of a terrified state of mind.

  For her, who had no combat experience and relied solely on the poisonous attributes of her skin, fear and panic were undoubtedly fatal. She even forgot to dodge, only staring blankly with her blood-red pupils, frozen in place at a distance.

  Lei Ga grasped the Cang Hu sword tightly, step by step climbing up the stairs formed by the withered tree roots. The roots were crushed into powder under his feet, making a crackling sound.

  The sword in his hand was scorching hot, not only burning the surrounding air, but also burning Rega himself. This was something that had never happened before, as if he was holding a piece of molten steel instead of a hilt.

  His right hand holding the sword couldn't let go, the strange power inside his body controlled him, making him endure this inhuman pain, and at the same time protected him from being counterattacked by the power of the Cangue Sword.

  This feeling is extremely terrible, as if he had betrayed himself. The Cang Yue sword has become so unfamiliar to him that he can even feel the blade's hostility towards him.

  It must be the power of the demon tribe that corrupted it.

  Lei Ga muttered to himself: "It must be, it's hostile towards me just because it has been corrupted itself, but I'm still me. What I need to do is to end all this as soon as possible."

  He carried a black sword with him and walked heavily in front of Ah Xing.

  A Xing just woke up from her terrified state, she hastily swung out a spider silk thread to prepare for escape, but Lei Jia cut it off with one sword strike. She immediately lifted another hand, ready to reuse the old trick, but Lei Jia had already anticipated her movement, his sword struck down and severed her several-inch-long fingernails along with their roots.

  A Xing let out a miserable cry, clutching his bleeding severed finger, and shrank back into the corner of the wall. The black markings on his thighs, arms, and face gradually faded away, and his hair returned to its previous dry and messy state like corn silk. His nose bridge narrowed, cheekbones protruded, freckles appeared, the blue color on his lips disappeared, and the blood red in his pupils returned to normal brown. The only thing that remained unchanged was that pair of precarious breasts, with sweat stains, oil stains, blood stains, and tear stains blending together on the white skin, still looking extremely seductive.

  "Please..."

  A Xing changed his previous arrogant attitude and trembled as he said: "I was just temporarily possessed by a demon, don't kill me..."

  You have one chance to plead your case.

  Lega's tongue was still disobedient, and the syllables coming out of his throat were vague and unclear, sounding completely meaningless.

  A Xing was bewildered and stood still, until Lei Jia placed the Cang Hu sword, emitting a black glow, against her snow-white neck, at which point she suddenly came to her senses.

  "Please..."

  A Xing's face was completely drained of color, and beads of sweat emerged from her forehead, wetting her dry brown hair, which hung down over her eyes, making her look pitiful.

  She swallowed hard and opened her mouth twice before she could make a sound: "I can be your plaything, do with me as you will... just don't kill me..."

  She was almost on her knees, her mouth just a step away from Lega's.

  Looking down from Rega's high position, the line of sight can just pass through the lush **, and see a cluster of secret gardens under the lower abdomen.

  "Please..."

  "Whatever you want is fine, just don't kill me, I'm just a poor little girl with no one to care for me..."

  A Xing's heavy breathing sprayed between Le Ga's legs, making that proud and hard object shine brightly under the reflection of the flames. But his eyes were as cold as a winter, he shook his head...

  The plea is invalid.

  He spoke in a hoarse voice, uttering a few indistinct syllables, then raised the Azure Crane Sword high up.

  A Xing's eyes revealed her ferocity as she prepared to make a desperate last-ditch effort, but her speed was clearly no match for Le Ga's. Just as she raised her arm, the Qinghe sword chopped off her neck.

  Terror and hatred were frozen on her face, the blood-soaked skull rolled down from a high place, rolling into the raging fire pit, turning into a wisp of black smoke, while her corpse stiffened at Lega's feet, with the broken neck spouting a fountain of blood, limbs convulsing repeatedly for a few times before the entire body crashed to the ground.

  The red blood splattered all over Rega's body, from his face to his chest, and then to the area between his legs, with bloodstains scattered everywhere, and the Cyan Hawk Sword was no exception. The demonic blood was absorbed by the sword body, reactivating the passive effect of the legendary sword, as a red glow suddenly surged, heat rapidly increasing, burning a pattern of the Cyan Hawk mark on Rega's palm.

  Lei Ga let out a low cry, and had no choice but to throw the Cang Yue sword to the ground. The Cang Yue sword was stuck in the muddy soil, emitting a rhythmic pulse like a heartbeat.

  Lei furrowed his brow, his elegant face filled with shock and confusion. He stared intently at the Cang Yue Sword, as if he had never seen this extraordinary weapon before. The Cang Yue Sword had apparently returned to normal, but why was it still backfiring on him? Hadn't it been corrupted? Where had things gone wrong?

  The sword's blade of the Azure Swallow made his head ache, and various parts of his body were also ravaged by the strange power within him, as if two fierce beasts were using his body as a battlefield for their brutal fight. Rega felt that every joint was about to be torn apart.

  He began to suspect that he had been in the cave for too long, inhaling too much of the rotten air, which was causing strange things to happen. He grabbed his clothes from the ground and hastily put them on, then wrapped Ah Xing's skirt around the scorching hot Cang Huai sword. Stumbling and staggering, he rushed out of the stone cave.

  As he fumbled his way out of the spider's nest, the sky was already approaching noon, but in the dense forest with lush branches and leaves, sunlight could not be seen. He casually found a direction and walked towards an unknown realm with the tightly wrapped Canghui Sword.

  Despite being separated by clothing, the red blade of the Cyan Sword continued to threaten Rega's physical condition, and the strange power inside his body did not dissipate. He was only wearing a thin undershirt, but in this cold season, he couldn't stop sweating profusely.

  He wandered aimlessly in the dense forest for a long time, and then his hands and feet began to numb, losing direction, even basic behavioral awareness became blurred.

  He tried to comfort himself by saying that it was no different from a common cold, and that he could get through it as long as he gritted his teeth, but apart from forcing his legs to move mechanically forward, he had no other way.

  After walking for a long time, he finally walked out of the dense forest and saw a wide and straight road. He vaguely heard the sound of horseshoes running behind him, heard the driver's frightened scolding, wanted to dodge, but the exhaustion of the Celestial Sword and the strange power in his body consumed all his strength, he staggered and fainted on the hard and cold road surface.

  The horse's hooves stopped just a few centimeters from his face, the two bay mares drawing the carriage snorted in discontent, several times trying to lift their legs and trample Rega's body.

  "What kind of little rabbit's descendant are you, daring to block the carriage of Spring Rain Lady?! Don't you want your life?!"

  The coachman, with a full beard and a stout waist, wore a suit of shining armor, and his skill in driving the carriage was perfect. He gently stroked the horses with his rough hands while shouting loudly at Leika.

  He had a double fish family crest embroidered on his chest, but the golden carriage behind him was inlaid with a phoenix family crest. The decoration of the carriage was extremely delicate and beautiful, even the corners were inlaid with gold, it can be imagined that the owner inside must be extraordinary.

  "I'm sorry to have startled you, ma'am."

  The coachman scolded Lei Ga and then turned around to apologize to the people in the car with a very respectful attitude.

  Before the people in the carriage had time to respond, another tall and majestic horse came galloping from behind, its rider a tall and thin man with a narrow and long chin, his two narrow eyes full of cunning.

  He had a long sword at his waist, but he didn't wear any armor on his body. The firebird emblem on his chest was identical to the one on the carriage compartment, and it was clear that he was also an escort for the horse-drawn carriage, only to be left far behind by the carriage earlier.

  "Madam stopped the car, could it be for me?"

  He reined in his horse and grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp yellow teeth.