Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 88: Let me assist you Miss Mei

A primordial Qi surge exploded from his body, repelling the nearest Rakshasas in a crash of broken bones. BaiShe’s stature amplified, his musculature becoming denser under his tunic that now seemed too tight. Golden scales, inherited from the Golden Dragon lineage devoured from Lin Feng, but boosted by Long Huang’s essence, began to appear on his forearms and temples.

His hands became claws. Moreover, his aura did not merely increase; it changed in nature, becoming dominating and imbued with absolute pride.

It was the Qi of Pride, inherited from Long Huang. This energy did not only seek to injure the body; it targeted the soul, imposing an ancestral hierarchy where anything that was not of pure dragon blood was considered dust.

The five-horned Rakshasas, creatures that normally knew neither fear nor doubt, stopped dead.

Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably. The Khao that animated them seemed to suffocate under the weight of this draconic pride.

The most powerful of the Rakshasas, his knees sinking into the rocky ground under the invisible pressure.

"The instinct of vermin before greatness," murmured BaiShe, looking at them on the ground.

He threw himself into the melee with savagery. This was no longer a fight, but a dismemberment. BaiShe used no complex technique; he contented himself with his physical strength increased by the Dragonification.

He seized the arm of a Rakshasa and ripped it off in one motion, letting the humerus bone emerge from the shoulder in a fountain of black blood.

With the back of his hand, he struck the head of another, whose porcelain mask shattered at the same time as his skull, spreading a grayish brain mass on the scorched ground.

One of the Rakshasas tried to project a Khao laser. BaiShe intercepted it directly with his scaly palm, devouring the energy by simple contact before closing his hand on the monster’s face.

" Idiot..."

He squeezed his fingers, and the sound of the skull being crushed under the pressure was muffled by the draconic qi that burst from his pores, consuming the Rakshasa from the inside.

’Even if the dragonification temporarily stabilized my power, the backlash on my Dantian will be severe,’ he thought while wiping a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth.

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Zhi Mei, the Holy Templar, landed with sovereign grace, her Qi wings dissipating. Her abyssal blue eyes instantly swept over the charnel house where the dried and dismembered bodies of the five-horned Rakshasas lay.

At the center of this disaster, Xuan BaiShe stood upright, back straight, adjusting his sage monocle. His silhouette with golden scales... remnants of his Dragonification still shone on his forearms and along his temples, while his silver pupils retained a gleam of ferocity.

Zhi Mei advanced toward him. She observed the scales on BaiShe’s skin without showing the slightest trace of surprise or shock. As a Templar of the Dao, she knew perfectly the lineages of these parents.

"I see that you had to draw from your deepest reserves, BaiShe..." began Zhi Mei, her voice carrying an authority with a certain form of respect. "These scales... You undoubtedly awakened your dragon lineage at the last moment to survive this massacre.

She paused, her pointed ears twitching as she analyzed the residual spiritual pressure from BaiShe.

"It is hardly surprising, after all," she continued with a slight nod. "You are the son of Xuan Sijin, the Matriarch of the Pride Clan."

BaiShe let out a tired sigh, his scales slowly receding into his jade skin as he returned to his usual human form. He displayed that melancholic smile he mastered so well, that of a man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Miss Mei... Your arrival is a relief," he murmured. "I fear that my constitution has been pushed beyond its reasonable limits. The backlash from this spontaneous awakening is... taxing. "

Zhi Mei approached further, her brows furrowing with worry she no longer sought to mask.

"You should rest, but... What were you doing here, BaiShe ?" she asked, her blue gaze scrutinizing the surroundings. "You should never have ventured so far into this corrupted zone."

BaiShe turned, to where the column of qi emitted by the Executor’s death still pierced the clouds.

"I also felt that strong concentration of Qi, Miss Mei," he explained, adjusting his monocle with scholarly precision. "It was such a pure shockwave that it made my own dantian vibrate. Moreover, I thought that Lord Huojin was in difficulty and I rushed to assist him... However, I found nothing but these empty ruins..."

He took a step toward her, his hands joined behind his back.

"I intended to head back toward the Khaotique Qi I felt in the capital," he continued, alluding to the massacre orchestrated by Xue Ming to create a diversion.

"I feared that the Devourer had taken advantage of your absence to strike the heart of the kingdom. But as I was about to take flight, the Rakshasas went into a frenzy. They surged from the roots and shadows as if a sudden hunger had driven them mad."

Zhi Mei nodded, accepting his explanations without batting an eye.

"Their agitation is understandable," replied Zhi Mei, her expression darkening. "The Dao is in turmoil. The balance is collapsing. That is why these beasts sense that their hour is approaching."

Suddenly, a visceral roar tore through the atmosphere, followed by hundreds of other guttural cries.

"It looks like it is not over."

The ground began to rumble violently, cracks appearing in the petrified earth. Dozens of massive silhouettes began to crawl out of the crevices.

"A second wave..." growled Zhi Mei.

"It seems that destiny does not want to let us leave so easily," commented BaiShe, his voice remaining calm despite the imminent threat.

"Stay behind me, BaiShe !" ordered Zhi Mei as she released her 5th stage Overlord Qi. "Your dantian is unstable because of your transformation. I will take care of these scraps."

However, BaiShe did not step back. He raised his right hand, his fingers forming the sword gesture.

" This young scholar cannot decently let a saint fight alone," he declared with polite arrogance.

"Allow me to assist you, Miss Mei. Consider it as the inappropriate pride of a gentleman."

Without waiting for a reply, he activated his favorite art.

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