I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1410 - 1409: Dual Personality
His right hand shot forward, catching Yang Li’er’s incoming fist before she could react. With a sudden burst of strength, his arm jerked up and down, lifting her body off the ground and hurling her brutally to the side.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
Just as Yang Li’er’s body was about to crash to the ground, she flipped backward several times in the air, landing on her feet once more.
"Hmph!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er snorted coldly.
Buzz!
Her little boots stomped down, and the powerful aura of the Early Stage of Void Transformation Realm burst from within her, surging toward Zhang Xiaohao in overwhelming pressure.
At the same time, her body flickered, sweeping up a fierce wind as she dashed at Zhang Xiaohao like lightning.
"Six Mysterious Qin Bai Shou!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er snorted coldly.
Her jade hands danced up and down, shooting out strands of black demonic Qi from her palms, clawing viciously toward the vital points of Zhang Xiaohao’s face and neck.
"Lie down—!" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes chilled as he spoke.
With a Flying Sky Kick, trailing a blurry afterimage, he ruthlessly struck Black-clothed Yang Li’er right in the chest, sending her flying.
Black-clothed Yang Li’er’s body hurtled backward over ten meters, slamming hard into the wall before crashing to the floor.
Spurt!
A sweetness rose at her heart, and Black-clothed Yang Li’er spat a mouthful of fresh blood, her body feeling completely shattered, barely able to move at all.
Whoosh!
Zhang Xiaohao stepped forward. In a flash, he was in front of her, his right foot pressing down on her chest, pinning her helplessly to the ground.
"Can you talk now?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Take your filthy foot off me! Don’t touch me!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er replied with icy contempt.
"Looks like you won’t give up until you’ve hit rock bottom! Guess it’s time to add a little flavor!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
"Wh-what are you trying to do?" Black-clothed Yang Li’er frowned, fear flickering in her eyes.
"Aren’t you always so arrogant? Showing off in front of me. So tell me, what do you think I’m about to do?" Zhang Xiaohao’s tone was frosty.
"Hmph! Zhang Xiaohao, do you dare touch me? I’m not that useless Yang Li’er! If you lay a hand on me tonight, you’ll remember it for the rest of your life. Someday, I’ll make you pay back tenfold, a hundredfold!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er spat back coldly.
"Big words. I’d like to see just how you’ll make me remember it forever!" Zhang Xiaohao replied disdainfully.
His right hand grabbed, a powerful suction bursting from his palm, lifting her hot, delicate body straight off the floor.
Bam!
Zhang Xiaohao casually tossed Black-clothed Yang Li’er onto the soft Dream Silk bed.
"Ah! Wh-what are you doing? I’m warning you, don’t mess around. If you touch me, I swear you’ll remember it for your whole life!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er’s face twisted in terror, frantically crawling backwards.
"I don’t dare touch you? Open your eyes and watch closely. Tonight I’m going to touch you—hard! Let’s see just how you make me remember it forever~!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
He stripped off his clothes without hesitation. In an instant, Zhang Xiaohao was down to his bare flesh—even his underwear gone.
Under Black-clothed Yang Li’er’s horrified gaze, Zhang Xiaohao climbed onto the bed, looming over her as she kept shrinking back, licking his lips.
"Hmph! Go to hell!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er snorted coldly.
Her right hand flipped, releasing surging black demonic Qi. A terrifying black palmprint, packed with furious power, slammed toward Zhang Xiaohao’s head.
"Lie down for me!" Zhang Xiaohao barked coldly.
His right foot lashed out like lightning, stomping on Black-clothed Yang Li’er’s face and pinning her to the bed.
"You’re unbelievably weak! With just this much strength you dare attack me? Tonight, I’m going to give you a lesson you’ll never forget!" Zhang Xiaohao’s voice was icy.
"How dare you!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er roared.
Roar!
Zhang Xiaohao let out a low growl and lunged straight over.
His clothes whirled, getting ripped apart brashly, piece after piece, scattering swiftly onto the floor.
At the start, Black-clothed Yang Li’er was still struggling.
Six hours later.
Zhang Xiaohao lounged lazily on the bed, one big foot planted on her body, right hand flipped over, took out a fat panda cigarette and started smoking.
Ring after ring of smoke kept spewing out from Zhang Xiaohao’s mouth.
"Don’t give me that hateful look. You should be grateful—if it weren’t for her, you’d be dead already!" Zhang Xiaohao said with scorn.
The ’her’ he spoke of was, of course, Yang Li’er from earlier that day.
"Hmph! You actually took my first blood. You think I’m just gonna let that slide? No way!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er replied coldly.
Sss!
Zhang Xiaohao stamped out the cigarette butt, glaring at her icily.
"Not gonna let it slide? Then let’s go again!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
He tossed the butt aside and dove at her once more.
The fight erupted. Not submitting? Fine. I’ll keep going till you’re completely broken in!
The wind howled and rain shook. Zhang Xiaohao was like a Holy Warrior—every kind of powerful move, wild slaughter, brutal actions rampaged one after another.
Another six hours passed.
Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly, stood up.
"Are you broken yet?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
"Hmph! Dream on!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er bit down hard on her silver teeth.
"Good! Got some balls. I like women like you. Not submitting after one round? After two? Fine—third time’s the charm!" Zhang Xiaohao spat coldly.
"Ah! What are you trying to do? No—don’t you dare come closer!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er said in panic.
Roar!
Zhang Xiaohao let out another low roar—didn’t care what she thought, only his own will mattered. His hands unleashed vicious techniques, ruthless and savage, tearing into her again.
This was the third time. Over a dozen hours of brutal fighting—only Zhang Xiaohao, powered by the Shennong Battle Sky Technique and a monstrous physical body, could last this long. Anyone else would’ve collapsed long ago.
Another six hours ticked by.
Eighteen hours of non-stop fighting—Even though Black-clothed Yang Li’er was an Early Stage Void Transformation Realm cultivator, in front of Zhang Xiaohao, she was nothing.
Eighteen hours later, Black-clothed Yang Li’er was near collapse, numb all over, couldn’t feel a thing.
Everything that could fly had flown; all kinds of sensations flooded through her.
"Yield yet?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
"Hmph!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er snorted coldly.
"Haha! I like a rose with thorns like you. Fine—don’t submit, we’ll go another round!" Zhang Xiaohao grinned wickedly.
What happened tonight was a spike stabbed into his heart; provoked by Black-clothed Yang Li’er, he exploded without restraint.
Roar!
Zhang Xiaohao let out another low roar, pounced like a starving tiger, fiercely lunging at her.
"Ah!" Black-clothed Yang Li’er screamed, then blacked out.
