Twisted Dreams-Chapter 341 - 410: The Final - of Xie Qilin

That terrifying Ghost Claw descended from the sky, and at that moment, Zhang Xiaoyi and the others could no longer maintain their composure.

Strong, too strong.

They asked themselves if they could hardly resist this move.

Demon Puzzle, what exactly is this thing!

Once this is over, they must study the video of the Xie Qilin prison break carefully.

This is the key to becoming stronger!

Cao Yi ordered:

"All members, fight immediately!

We must protect the artist!

Daoist Zhang, Ye Fan, Wei Ming, can you still fight?"

Zhang Xiaoyi’s sleeves swelled up as a thunderstorm brewed:

"No problem."

Several Talismans floated up around Ye Fan:

"Time to go."

Wei Ming coughed up blood, raised the Demon Sword, and roared:

"Xie Qilin, fuck you!"

Cao Yi did not believe the artist could emerge unscathed from this move.

Even if he doesn’t die, he might still be severely injured, right?

Cao Yi had a clear understanding of himself.

He was also a member of the Demon Club and considered a top contemporary Extraordinary.

He didn’t think he could withstand Xie Qilin’s move.

It’s not that he looked down on the Demon Club, it’s just that Xie Qilin’s move was beyond comprehension.

Members of the Demon Club, no matter how strong, have to have a limit, right?

Cao Yi couldn’t just sit back and watch the Demon Club members get into trouble under his nose.

The Ghost Claw quickly reached Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao stretched out his hand, and within his palm, a mouth like a wriggling worm appeared.

The gigantic Ghost Claw was swallowed as if by a whale!

The entire audience was stunned.

Such a terrifying attack was devoured by the artist just like that?

Cao Yi’s face was solemn.

The Demon Club, it turns out, each one of them can suppress contemporary Extraordinary beings?

Xie Qilin, considered the strongest of his time, was easily crushed by the artist!

There is only one answer!

The Demon Club is an organization from ancient times!

They are witnesses to the End of Dharma Era!

In the eyes of the Demon Club, the Security Administration might seem as weak as newborn babies.

The shock in Yang Xiao’s heart was no less than that of anyone else, his whole body trembling, eyes wide open in disbelief at Xie Qilin:

"This, this is the power of the Death God!

Why does a mortal like you possess Lord Death God’s Death Qi!"

The Death Qi of the Death God is terrifying like a plague to other beings, but for Yang Xiao, the Corpse Demon King, it’s a supreme remedy.

He clearly felt the supreme power of authority contained within Xie Qilin’s Death Qi.

It was like a frail wild dog, terrified when it smells the urine of a lion.

At the moment of devouring the Death Qi of Xie Qilin, Yang Xiao’s chaotic and frenzied eyes instantly became clear.

Xie Qilin didn’t hear what Yang Xiao was saying, he just looked incredulously at his own Ghost Claw.

To defeat the artist in one blow, Xie Qilin had almost used up all his Spiritual Power to strike his strongest blow.

That move was so effortlessly neutralized?

"Uh...."

The excessive consumption of Spiritual Power caused the demonic nature in his Sea of Consciousness to explode manifold.

Xie Qilin clutched his head in pain, roaring in mid-air.

Yang Xiao reached into the void.

A black Magic Circle appeared, and within it, a weeping, wailing Corpse Monster appeared.

Yang Xiao grabbed the monster’s vertebra and pulled out a spine.

The corpse monster, losing its power, fell to the ground, its terrifying wails making one’s hair stand on end.

With a flap of his wings behind him, Yang Xiao, holding the Bone Sword, charged towards Xie Qilin.

"Puch."

The sound of a blade piercing flesh was heard.

Yang Xiao’s Bone Sword pierced through Xie Qilin’s abdomen, warm blood spurted, splashing on Yang Xiao’s body.

The blood was absorbed by the skin and flesh of the Corpse Demon King.

Yang Xiao withdrew the Bone Sword and stabbed at Xie Qilin again.

Xie Qilin’s body arched like a cooked prawn, face flushed, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth.

His expression was horrified, and the pair of Ghost Eyes on his forehead squinted and weakened due to Xie Qilin’s own body being injured.

Yang Xiao withdrew the Bone Sword again and then thrust it at Xie Qilin.

This time, he aimed for the throat.

Fear finally appeared in Xie Qilin’s eyes.

This was the closest he had ever come to death, despite having faced countless life-and-death situations in his life.

No leeway, no trump card, no chance at all.

At the brink of life and death, Xie Qilin was suddenly very confused.

After he debuted, what was he truly pursuing?

The glory of the Xie Family? Or the pursuit of his own power?

It seemed to be neither.

Having left home at a young age, he’s like a duckweed in the sea, rootless and without support.

Everything he’s done stems from his lack of security.

He didn’t want to be a bird without feet.

Just as that Bone Sword was about to pierce his face, Xie Qilin vaguely saw a shadow.

That graceful figure, dreamlike and illusory, very surreal.

It was a bride wearing a red wedding dress, appearing to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Xie Qilin didn’t know if what he saw was an illusion.

The bride stood before him, just like the Eight-foot Bride once protected him.

"Husband..."

In a daze, Xie Qilin heard the voice of the Eight-foot Bride.

This voice gave him immense warmth.

The fear in Xie Qilin’s eyes slowly dissipated, as if his head was being patted by Nangong Wenya.

He murmured:

"Nuannuan."

Since his debut, he had someone by his side.

That person would always stand in front of him, regardless of the danger.

She would fight mysterious powerful people from island ruins for him, stand against the Black Emperor for him, do all sorts of awful things for him.

However, Xie Qilin did not cherish her.

Who would cherish a tool?

When Xie Qilin devoured the Eight-foot Bride, he felt no remorse, only remarked how much stronger he had become.

At the moment between life and death, after all illusions shattered, he finally realized what ’truth’ was.

He regretted it, regretted eating his bride.

At this moment, something in Xie Qilin’s heart broke.

Tears flowed from Xie Qilin’s eyes as he slowly reached out to touch the shadow in front of him.

Unfortunately, it was just an illusion, a mirror flower water moon, dispersing upon touch.

Xie Qilin grasped at nothing.

The Bone Sword paused in front of Xie Qilin.

Yang Xiao looked complicated, saying:

"You are something created by that great one; I dare not use His things for my art."

In the end, it was the Eight-foot Bride who protected Xie Qilin.

If Yang Xiao knew Xie Qilin was related to Li Yang, he would never have come here.

Firstly, he wouldn’t dare turn Xie Qilin into an art piece.

Who dares to recklessly scribble on the Emperor’s personal painting?

Secondly, Yang Xiao wasn’t sure if he should kill Xie Qilin.

Lord Apostle only forbade Xie Qilin from causing havoc in the Imperial Capital, not killing him.

Yang Xiao thought it over again and again, then left Xie Qilin, flying towards the sky.

Xie Qilin heavily fell to the ground, struggling to get up, his body swaying.

Blood trickled from his abdomen, mouth corner.

His breath was withered, in a state like an eighty-year-old man.

"Uh... Nuannuan..."

Xie Qilin once again hallucinated, seeing Nuannuan smiling playfully not far ahead.

Zhang Xiaoyi and Ye Fan were brewing a killer move, walking towards Xie Qilin.

Xie Qilin suddenly lifted his head, his lips moving, tremblingly shouting:

"First bow to Heaven and Earth!"

Zhang Xiaoyi and Ye Fan frowned, wondering what Xie Qilin was up to.

Xie Qilin tore off a corner of the wedding robe, draping it over his head like a red veil:

"Hahahahaha... Second bow to the parents!"

Xie Qilin crazily knelt on the ground:

"Husband and wife bow to each other!"

Xie Qilin stood up, looking at the air in front of him, excitedly shouting:

"We’ve married, my bride!"

Zhang Xiaoyi and Ye Fan exchanged looks, seeing shock in each other’s eyes.

Has Xie Qilin gone mad?

They retracted their killer moves.

Zhang Xiaoyi and Ye Fan did not strike Xie Qilin in this state.

Zhang Xiaoyi felt that just killing Xie Qilin like this was letting him off easy.

Ye Fan had his principles, unwilling to take advantage of others’ plight, disdainful of attacking Xie Qilin.

Xie Qilin, already mad, had also consumed a lot of lifespan, severely injured, and didn’t have two years to live.

Cao Yi waved a big hand:

"Take him back to the Security Administration!"

Xie Qilin has too many secrets; alive, he’s more valuable.

At this moment, a nimble figure, wielding a Demon Sword, returned, stabbing into Xie Qilin’s chest.

Xie Qilin opened his eyes blankly, seeing the grinning, ghost-like Wei Ming.

"Xie Qilin, you deserve to die!"