Chapter 334: The Dragon Lady’s Redemption
A hefty chunk of the bl**d God’s body got ripped away, and she could only watch as the Dragon Lady popped that piece into her mouth, chomping it down while critiquing its flavor like a fancy food critic. For the bl**d God, that was the ultimate humiliation—she felt like she should’ve been the one doing the eating! But here she was, becoming a three-course meal instead.
After a few bites, the Dragon Lady stuffed the rest of the soul into her mouth, comfortably squinting her eyes in satisfaction.
“Well, not gonna lie, your taste is pretty foul, but it is quite nourishing!”
Underneath her cracked mask, the Dragon Lady swiped her tongue over her lips, a seductive yet mocking smile blooming on her face.
“Just imagine if I devoured your entire body. How much stronger would I get? At the very least, I’d feel fantastic, and that’s all that really matters!”
“You useless piece of trash, you’ve caused me quite a headache over the years. My emotions are as steady as a rock; whether it’s killing or saving, I’m numb to it all.”
As she spoke, the dragon wings behind her spread wide. Her mask returned to normal, but her eyes were completely wild with insanity—an expression that even the bl**d God couldn’t help but freeze in place.
“Come on, come on! Didn’t you want to eat me?”
The Dragon Lady bent her legs and, whoosh! She shot forward like a cannonball. Her speed was so outrageous that the bl**d God barely had time to register her movement before the Dragon Lady was back in her face, sharp claws aiming for her temple.
At that moment, the bl**d God was still in her humanoid form, and the Dragon Lady thrust her hand against the bl**d God’s face, crushing it in an instant. Half of her skull exploded, and the bl**d God hastily retreated, her head regrowing in an instant—only for the Dragon Lady’s next attack to come crashing down.
Using her waist and legs to propel herself, she leaped into the air, delivering a powerful spinning kick.
The bl**d God stumbled back, but what she didn’t expect was for the Dragon Lady to instantly appear right beside her! Not only that, but two more Dragon Ladies popped up beside her, each one more ghostly than the last. They all looked like mere illusions, yet the pressure they exerted made her dare not gamble with it.
A claw tore through the air, and the Dragon Lady’s malicious grin split the air, shattering the mirage images of herself on either side. Only one real punch landed—a cannon punch straight to the bl**d God’s chest.
Boom!
Her eyes bulged as her body buckled uncontrollably. Trembling, she felt the Dragon Lady’s fist pierce her chest—well, to be precise, due to the immense force, most of her chest was simply obliterated. It was as if a wild beast had taken a bite out of her.
This was the first time since becoming the Evil God that she’d experienced such severe physical damage.
Normally, wasn’t her body immune to physical harm?
As the Dragon Lady pulled back her fist, she then jabbed it right under the bl**d God’s chin, sending her flying upward, bl**d mist bursting forth everywhere.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to dodge; it was just that the Dragon Lady was too quick—there was no catching up!
As the bl**d God soared upward, the Dragon Lady snagged her by the ankle and yanked her down, then followed with a punch that smashed into her abdomen. By this time, she was still holding the bl**d God’s legs, and just as the bl**d God gained control over her body and began to retreat, the Dragon Lady was already chomping down!
The bl**d God’s form turned into a cloud of bl**d mist—after all, her earlier humanoid shape was just a flimsy simulation.
The Dragon Lady had only eaten a part of her left thigh, but the remaining bits evaporated into mist from her grip, slipping away. The portion that was torn off still counted as part of the bl**d God, just temporarily disconnected. Once the bl**d God reacted, she could undoubtedly reclaim it.
Consuming the remaining bl**d mist she held, the Dragon Lady’s aura surged rapidly and visibly, especially reflected in her dragon scales.
Those scales grew darker, thicker, and more resilient.
At this rate, if she managed to devour the bl**d God whole, her power would easily double.
For Bai Yu, even without witnessing the Dragon Lady’s transformation, she could feel just how much stronger she was becoming.
Because what lifted the Dragon Lady high above wasn’t her dragon wings, but the bl**d Thread beneath her feet—a part of Bai Yu herself. Thus, when the Dragon Lady grew in strength, it was evident from how her weight increased.
Their synergy was something else!
If the Dragon Lady faltered even a fraction in her dance of battle, the bl**d Threads would snap, interrupting her flow, leading to disastrous results. But in this moment, it wouldn’t matter; the most she’d suffer was a slight wobble.
The bl**d God was no formidable foe. Even presented with an opportunity, she wouldn’t be able to capitalize on it.
The Dragon Lady took a step forward, and immediately the bl**d Thread followed suit. She had nothing to fear about the bl**d God escaping, as she relentlessly pursued her in the air, attacking with wild abandon. Any time she snagged a chance, she’d rip off a chunk and gulp it down, allowing her stomach to deal with it!
If the pace continued like this, it wouldn’t be long before the Dragon Lady consumed every last bit of the bl**d God.
At that moment, all traces of the bl**d God’s previous lofty arrogance evaporated, leaving only the Dragon Lady’s maniacal laughter echoing like a twisted symphony.
That laugh took Bai Yu back to the old days, to when they were in the sc*m Game—the Dragon Lady had laughed just like this while fighting. Her laugh was far from melodious; it sent chills down your spine, making one question what kind of mental state could produce such a sound.
Meanwhile, Zhao Mingyue watched the bl**d God being relentlessly hunted, feeling conflicted about whether to pity her or think she deserved it.
With a mouth that toxic, and acting all high and mighty just moments ago—who knew she’d turn into a chew toy for the Dragon Lady? Honestly, it felt oddly like watching a dragon chase down a cow.
“Sigh, I thought the Dragon Lady and her dark half could play nice, like Teacher Chen and Qian Mu do. They seem to be getting along just fine,” Zhao Mingyue mused, feeling the urge for a peaceful resolution, thinking that gaining power should be a bit easier that way.
“Qian Mu and her are special cases. Most end up like the Dragon Lady,” Bai Yu replied coolly, “After splitting apart, they become two independent personalities. Each one wants to consume the other to complete themselves, never willing to be the leftover.”
“And once the soul is whole again, power increases, plus no more torture from that side.”
“Two personalities, two vastly different life paths—especially with the dark half. You think once the dark half becomes the Evil God, they can still think like a normal person? So Qian Mu is an exception. Even she was once an Evil God.”
Zhao Mingyue nodded as if pondering, “I see. But why is the Ghost Gate opening here? I had no idea before, and that dark half seemed to know me; it can’t just be a coincidence, can it?”
At this point, even the dullest individuals should have caught on to the oddities.
The bl**d God’s earlier words practically screamed, “I’m your sister!” which left Zhao Mingyue questioning.
When the bl**d God said those lines, Bai Yu hadn’t intervened; she wanted to give the choice to the Dragon Lady. Let’s observe how she decides. If she didn’t want Zhao Mingyue to find out the truth so soon, she would have undoubtedly interrupted the bl**d God.
But if she wanted Zhao Mingyue to understand, letting the bl**d God continue would serve as a setup for later—it would make explaining a whole lot smoother, since Zhao Mingyue would be somewhat prepared.
Now, it seemed the Dragon Lady had chosen the latter.
Worth noting, the bl**d God’s initial high-and-mighty words had saved the Dragon Lady a ton of hassle; her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, could finally relax.
The Dragon Lady was merely worried that killing the other half in front of Zhao Mingyue would lead to complications in her thoughts.
After all, that was also “Zhao Yi.”
Now that was easy; given how this person had completely lost it, how could she be seen as your sister? Killing her would be a release, and in the process, her own soul would be completed. Henceforth, she’d be your complete sister!
So while the bl**d God was busy with her relentless taunts, the Dragon Lady was probably chuckling inside.
“Is it coincidence? I don’t know. After the Dragon Lady finishes up, you can ask her yourself.”
Bai Yu replied, knowing this wasn’t an easy matter for her to meddle in; it was a knot to untie for both the Dragon Lady and Zhao Mingyue.
Zhao Mingyue glanced at Bai Yu, who remained silent.
Bai Yu’s reaction was oddly strange; under normal circumstances, she would definitely have offered some analysis.
Her gaze returned to the battlefield, where the bl**d God was looking increasingly weak; her physical form was less than half of what it was originally, and she was already trying to make a run for it.
Unfortunately, the Dragon Lady’s speed was far too overwhelming. There was no escaping, especially with Bai Yu sealing off the area.
If the bl**d God could barely handle the Dragon Lady, she definitely wouldn’t stand a chance against Bai Yu.
Zhao Mingyue found herself wishing for the Dragon Lady to win. In comparison, the bl**d God was simply too vile; letting her go would be a catastrophic mistake.
With her hands tightly clutching her clothing, Zhao Mingyue could barely sift through her thoughts.
All that had transpired that day had led her to a possible conclusion.
If it were true, then it certainly couldn’t be a bad thing—just the thought of it made it overwhelming to process.
For her, it all felt too sudden.
“I say, are you planning to escape? Is that it? When you were trash talking me earlier, you sounded tougher than the Dark Moon God, but now you just can’t keep up?” The Dragon Lady casually strolled toward the retreating bl**d God.
Currently, the bl**d God’s body was down to a mere third of its prime condition. If this continued, she would undoubtedly perish—especially in this humiliating fashion.
She couldn’t come to terms with the fact that she would be entirely consumed by the Dragon Lady. But reality was right in front of her, and she had no options left.
Just the sheer strength of the Dragon Lady was enough to terrify; the one supplying her with footholds was even more monstrous.
The bl**d God quickly cast a glance at Bai Yu, ideas taking root in her mind.
“Heh, you don’t think Bai Yu would take you out, do you?”
The Dragon Lady was faster, blocking the bl**d God in mid-retreat, effortlessly tearing away another hefty chunk of her body with fluid, graceful moves, and gobbling it down.
As the amount of soul she devoured increased, her own spirit filled quickly, significantly enhancing her power. In contrast to the bl**d God, who only weakened more with each fight, the Dragon Lady grew ever stronger.
She could easily dangle the bl**d God like a puppet with one hand if she so desired.
But she preferred this—devouring the bl**d God piece by piece, letting her sink deeply into despair with no way out.
This was payback for everything this wretched being had put her through. Now it was time for the bl**d God to feel the crushing despair she once endured.
What the bl**d God said wasn’t entirely wrong. Had she not participated in the sc*m Game, she’d likely have ended up just like the bl**d God described.
By the time she broke free from Eternal Life Village, her dragon transformation had spiraled beyond her control. Those grotesque scales had replaced her skin entirely, and her bones had undergone such drastic changes that they were unrecognizable from human form.
Without the sc*m Game, she wouldn’t have survived. Even if she did not end her life that night, she probably would’ve sold herself off, peddling whatever valuable parts she had left—like kidneys and corneas—anything she could to gather enough for Zhao Mingyue’s school and living expenses.
That would’ve been her last and only value.
Plus, after years of grueling work with barely four hours of sleep a night, she could have saved up enough for Zhao Mingyue to attend college and even graduate comfortably.
Swoosh!
A claw pierced the bl**d God’s chest, as she, still in humanoid form, attempted to retaliate against the Dragon Lady. She’d even abandoned her curse powers just to land a hit.
As long as she could draw bl**d from the Dragon Lady, she’d have a glimmer of hope.
To Bai Yu and Zhao Mingyue, it looked as if they were locked in a fierce embrace, like two sisters sharing heart and soul.
“If you hadn’t been so reckless, you might have succeeded by now—at the very least, you could have replaced me,” the Dragon Lady whispered, nearly pressed against the bl**d God, “I don’t know what you endured behind the Ghost Gate that twisted you so, but I’m certain you’ve forgotten a lot.”
“So I’m suspicious of your identity. Did you really split from me? Why didn’t you inherit anything from me, not even a hint of responsibility?”
“Do you really want Zhao Mingyue’s body? Maybe you should open your eyes and see who that is.”
“Honestly, even if I decide to spare you, the one beside Zhao Mingyue would still eat you alive—she wouldn’t waste time talking with you like I am.”
With half of her body torn away, the bl**d God no longer had even the power to maintain her basic form.
The loss of strength was crippling, and here she was, in a state of heavy injury.
This was just like any human—when gravely hurt, resistance was utterly futile.
